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Although, the world in this Holy Fang Continent is a little different from the previous Earth.

But you need to know: there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people. Be a man and leave a line, and see each other in the future.

Treating Chen Zhe, Fan Qingsong did not insult the other party after winning the sword fight like others, nor did he take the sword in the opponent's hand as a victory.

Time does not wait for anyone, minutes and seconds are passing, and everything around is changing all the time.

In the blink of an eye, it was the rainy season, and there was a huge field in the plum forest of Lingjian Academy.

The area around the venue is now very clean, and the students are preparing for the annual ceremony.

Lingjian Academy's Green Plum Cooking Wine Festival is highly valued by all parties in the Liuyun Empire, and the first person to cook green plum wine every year is the most popular person from all parties.

The first person to cook wine with green plums, once famous all over the world!

At a young age, if you want to make a name for yourself in this Liuyun Empire, the best way is to get the aura of honor of the first person to cook green plum wine.

For Fan Qingsong, it is not a bad thing to get the aura of honor of the first person to cook wine, but in order to be able to enter the Chunjun Tower, or even enter the court, join the forces of the rivers and lakes, find his own sword, practice his own swordsmanship, be a peak swordsman, and go to the unknown and higher is an important pursuit.

The light rain during the day washes the earth, moistens the ripe water of the green plums, and purifies people's hearts at the same time.

The bright moon and starlight at night had sprinkled onto the earth, and the cooking ceremony of Ling Jian Academy had begun.

Many people may have sleepless nights.

Around the cooking table sat the official military from the Liuyun Empire, representatives of the rivers, lakes and grasslands, and other academies.

On the long stone table, there were plump and attractive green plums that had just been picked, and other melons and fruits, and the girls of the Lingjian Union stood behind, some holding teapots and some holding wine jugs.

In the teapot is plum tea, and in the jug is plum wine.

Under the announcement of the vice president of Lingjian Academy, the new green plum cooking wine competition officially began.

The competition is divided into three parts.

The first item is to answer the questionnaire.

The content of each person's test paper is different, and the questions involve all of the entire Holy Fang Continent.

Fortunately, Fan Qingsong often reads and studies in the library pavilion, and he also has a lot of knowledge in his mind.

There are several questions, and Fan Qingsong has more than one answer.

Fan Qingsong's answer to the test paper was very neat, and he would not forget a punctuation mark in every word and sentence, and some places were marked with additional logos.

Even the teacher who marked the paper had the idea of cherishing it when he looked at such a perfect test paper.

The first item of Fan Qingsong's paper is a perfect score.

The second item is the sword fighting competition.

A total of eight competitions are divided into eight competitions, and the elimination system is tested layer by layer.

In the last and crucial one, on the huge sword fighting platform, eight teenagers, each standing on one side.

They are all looking for the weakest one to attack, or join forces to kill the strongest one, they all want to win, and no one wants to be eliminated, because the number of places is limited, there is only one.

Fan Qingsong is here, and Chen Zhe is also there.

Chen Zhe's pride had been suppressed by Fan Qingsong before, but Chen Zhe had been waiting for this moment today.

In order to get back the lost pride from Fan Qingsong at this green plum cooking wine ceremony, and then continue to be a proud young city lord.

Soon, they all found their opponents and conducted the final sword fight.

Fan Qingsong is the most concerned in the eyes of the teachers in the audience at the moment.

The full score of the test paper for the test answer questions is already known to all the high-level executives in the audience at this moment.

Now looking at Fan Qingsong's performance in the sword fighting competition on the stage, I appreciate it very much.

Fan Qingsong kept calm at all times.

When the shot is often just right, the point is stopped, and there is no physical attack damage to the opponent in the competition.

When he defeated his opponent, he didn't show the pride of how awesome he was.

Even those who were defeated in the hands of Fan Qingsong were convinced to admit defeat.

In the end, only Fan Qingsong and Chen Zhe were left on the field.

From the moment they thought they met, the two may have been destined, and God deliberately arranged for the two to be each other's whetstones.

There is often more than one Tianjiao, it depends on who can go further.

Neither side spoke, as if the sword contest was tailor-made for the two of them.

Among the surrounding classmates, there are also those who have watched the sword fighting competition between the two before, and they are all looking forward to this time, I don't know if Fan Qingsong will counterattack and reverse to win the victory like last time.

The second competition is coming to an end, and it depends on who can draw the end of the second competition among Fan Qingsong and Chen Zhe.

If Fan Qingsong wins Chen Zhe in the second event, then the first person in this green plum cooking wine ceremony is basically a sure thing.

Chen Zhe began to draw his sword, and the silver fox in his hand was like lightning one after another, and began to attack Fan Qingsong intensively.

Fan Qingsong's iron sword was getting more and more difficult, and some of them were about to be overwhelmed.

Meng Tie in the audience untied the black sword on his back and threw it on the sword fighting platform.

The iron sword in Fan Qingsong's hand flew out, and under Chen Zhe's dense silver fox sword light, the iron sword turned into fragments and danced in the sword light.

Saying that it was too late, Fan Qingsong took the black sword thrown by Meng Tie, and six meteor-like sword qi roared out on Fan Qingsong's black sword.

Six meteor-like sword qi roared towards Chen Zhe like six fierce tigers descending from the mountain.

The silver fox sword in Chen Zhe's hand was very fast in the air, every point of a sword flower, there were five in an instant, it seemed that each sword flower was to resist every sword qi of Fan Qingsong.

Of the six sword qis, five of them had been dispersed by the silver fox sword flower, looking at the last roaring sword qi, Chen Zhe was a little flustered.

Perhaps due to the nervousness and panic, the position where the sword flower appeared was slightly different from the roaring sword qi, and it failed to completely dissipate the sword qi, and the remnants of the sword qi still attacked Chen Zhe's left arm and shoulder.

Chen Zhe took a few steps back, forcibly enduring the pain in his left arm and shoulder, and the silver fox in his right hand began to brew an incandescent light.

It was obvious that Chen Zhe was not willing to Fan Qingsong's attack, and he was going to carry out the most violent counterattack, because the incandescent light emitted by the silver fox in his hand was getting brighter and brighter, and the incandescent light was becoming more and more dazzling.

The people on and off the stage around them all opened their eyes wide, and Meng Tie near the audience and the little fat man in the distance all sweated for Fan Qingsong's situation at the moment.

Fan Qingsong calmly raised the black sword of manganese iron, on the blade of the black sword, several stars began to flicker slightly, and the original blood power injected into the body by Fan Qingsong on the sword body was also increasing, and the sword qi fluctuation of the sword body became stronger and stronger, Fan Qingsong's hands trembling a little, and the sweat on his forehead slipped down to the ground weakly at his eyelashes.