Volume 1: The Origin of the Sword Chapter 33 This person is a little special

But nothing is absolute.

In this world, there are always some bastards called geniuses who play cards with common sense.

In Yunmeng City, there are some students with relatively outstanding talents and a high level of Xuan Qi, who privately buy combat skills and quietly cultivate, and if they are lucky, they can all succeed in cultivation and exert some power in and out of the Star War Skills.

For example, Wu Xiaofang.

This one-star sword skill [Han Python Seven Illusion Sword] has been practiced to a similar level, which is enough to crush many students of the same level.

But it's a pity that he met a demon like Lin Beichen and was ruthlessly defeated.

In fact, if Wu Xiaofang could really cultivate the [Han Python Seven Illusion Sword] to the realm of 'entering the house', it would be enough to defeat Lin Beichen.

Of course, this can only be seen by experienced teachers.

But right now, whether it is Mu Xinyue or Yue Hongxiang, they have cultivated their respective star-entering sword skills to the level of 'entering the hall', which is by no means comparable to Wu Xiaofang's half-hung [Han Python Seven Illusion Sword].

Between the two Shu moves, the blade of the sword can faintly reveal a faint glimmer of mystical energy.

Every time the sword struck, there was a strange roar.

The point where the blade hits, a shimmer of light.

The air flow burst through the air like water streaks.

These two female students are not simple.

He secretly cultivated to such an extent.

It seems that even if Wu Xiaofang was not eliminated by Lin Beichen, he would not have any chance of winning when he met either of the two women.

Insiders look at the doorway.

The layman looks lively.

Lin Beichen is undoubtedly a layman.

He just felt that the battle between the two beauties suddenly became more and more beautiful and lively.

The rest of the students generally think the same way.

Two minutes later.

Bite!

The sound of swords clashing.

Yue Hongxiang exclaimed, clutched her wrists, and staggered back.

A smear of red blood spilled from between her fingers.

The winner is decided.

Mu Xinyue's face was not arrogant or impatient, she held her sword at her elbow, and said, "Senior Sister Yue, I have conceded." ”

Around the ring, an uncontrollable exclamation finally sounded.

The battle did not last long.

It can be seen that Mu Xinyue's strength occupies an absolute advantage.

Yue Hongxiang looked down at her injury, and the tendon on her right wrist was broken.

She knew that this was Mu Xinyue's deliberate doing.

Such an injury needs to be treated with an extremely valuable [White Jade Intermittent Ointment], at least half a month, before the broken tendons can be connected, and it will affect the actual combat of swordsmanship, if you take care of it, it will take two to three months to completely heal.

This will greatly affect her performance in the [Tianjiao Battle] qualifiers.

"I lost. ”

Yue Hongxiang's expression was extremely calm, and she didn't accuse anything too much.

With her bloodstained left hand, she retrieved her longsword and turned and walked out of the ring.

"The competition is over, and Mu Xinyue wins. ”

The invigilator Ding Sanshi announced the results loudly.

Mu Xinyue stood in the ring, smiling, her long black hair fluttering, bathed in the golden afterglow of the sunset, looking like she was covered with a layer of golden divine light, and her beautiful shadow was deeply engraved in the hearts of countless male students.

"Today's Dabi is over. ”

On the viewing platform, Head of Grade Chu stood up and announced the temporary end of the day's competition.

At this point, there is only one last battle left in the middle of the year-

Title fights.

The final grade will be born in the battle of tomorrow than the first day.

In the anticipation of the discussion, the crowd dispersed in twos and threes.

There were a few female students who had a budding spring heart and mustered up the courage to go to Lin Beichen for an autograph, but after looking around, they found that this beautiful boy didn't know where to go for a long time.

......

Ten minutes later.

In the examination room.

"Waha, Brother Qingxuan, you should come and see, this time, how are these two Tianjiao in the second year of my third academy performing?"

As if he had amnesia, Chu Zhen asked the same question back and forth dozens of times.

Li Qingxuan's head was big for a while.

It's endless, you.

I know you want to show off, but it's a bit too much to keep asking.

He had to say perfunctorily: "Good, good, very good." ”

Chu Zhen laughed again: "That Brother Qingxuan thinks that tomorrow's decisive battle, who will win and who will lose?"

Li Qingxuan thought about it carefully and said, "On the surface, five or five open...... But I'm still optimistic about Mu Xinyue. ”

"Oh?"

Chu Zhen was slightly surprised: "Why does Brother Qingxuan judge like this?"

Li Qingxuan said: "Hmm...... Intuitively. ”

Chu Zhen also nodded and said, "Indeed, I don't know why, although Lin Beichen's Xuan Qi level is higher, I also have the same intuition as you." ”

"By the way, Brother Chu, have you ever thought about why a loser who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, all of a sudden, has become a genius with amazing talent, what secrets are hidden in this?"

Li Qingxuan reminded.

Chu Zhen's expression was slightly serious, and he said: "This matter, of course I have thought about it, it should be the back hand left by Zhan Tianhou, after all, that is one of the battlefield myths of the empire, and has created many miracles, it is not impossible for him to spoil Lin Beichen so much, and leave some huge opportunities for his son." ”

Li Qingxuan nodded.

He is also inclined to this view.

It's just that don't forget that the emperor didn't kill Lin Beichen because he was a waste brainchild and had no threat.

And now, Lin Beichen has become a genius.

After His Majesty the Emperor found out, would he still keep the only son of Zhan Tianhou, a criminal minister?

......

......

Sunset is falling.

The campus of the Third College is very quiet.

A grove deep in the arena.

As soon as Lin Beichen came back, he saw the old housekeeper with a sad face, staring at him with a faint look in his eyes.

"Young Master, my sword ......"

"Oh, it's broken. ”

"Ah, no, that's my ancestral sword......"

"But it broke. ”

"Young master, it's a sword of kindness, you ......"

"It's really broken. ”

"Woo woo, my sword, it has been passed down in my royal family for eighteen generations, and I have lost you...... You're dying so miserably. ”

"Damn, don't fucking lose it, I'll get you a new one. ”

"Really, I want the most popular [Blue Bird Sword] of the season in Cloud Dream City launched by Master Fan this year. ”

"Buy. ”

"Thank you, young master, I'll go and prepare dinner for you. ”

Facts have proved that the obscene housekeeper Wang Zhong is indeed a rare good dog.

Soon prepared a sumptuous dinner, the meat and vegetables were perfectly matched, the taste was excellent, and the fruit wine [Peach Blossom Brew] made Lin Beichen feel like he had entered a five-star hotel.

It's so good at serving people.

made Lin Beichen feel once again that it was really cool to have such a dog leg by his side.

After eating and drinking, Lin Beichen hid in the tent.

Fiddling with the phone for a while, nothing new was discovered.

So I went straight to sleep.

After all, after fighting for a day during the day, although there is the nourishment of Xuan Qi, I still feel very tired.

An hour later.

When he was sleeping soundly, Wang Zhong's cowering voice came from outside.

"Young master, young master, someone is looking for you. ”

Wang Zhong knocked on the tent door.

Lin Beichen turned over and said impatiently in a daze: "Who, I don't have time to see him, let him go." ”

"Uh...... Young master, this person is a little special, hey, hey, hey, you'd better see it. ”

The old butler's voice revealed an undisguised hint of obscenity.

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