Volume 1: The Origin of the Sword Chapter 95 Who Can Catch It?
Cao Potian's words carried a trace of undisguised ridicule and ridicule.
The three giants of the Third Academy frowned slightly at the same time.
But no matter how unhappy they are, they can't embarrass a teenager as an elder.
Han took a step forward, his eight-character eyebrows furrowed tightly, looking even more sad, and said, "How do you want to try?"
Cao Potian stretched out his palm.
A glimmer of light flickered.
A dark red invitation appeared in his hand.
On his body, there are storage treasures.
Seeing this scene, the hearts of the Big Three and the teachers were slightly shocked.
The disciples of Baiyun City are full of treasures.
The crystallization of this kind of Xuanwen alchemy technology is rare because of its high technical content, only the powerful families have one or two, and ordinary people rarely see it, even the senior teachers of the third academy are not necessarily equipped with this kind of treasure.
Bai Haiqin really loves Cao Potian.
"It's very simple, as long as you can catch this invitation, you are eligible. ”
Cao Potian looked at Han Buying, smiled contemptuously, and said, "But, you, no." ”
Han Buyi said lightly: "What nonsense, you can send it." ”
"The frog at the bottom of the well is beyond his strength. ”
Cao Potian sneered, and a trace flashed in his eyes: "Then it will be as you wish." ”
Shout!
The red invitation in the palm of his hand flew out slowly.
It's slow, but there's an eerie sound of breaking through the air.
Han took three steps forward and reached out to pinch the red invitation.
He was not careless, the Xuan Qi was running to the limit, his feet took root, he stepped on the earth, and there was a faint Xuan Light flowing on his fingers, which was a sign of the imminent release of the Xuan Qi.
The first year of the third year of the third academy showed an extremely cautious posture.
Even if it was a siege crossbow that came from the face, he was confident that it would follow.
But the next moment......
Boom!
There was an explosion.
"Uhh......h
The five fingers of Han Buyi's right hand exploded the moment the invitation touched, and blood burst out.
As if he had been hit hard, he flew out more than ten meters upside down and fell to the ground with force.
Not good.
The third-grade director Pan Weimin's body moved, caught Han Buyi in mid-air, and landed on the ground, Xuan Qi entered his body, suppressed the injury, and his eyes flickered, looking at Cao Potian.
"Looks like you don't deserve this invitation at all. ”
Cao Potian said lightly.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, the red invitation spun and flew back upside down, landing in the palm of his hand.
In the Sword Grinding Pavilion, the oppression became more and more low.
On the first day of the third grade, Han Buying, who had high hopes, was defeated with one blow, and he didn't even catch an invitation.
The expressions on the faces of the instructors were ugly.
"Who else?"
Cao Potian's gaze looked at Lin Beichen intentionally or unintentionally.
Lin Beichen did not speak.
Han Bubo's strength is not lower than himself.
As the chief genius of the third grade, being able to enter the main competition of the Tianjiao Championship shows that his strength is absolutely strong, and he can't catch that thin invitation, it shouldn't be how terrible Cao Potian's cultivation is, but that the method of throwing the invitation contains special power, similar to a certain combat skill.
If you rush to pick it up, I'm afraid you will inevitably repeat the mistakes of the past.
So, only outwitted.
Just as Lin Beichen was thinking about it, Cao Potian smiled slightly, and suddenly had another idea in his heart, and said, "Why don't you give this beautiful female classmate a try." ”
The voice fell.
The red invitation slowly floated out for the second time, extremely slowly, as if it was floating in the air, but it made an elite sound of breaking through the air, and it hit Yue Hongxiang.
Yue Hongxiang's face froze, and with a bang, the long sword on his waist was unsheathed.
Woohoo!
The sword light flickered.
Nine sword flowers appeared in an instant, like a snow lotus blooming in the void, silver and bright, petals and flowers one by one, as if alive, to swallow the invitation.
Bite!
The sound of gold and iron resonating sounded.
Stars flew in the sky.
Irregular bursts of broken metal swords.
The long sword in Yue Hongxiang's hand was broken into dozens of pieces, and the whole person also flew out upside down, and when Chu Zhen caught it and fell, wisps of red blood were already overflowing from her mouth.
And the red please flew back upside down again and fell into Cao Potian's hands.
"It seems that you can't do it either. ”
Cao Potian smiled faintly, and his ridicule was undisguised.
Lin Beichen saw that there was blood spilling out of Yue Hongxiang's right wrist and the bandage wrapped around it, obviously after taking the invitation, the old wound on the wrist was shaken and the wound was reopened.
"The strongest genius of the Third Academy, it seems, is nothing more than that. ”
Cao Potian held the invitation in his hand and shook his head gently, as if he was very disappointed.
Lin Beichen was about to speak.
"I'll come. ”
In the midst of the cold cheers, Bai Yanyun, the chief genius of the first grade, slammed out, his body was extremely fast, and he jumped up and grabbed the invitation card directly in Cao Potian's hand.
"Hmph. ”
Cao Potian snorted lightly, and his palm moved slightly.
The invitation fluttered and flew directly towards Bai Yanyun's palm.
Seeing this, Bai Yanyun snorted lightly, his body fell to the ground, his thumb and middle finger gently pinched the invitation, his arm was pulled like flowing water, and his body rotated like a spinning top, with the help of the dark power of rotation, he wanted to unload the power in the invitation.
Liu Qihai, the head of the first grade, had a bright eye.
It's an extremely smart choice.
Be proactive.
Leverage unloading.
Bai Yanyun showed excellent combat intelligence.
But a sneer appeared on Cao Potian's face.
The next moment-
Sou!
Bai Yanyun's figure flew out in a high-speed spin.
Liu Qihai was about to help.
"No, I don't. ”
Ice and snow little Lori drank.
She still desperately pinched the invitation in her fingers, and finally the whole person slammed into the wall of the Sword Grinding Pavilion, opened her mouth and spewed out a bloody arrow, and the arm holding the invitation was even more indented in the wall, and on her fingers, which were as white as jade, dripping blood beads poured out.
But the invitation, in the end, was still pinched in the palm of his hand.
"I took it. ”
Bai Yanyun slowly slid down from the wall, his face pale, but his expression stubborn.
The crowd was moved.
This is desperate, and I want to leave this invitation in the third college.
Cao Potian's complexion also changed slightly, and then he said lightly: "Hehe, I didn't expect that the third academy of the dignified hall finally stood up and was a little girl, hehe, although you took a trick, but in the end you did pinch the invitation, even if you passed the test, this invitation belongs to you." ”
When Bai Yanyun heard this, his expression relaxed, and then his figure flickered, his eyes were dark, and he fainted directly.
Liu Qihai, the first-grade master, held this ice and snow loli in his arms for the first time, with a look of pity on his face.
This girl has excellent talent and excellent heart, and she is the best in the past 50 years of the Third Academy.
At the beginning, in the school's internal selection and admission evaluation, the score given was high, surpassing others by three or four times, just because he was still young and his cultivation time was short, so his frontal combat power was not as good as Han Bucheng's senior students, but with time and good training, he would definitely be the next Lin Beichen-level Tianjiao.