In this exchange meeting, Xinghui Academy played eighteen players, and four seeded players were Lin Youlan, Chen Hao, Qian Jin, and Zhao Qiao.

Among them, Lin Youlan is the strongest, true strength, and the peak of the twenty-ninth level Spirit Sect!

Yuling Academy, there are four seeded players, and in the past, only the four major families were eligible.

This year is special, Mo Han suppressed Jiang Feng strongly and got a valuable place.

The representative colleges are Han Mengya, Nangong Mian, Turin, and Mo Han.

This competition is hosted by Jiang Lou, who is the main teacher of this year.

Eighteen players from each side were divided into two parts, and after several rounds of selection, the first place was finally decided.

Early morning.

Mo Han adjusted his mental state, walked towards the martial arts arena, and lined up to draw lots.

"Brother Mo Han, we're here!" Han Mengya shouted softly, as if waiting.

Mo Han looked up.

Han Meng was dressed in a light blue dress dignified and beautiful, and Turin was standing next to him, dressed in black, smart and lively.

She was surrounded by Nangong Fu and his followers, Jiang Feng was impressive, and it was obvious that they had formed a faction.

"Heh, God of War, why are you here at this time, cowardly!" Jiang Feng sneered.

"Alas, after all, this kind of big scene is not something that a turtle can understand!" Liu Xin echoed on the side.

They obviously saw the relationship between Mo Han, Nangong Mian, and Han Mengya.

The purpose is very simple, on the one hand, they are to convince Nangong Mian, and on the other hand, they believe that Mu Lin is not Nangong Mian's opponent.

Mo Han felt a special gaze.

Turn around and look.

Lin Youlan!

At this time, she was like a hollow valley orchid, her starry eyes were even brighter, and her strength had obviously advanced.

"Brother Mo Han!"

Han Mengya looked at Lin Youlan not far away, the stars were holding the moon, and there was a bit of a crisis in her heart.

At this time.

"Everyone, be quiet, the lottery will start now!" Jiang Lou announced.

After saying that, someone went up to draw lots.

A red-haired young man from Xinghui Academy looked at the sign in his hand, a flash of pride flashed in his eyes, and he waved at Wu Chen.

"Eight!"

A teacher registers to report.

This tournament is arranged according to the draw number, if you can draw the first 1 of 8, you can be regarded as a seeded player, no need to go through a hard battle.

The top eight will be eligible to enter the Starry Sky Ruins.

Mo Han walked gently to Han Mengya's side, the girl's fragrance was refreshed.

Half an hour.

The front is basically drawn, and a few are happy and a few are sad.

Mo Han found a problem from their faces, the stronger the strength, the dignified face after the draw, on the contrary, the weaker the strength, the happier he became.

"Brother Mo Han, you go first!" Han Mengya was very curious.

"Okay!" Mo Han walked up.

Today's Jiang Lou has changed from the cold and gloomy past, with a faint smile on his face.

Mo Han smelled an unusual smell.

"Mo Han, you have to come on, you are the biggest candidate to win the championship this year!" Jiang Lou looked at Mo Han who stepped forward to draw lots, and said with concern.

Jiang Lou deliberately raised his voice.

Xinghui Academy, Qi Shushu looked at Mo Han with mockery in his eyes.

"Heh, fifteenth-level spirit king!" one of them, a black-faced young man mocked.

"We, Xinghui Academy, the team members participating in this competition are the lowest, and they are much higher than him!" another teenager chimed in.

"Hmph, I won't let you down!" Mo Han replied calmly.

Mo Han put his hand into the special box to draw lots, glanced at the lottery in his hand, and his face changed slightly.

Number 36!

The final draw means that the more hard battles there are, and it is unfortunate to have a knockout match like this, because the later battles require more physical strength.

He saw a sly smile flashing at the corner of Jiang Lou's mouth, the conspiracy succeeded, it must be him who made trouble, because only he had this right.

A few minutes later.

"Brother Mo Han, I drew the No. 1 lot!" Han Mengya waved happily to Mu Lin.

Mo Han had a bad intuition, glanced at Lin Youlan opposite, and saw that she showed the sign in her hand.

No. 2 Lot!

The No. 1 and No. 2 signs are divided into two parts.

This means that you only need to fight one battle to reach the final. In disguise, they already have a quota for entering the Spirit Technology Pavilion.

A quarter of an hour later, the draw was over and the battle table appeared.

Mo Han's expression changed slightly.

Sure enough, the competition is divided into two chapters, Han Mengya is in the last one, and the only strong person is Qian Jin.

Contrarily.

The next chapter where Mo Han is all strong, no surprise.

In his first game, he fought against Nangong Mian, the second against Chen Hao, the third against Turin, the fourth against Lin Youlan, and the last against Han Mengya, so that he could win the championship.

His opponents are basically seeded players.

It's simply impossible. If you defeat one of them, you will be proud of your peers, but you will need to defeat five.

Nangong Mian's thunder and lightning technique, Chen Hao's curse technique, Turin's unpredictable body technique, and Lin Youlan's spirit eyes.

The most terrifying thing is Han Mengya, she can "psychic". This secret is known only to Mo Han.

Apparently the draw was manipulated.

Jiang Lou's face showed an expression of successful trickery.

Obviously, he was handed over by Jiang Louyin.

"Wow! God of War's opponent is so interesting!" said a teenager sarcastically.

"Brother Mo Han, the situation is very unfavorable for you!" Han Mengya said, standing beside Mu Lin.

There was a lot of talking.

"All suppressed!" Mu Lin thought to himself.

At this time, Mu Lin has only one thought, strength, and only strength can make people convinced.

The next day, the competition officially began.

In the first game, Chen Hao of Xinghui Academy fought against Wang Cheng of Yuling Academy.

On the martial arts field, Cheng Hao was wearing a red robe, looking weird. Wang Cheng was wearing blue armor and amplified armor.

"The game is on!" Jiang Lou ordered.

Wang Cheng burst into tears.

"Reckless Elephant Change!"

His body swelled, he crawled on his knees, sharp tusks grew from his mouth, his nose was stiffly elongated, and an elephant tail appeared on his tail, flicking from side to side.

Mangal!

Wang Cheng is the first one, with a flick of his nose, he is a full elephant.

He was the first to strike, and he did not dare to underestimate the enemy in the slightest.

The top of the elephant!

The brown mammoth that Wang Cheng turned into jumped up and pressed away.

Twenty-fifth level Spirit King!

"Heh, go die!" Wang Cheng showed a smug expression on his face, and he came up with a one-hit killing skill.

Mo Han noticed that the air around him was stagnant, and the ground was collapsing due to pressure, and it seemed that he was stronger than the last time.

On the other hand, Chen Hao hid himself in the red cloak and couldn't see any expression clearly.

The mammoth, its feet landed an inch above Chen Hao's head.

Momentarily stopped.

"How is it possible!" Wang Cheng was shocked.

Mo Han's pupils winced.

He found that Chen Hao's red cloak had a layer of red runes flowing on it, and if he didn't look closely, it would not be easy to notice at all.

In the end, the runes poured towards Wang Cheng's reckless elephant.

Visible to the naked eye, a huge mammoth, its body covered with red runes, its body cracked.

Boom!

Wang Cheng's nirvana mammoth, his body exploded, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Unconscious.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Wang Cheng is also a genius, but he didn't expect to lose in one move, and most importantly, he didn't see Chen Hao make such a move.

Chen Hao is more weird than he seems.

In the second and third scenes, Mullin did not go to watch because he could not pose a threat to himself.

He went to watch the fourth game, Turin vs. Astragalus.