Chapter 29: The Contest Begins

The exciting moment came quickly, the arena of the Shinto Pavilion was crowded with black pressed crowds, but it was very orderly, a high platform was built on the outermost periphery, all the teachers were present, even Tianxing also came, but there was no blue county's figure, Shadow Moon asked Tianxing, it said that the blue county pavilion master has a very high status in the Shinto world, and many things need to be dealt with by him, and he may not have time to watch this kind of competition for his own students. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There were fifty-nine players standing in several rows in the three football fields, each standing on their own flying carpet, holding their own black moths in their hands, and looking up at the high platform at the same time, the female teacher Ye Ying was the referee and host of this game, and she was also the one who presided over the test when Ying Yue first entered the Shinto Pavilion.

Ye Ying's long black hair is high, she is dressed in a black tight-fitting suit, her bumpy figure makes people spurt blood, although she is over forty years old, her skin is very delicate, and her eyes are as sharp as an eagle, her responsibility is not to allow students to deliberately threaten the lives of others, of course, there are exceptions to everything, but although the events she has presided over over many years are often disabled, there has never been a homicide.

"Classmates!" The hesitation was too wide, and Ye Ying had to use his technique to make his voice spread to every corner of the arena: " I know that you are very eager to win the competition, this will not only bring honor to your academy, but the first place can also win yourself the magic class taught by the Blue County Pavilion Master himself, and it is one-on-one, but I never want anyone's life to be in danger because of this, of course, the magic path has always been cruel, you need this kind of cruel experience and bloody experience in the process of growing up, but the ultimate goal of the competition is to let you know the gap between yourself and others, and now hundreds of pairs of eyes are looking at you in the audience, it is best not to make too out-of-the-ordinary actions in the game, otherwise you will be punished even if you winI think your mentor has already told you the rules of the competition, so let's get started!"

With a whistle, fifty-nine flying carpets quickly rose into the air, and Yu Feng, who was full of red hair, always had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at that expression as if the first place was already in his bag!

"Who do you think is stronger in the Northern Academy of Arts?" he asked the two beside him.

"No, maybe the blue-haired girl, I heard she's smarter!" replied the man to his left.

Yu Feng smiled: "Although there are many of them, they can't get on the stage, you look at that, you don't dare to stand up straight on the flying carpet!"

He was talking about the prince, although he was standing, but because he was afraid of the jokes of the onlookers, but standing was even more ugly, obviously afraid of bending his legs, and he could even see that he was trembling, in fact, he was already scolding his mother yesterday, and he knew that he was going to fly to play this game, and he would never sign up.

For all the students of the Shinto Pavilion, the temptation of Lanjun's one-on-one teaching is quite large, of course, the premise is that you must get the first place in the jutsu dao competition, and among the fifty-nine contestants, Yu Feng is already confident.

"Tell them, first kill all the people in the Northern Academy, the first is mine, and then all of you will have a high place. ”

"Okay!" With Yu Feng's command, the person on his left made a gesture, and then pointed to the people of the Northern Academy of Arts, of course, the Northern Academy was also prepared, and everyone had discussed before to defeat the people of the Southern Academy of Arts, but now seeing the high-spirited Yu Feng, many people began to be stunned in their hearts.

Pang Guang, a senior student at the Beijing Academy of Arts, became the commentator of the competition, and he was led into the dormitory by him when he first entered the school, and introduced him to the monitor Meizi, who was now sitting behind a black desk with a microphone on it, and he was chattering into it.

"Tutor Ye Ying shouted that five minutes have passed since the start of the competition, but the students of the North and South Academies are still watching each other, what are they waiting for, or are they secretly communicating strategic methods in their respective fields, although the number of people in the North Academy is more than that of the South Academy, but the South Academy is obviously an elite ......"

"Are you saying that our Beishu Academy is all stupid?" Lu Shu turned around and said lukewarmly to Pang Guang, who was chattering, he broke out in a cold sweat, because he was also a member of the Beishu Academy, he quickly changed his words and shouted: "Of course, our Beishu Academy is not all stupid......" Speaking of this, he paused again, feeling that what he said was something inappropriate.

"Attack!" Yu Feng stood on the flying carpet and shouted, all the twenty-three people behind him moved, at the same time, the students of the Northern Academy of Arts also attacked, and suddenly, the sky fell into a scuffle, black moths with blue arcs danced all over the air, the sound of breaking the sky and the sound of electric shocks were endless, moths and moths collided, and huge sparks kept sparking in the air, which was scary to look at, and it was precisely because it was too intense that the cheers below did not stop.

"Oh my God! it's too intense!" Pang Guang stood up with the microphone, he was obviously also excited: "This competition is twice as fierce as in previous years...... No, it's more than ten times, everyone look, Yu Feng of the Southern Academy is like a wolf into the flock, of course, he didn't catch the sheep, he just scared them away......"

"Pang Guang!" Ye Ying scolded him: "Be serious." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm just making an analogy!" Pang Guang smiled apologetically at Ye Ying and continued: "But Yu Feng's strength is beyond doubt, no one dares to fight him, or even dare to get close to him, the moths he controls are like arm commands, and he has obviously reached a heinous realm of manipulation! Oh no, look, who is that, oh my God, Qing Nan of our Northern Academy of Arts, she is a beauty, she actually killed a big man from the South Academy, how did she do it, she is the pride of the Northern Academy, and ...... And that's ......."

Pang Guang almost couldn't shout, he saw the prince with his hands and knees on the flying carpet, trembling and trembling, the moth flashed blue arcs kept circling around him, looking around blindly, afraid that someone would attack him, even far away from the battlefield.

The students of the Northern Academy of Arts' faces turned red when they saw him like that, and Pang Guang had no choice but to put him aside and continued: "Look, the students of the Academy of Northern Arts, really aren't all straw bales, they are bravely attacking, but...... Still, there are people who have been knocked over, and more than one ......"

The people of the Southern Academy of Arts are indeed very fierce, they control the moth to collide with each other, and they use the flying carpet to crash into themselves, many people in the North Academy are frightened by their move, especially those who shouted to protect Qing Nan before, and now it is difficult to take care of her at all, or they don't have the heart to take care of her for self-protection, Qing Nan controls the flying carpet, shuttling through the crowd, naturally he will not use brute force to collide with those big boys, and he cleverly dodges every time, which has made Shadow Moon sweat for her many times.

"Ahh

Suddenly there was a scream, the prince who wanted to be alone was still hit by a moth, and the whole person was lying on the flying carpet with electricity and convulsed, and the flying carpet also lost control, fluttering and staggering towards Pang Guang, who was commenting loudly!