Looking at the fierce competition in the field, Yan Yin asked a student from Southern Academy next to him before he knew what was going on.

It turned out that the dean of the academy had come to the academy for a short stay and then left. Moreover, there was a rumor in the academy that in the morning, Fang Xue, the frost goddess of the academy, left with the dean. It is rumored that the dean took a fancy to Fang Xue's qualifications and wanted to accept her as an apprentice.

Being accepted as an apprentice by a martial king, this honor, this future, will be infinitely bright. Therefore, many students are looking forward to better performance, like Fang Xue, to be appreciated by others.

After all, most of the people who come to Southern College are going for a bright future. There are only a few like Yan Yin, just to become stronger.

Today, it is the last day of the preliminaries of the college competition, so the scene is already crowded. The lively and noisy atmosphere enveloped the entire martial arts arena.

Yan Yin naturally knew what reason Fang Xue left, sighed silently in her heart, and then pressed down this sadness, a trace of perseverance flashed in her eyes.

How can a real man be depressed for a long time because of a trivial matter?

There are five large rings in the arena, but now only the middle one has a person playing on it.

The one who fought with Ye Qingchen was a man. The man was armed with a long sword, handsome and elegant. The appearance of Shengxue in white made many women cheer.

On the contrary, Ye Qingchen is wearing a long black dress, like an elf dancing in a beautiful posture between heaven and earth, exuding a striking fragrance.

The jade hands are skillful, the green silk is flying, and the white and tender ice muscles like snow are exposed, which is a sharp contrast compared with the long black dress.

The slender and long ** is in a hurry in the ring, and the spells in his hands, wind, rain, thunder and lightning are constantly mixed in the ring. She looks peerless, but at this moment she is covered with a layer of mystery.

"Ice!" Ye Qingchen snorted softly, and suddenly a layer of frost condensed in the ring, and then the ice edge of the root suddenly protruded from the ground and stabbed at the white-clothed swordsman.

The white-clothed swordsman snorted lightly, and the long sword hung down like a galaxy, and the sword light turned around, and the ice edge was cut off. Then, a thick breath gushed out of his body, and then the surrounding area was filled with a feeling of boiling qi and blood, and the frost in the ring was evaporated by his qi and blood.

"Heavenly Thunder God Descending" Ye Qingchen shouted, and quickly pinched out a magic decision in his hands with both hands, only to see a flash of lightning exploding, and then he heard a loud bang, and a thunderbolt with a thick bowl mouth fell out of thin air from the air and hit the white-clothed swordsman.

The white-clothed swordsman looked grim, and he shouted, and a fierce and fierce aura gushed out of his body. The long sword was thrown upwards by it, and then his body shot towards Ye Qingchen.

"Boom!" Thunder was drawn by the sword and struck the sword. And the white-clothed swordsman's body was in a hurry, and he arrived in front of Ye Qingchen in an instant.

Seeing this, many men became worried about Ye Qingchen and shouted for him to be careful.

Yan Yin was also about to speak, when suddenly the corner of his eyes flashed, and he saw Ye Qingchen's hand hidden behind him. When I looked closely, I saw a subtle light flashing in her palm.

The white-clothed swordsman smiled, "Senior Sister Qingchen, you lost"

Indeed, the proximity of a martial artist to the body is the greatest threat to a cultivator. Because a martial artist can rely on his powerful momentum and internal strength, as well as martial arts, to the death of a cultivator in an instant.

The white-clothed swordsman's right hand revealed a trace of coldness, and in the shape of a hand knife, he slashed towards Ye Qingchen's neck.

If he was slashed, Ye Qingchen would not only be defeated by him, but this person could also take the opportunity to hold Ye Qingchen, who was stunned by the hand knife.

None of the people watching were human spirits, and in an instant, they already knew the intentions of the white-clothed swordsman. They all secretly scolded despicable and shameless words, but if they were replaced on the field, I am afraid that they would not be much stronger than the white-clothed swordsman.

This is the surname of the person, I can think that you can't do it, if you do what I think, then you should be thundered five times a day and spurned by others.

However, Yan Yin didn't think that Ye Qingchen would lose.

Just when the white-clothed swordsman's hand knife slashed half an inch above Ye Qingchen's snow-white and slippery neck, his hand couldn't go down anymore.

Because, a handful of ice edges were pressed against his chest.

Ye Qingchen smiled slightly, "If you cut my neck, then you will die, and I will just lose!"

The peerless face and stunning smile of the four seats have moved and fallen for many people.

A trace of unwillingness flashed on the white-clothed swordsman's face, he naturally knew the consequences, but he was very unwilling to let him give up like this.

Then, the strength of the cultivator he knew. If his hand knife was cut down, then Ye Qingchen would also stab the ice edge into his chest at the moment of fainting.

There is the heart part, and the most important point of the warrior is the heart and head. If the heart is damaged, the qi and blood will swell in an instant, and in less than a few breaths, he will suffer a heavy blow, and finally his heart will burst and die.

"Okay, you admit defeat!" Ye Qingchen put away his smile and said indifferently.

The white-clothed swordsman gritted his teeth, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but after comparing the two, he finally withdrew his hand knife and sighed, "I lost"

Ye Qingchen nodded, feeling relieved.

The white-clothed swordsman bowed his head and walked out of the ring, and after a while, he disappeared into the crowd.

Ye Qingchen, who was enjoying the joy of victory, looked at the audience in all directions with a smile, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he saw Yan Yin. A touching smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and he nodded to Yan Yin.

"Why are you here?" After stepping down, Ye Qingchen brought her sister to Yan Yin, "I said that I haven't been in class seriously for a while, this is not a good student."

It's still that demeanor, with that kind of teasing tone. In front of Ye Qingchen, Yan Yin felt quite relaxed.

jokingly "Hehe, I'm so good, the teachers don't want to teach me"

"De surname" Ye Qingchen glanced at Yan Yin.

The charm and charm of that moment instantly killed the young men and women around who were staring at this place.

Smiling slightly, Yan Yin looked at Ye Qingwu and said with a smile, "Qingwu, how have you been cultivating recently?"

Ye Qingwu held Ye Qingchen's hand tightly, a green silk shawl, and a touch of Feixia appeared on her pretty cheeks, and she whispered, "Well, there is a little sign"

Shaking her head secretly in her heart, Ye Qingwu still looked shy and introverted, compared to her sister's generosity and brightness, it was simply an opposite.

Yan Yin looked at Ye Qingchen and said, "Sister Qingchen, can I call you that?"

Ye Qingchen nodded, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and smiled, "Whatever you want"

Yan Yin looked around and said to Ye Qingchen, "Sister Qingchen, do you know where the sea is?"

Ye Qingchen was stunned for a moment, he didn't know why Yan Yin was asking this, and said, "I know! It's in the easternmost part of Southern College, about thirty miles away from Southern College." ”

"Then, I don't know if I can ask Sister Qingchen to do me a favor" Yan Yin said embarrassedly, "I don't know how to go, so I want Sister Qingchen to take me to the beach, okay?"

Ye Qingchen teased the green silk in his ears lightly, and said with a smile, "This is naturally no problem, you have helped us a few times, this little favor is nothing." ”

"Thank you" Yan Yin was about to say something, when suddenly a loud shout came from the field, echoing Siye.

When I turned around, I saw a huge knife slashing down in the field. This is the sword qi, condensed into substance, like a hundred zhang of big knife, slashing out horizontally. In front of him, there was a sturdy young man, who was shocked by a big knife and flew dozens of feet, and sprinkled a bloody practice in the air.

"What is this?" Yan Yin looked at the huge big knife in shock, and there was a hint of shock in his eyes.

"This is the sword qi of the mad knife, and it is also his most powerful move - the knife is in the world" Ye Qingchen sighed, "It is worthy of being the third in the academy, and the strength is outstanding"

"It's a mad knife" Yan Yin frowned, the mad knife is the third in the academy, and it has such a terrifying strength, that Zhuang Shu is the second in the academy, and the strength should also be very strong. Why didn't he show it last time?

Yan Yin didn't know that he had broken Zhuang Shu's long sword, even if he had good martial arts and swordsmanship, it would be difficult for Zhuang Shu to use it without a sword.

In the field, the crazy knife looked at Yan Yin, and the big knife pointed directly at Yan Yin, full of provocation.

Thousands of spectators followed the big knife of the mad knife, and their eyes looked at Yan Yin here.

Yan Yin didn't know why the Crazy Knife was like this, it stands to reason that he and the Crazy Knife never seemed to have met, and they never had any entanglements.

However, thinking of what Xu Monkey said, the big knife would be built by a mad knife, Yan Yin had some aftertaste. This crazy knife should be trying to avenge Han Yan.

Ye Qingchen looked at Yan Yin, lightly opened her lips and said, "Although there are rumors in the academy that you are the King of Force, but, compared to the Crazy Knife, you are still a little worse. Now he's provoking you, you must not be fooled"

Yan Yin nodded, in the ring match, thousands of people were watching, he couldn't use Yan's long fist, how could he win the crazy knife. With just some brute strength and the moves used to hunt strange beasts, I'm afraid it won't be enough to look at it in front of the mad sword's broadsword.

Crazy Knife was a young man, about twenty-four or five, with a strong body and muscles. With short hair, it looks extremely refined.

Facing everyone's eyes, Yan Yi smiled at the crazy knife, then looked at Ye Qingchen, and said with a smile, "Sister Qingchen, take me to the beach!"

Ye Qingchen was stunned for a moment, he couldn't imagine that Yan Yin was so open, and he didn't care about the eyes of many people and the provocation of the mad knife.

He chuckled, "Okay, I haven't been to see the sea for a long time, so I'll take Qingwu to see the vast and boundless sea."

In this way, under the gaze of everyone, Ye Qingchen led Ye Qingwu and Yan Yin to the outside of the martial arts arena.

"Coward"

"The guy who didn't plant"

"Not a man"

"My good girl, this kid actually forgot to fight" This is the words of Fat Dun, and he is the only one, always so open-mouthed.

"Ahh

Everyone looked at the past, and they were saddened, and secretly cried in their hearts: My obedient girl, just like your bear, looks really wonderful.

............

In this way, the sound of abuse is endless.

Crazy Dao raised his eyebrows, and looked at Yan Yin who gradually disappeared into the crowd with cold eyes.

"If I meet during the competition, I will defeat you!" When he was about to walk out of the martial arts arena, Yan Yin turned his head, looked at the mad knife, and said slowly in a voice that was not too loud.

Although the voice was not loud, everyone basically understood what Yan Yin meant through his mouth.

The second in an academy, the most powerful teenager in a new cadet who is known as the king of power, what kind of sparks will they produce when they meet.

Many people are looking forward to it.

However, there was a person standing in the corner of the martial arts arena, staring coldly at Yan Yin's back.

He was dressed in white and carried a long sword.

He is Zhuang Shu. Zhuang Shu who was broken by Yan Yin with a long sword!

After several months of retreat and cultivation, his strength has become more and more refined.

Feeling the cold glow behind her, Yan Yin looked at Zhuang Shu casually, and a trace of coldness flashed in her eyes.