The long blue scarf fluttered in the wind, and Imaishi Yang, the leader of the Beijia Kendo Club, stood on the top of a cliff on the eastern edge of the arena, wrapped the scarf around his neck two more times, but his body was still shrunk, and he yawned a few more times. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Behind him stood a half-circle of Beijia swordsmen wearing blue and white gold armor, their metallic oval shoulder armor glowing with a matte finish, and these swordsmen were as silent as the dull luster, holding bamboo swords in their hands, but their heads were lowered.

Only the deputy general Zhong Daoyi, who was standing beside Imaishi Yoshi, held his head high and his eyes were resolute, and he did not regret following behind this man.

Imaishi looked up at the sky for a while, and the celestial phenomena and arenas simulated by the holographic projection wall were a complete system of interconnections, rather than random images, and experienced people could judge the next weather conditions according to the shape and change of the clouds, just like in the natural environment.

"It's going to be windy." Imaishi Yang pulled down the zipper of his grass-green sportswear and began to take off his clothes one by one, he seemed to like grass-green very much, from his sports jacket to underwear, it was all made of grass-green plant fibers, which looked very textured.

Imaishi Yang bent down, his hands vigorously tearing and rubbing the clothes he had taken off on the ground, and after a while, a very fine pile of grass-green dust was piled up at his feet.

Imaishi barely covered his body with a long blue scarf and stood up very satisfied.

A silky green light peeked out of his body, spiraling like a vine around the pile of green dust that wrapped around his feet, and the vibrant green suddenly appeared from the pile of dust, and then the east wind blew in the arena as he predicted, and the air flow from east to west carried these scattered bright green dust that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, and swept the entire arena in a few minutes.

With the arrival of the light green mist, whether it was the plains and deserts, the canyons and hills, and even on the surface of the lakes and lava, long grass more than a person tall miraculously appeared, and the crazy grass occupied all the surface space, and the swordsmen who were still fighting were startled by the bright green grass that grew like a fountain, and they stopped to examine the changes around them.

The spectators who were staring at the picture also took off their spectators in surprise and confirmed to the stadium through the holographic projection wall whether it was real or hallucinatory.

The vast arena in the center of the Guanyue Gymnasium has turned into a boundless grass more than one person high! The figures of the swordsmen were completely obscured in the grass, and some impatient spectators and players burst out one after another, and even some good old people who were usually gentle couldn't help but shout:

"What kind of trouble is this?"

The waste wood commentator in the studio also wanted to shout "What kind of trouble is this", but as a commentator, he could only listen to the commotion of the competition staff in the headphones, and tried to stabilize the situation in a cold sweat.

"Mr. Mu...... Say a few words, too. ”

He turned his eyes for help to Mu Yinze, but the latter just touched his mustache with a smile on his face, with an interested expression.

And the special guest Katsuragi Mei returned to a statue-like sitting posture and did not say a word.

"What kind of fuss are you guys doing!" The scrap wood narrator roared in his heart.

After Imaishi Yang on the cliff finished sowing seeds, his shrunken body became rickety, and the slender green filaments protruding from his bare skin also plummeted to half an inch, and even his steps were a little vain, and at this time, Zhong Daoyi, the deputy general beside him, supported him steadily.

"It's okay...... I've already taken off my clothes, and I won't soften until I'm done. Now Shi Yangqiang stood up straight, and the green silk on his body fluttered again.

At this time, the people of Beijia were also standing in the dense grass, and with the green silk fluttering on Shi Yang's body, dozens of green light points condensed out of thin air in the grass around him, slowly drifting towards him and submerging into his body, and his pale face gradually eased a little.

"That's it! Hurry up and use the burn! Imaishi Yang shouted in a hurried voice.

Zhong Daoyi, who was on the side, quickly used the power of butterfly transformation, and the pure white light in the shape of a network appeared around him, and the green light on Imaishi Yoshi's body contracted, and along the right hand that Zhong Dao held him, it flowed into the pure white network, and in an instant, the pure white net light was dyed bright green, and Zhong Dao Yi waved his other hand at the other swordsmen behind him.

After the bright green net-like light disappeared, the rest of the Beijia swordsmen suddenly poked out short green threads, and the green light points in the nearby grass like a sea of fireflies continued to merge into their bodies, just like when Imaishi Yang activated his ability.

Zhong Daoyi, the deputy general of the kendo club of Beijia University of Commerce and Trade, a fourth-order butterfly warrior, has the ability to "extend burning", which can transmit a certain state of an object to other objects, that is, if his left hand holds red-hot steel, his right hand can make you experience the taste of being burned red.

It's like contagious disease.

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Jin Shiyang could no longer maintain the operation of the butterfly transformation ability, the green light on his body faded, and a reluctant smile squeezed out of his weak and pale face:

"Ladies and gentlemen, enjoy the grass, and the Lord will sit here and wait for me to lie down and advance. Haha, whether to sit or lie down. His voice grew quieter and quieter, and at last he fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Zhong Daoyi silently placed the sleeping lord on the ground, turned around and left the cliff covered with blades of grass with the other Beijia swordsmen.

In the continuous condensation of fireflies, the speed of the people of Beijia was nearly twice as fast as when they came, and there was no slight sound when passing through the grass, and the figure they walked through was like a green ghost, and in the blink of an eye, they scattered and ran to other areas of the arena.

No, there are no other areas left, and the man who fell asleep wrapped in only a blue scarf has turned all the battlefields into a patch of grass.

Short screams resounded in the grass, and in the sea of long grass, the green ghosts seemed to move tirelessly, frantically reaping the points of the contestants from outside the six giants.

Yes, Beijia's goal is not to prevent the rest of the giants from advancing to the main event, they just want to knock out the other college kendo club players as quickly as possible, so that the first battle of the individual competition ends with the number of surviving swordsmen as low as 100.

The points for the first battle will be announced after the match, and at that time, the list will show that the swordsmen of the Beijia Kendo Club have an overwhelmingly high score, while the other qualifiers only have a pitiful single digit or even zero points.

And for those players who advance with zero points, it may be considered that they can only advance by reducing the number of people in Beijia, which is simply lucky.

This is the grass sea of grass rapid attack plan of this Shiyang, when those old strong schools are still gathering towards the center, quickly sweep away those weaker players with the momentum of the wind and waves, and put the points in the bag, and when the game is over, the promoters, including the other five giants, are just fools who have been fooled by Beijia.

"There are times when the tail of the crane can surprise you, Long Ming......"

Imaishi, who was asleep in the grass, was like a dream.