Panda.

Her opponent is a ball-headed girl, using a silver and white double sword, and the moment she sees the panda, she narrows her starry eyes.

Then, his expression became straight and cold.

"That'...... Surrender that panda, I won't show mercy. ”

The ball-headed girl said solemnly.

Generally speaking, the bigger the panda, the better the development, the stronger the strength, the more petite, the stunted growth, and the strength is generally weak.

The panda in front of me is much smaller than other pandas, and it looks very cute and easy to bully.

“……”

Hua Xiaohua blinked, stayed in place, and did not speak.

"Go!"

Seeing this, the ball-headed girl no longer hesitated.

She was a little bare and slashed down with two flying swords, and the silver-white light bloomed.

The swordsmanship is strict, and the standard basic swordsmanship sword cutting style is a combination of two complete sets of flying swords, and the power is doubled, and the monks in the later stage of leisure qi training will be killed in one face.

"Yikes!"

Hua Xiaohua's black nose fluttered, and she took a deep breath, this was her first college entrance examination battle, and she was a little nervous.

But he still didn't move, allowing the two staggered silver-white flying swords to slash towards his throat, and he didn't even unfold the true qi shield of the innate martial artist.

The two silver-white flying swords touched the white hairs on their throats, and the sword qi on the side of the sword blade was highly condensed, cutting the air into a terrible whistling sound.

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

Any monk in the late stage of Qi cultivation can have swordsmanship above this level, so it can be seen that under the continuous involution, the level of cold weapons in Xianmen today is more than a step higher than nine years ago.

"Stupid little guy!"

Seeing this, the girl with the head of the ball was relieved, and seemed to have seen the appearance of the panda giving the head, and said with some regret.

Bite!

Two silver-white swords slashed at the white fur on the panda's neck, but there was no scene of broken hairs and blood flying.

Only a sonorous sound was heard, and sparks splashed everywhere.

The two silver-white flying swords flew away, like thunder, the aura was dim, and the ball-headed girl, who was the owner of the flying sword, spit blood from her mouth, and her body was shaky.

"What is this?"

The pill-headed girl's face turned pale, and she took out a medium-grade magic weapon shield to cover it in front of her, and said incredulously.

With just one touch, her silver-white swords were completely destroyed, which was beyond what the teacher taught and could not be understood.

Whew!

In the sound of the wind, a spiked flame greatsword descended.

It was held in the claws of two cute bears, and it was split, and the head of the ball-headed girl exploded, and then the body shattered, and countless pieces of flesh and blood splattered in all directions.

From beginning to end, the little guy didn't say a word.

"Seventh layer of Qi training, dead?"

"Who was that person just now, it's definitely not my little flower!"

The popularity of this college entrance examination live broadcast room is good, and it is completely because of the appearance, and everyone can't help but be stunned at this time, suspecting that they are hallucinating.

"This style of combat is too bloody, and it seems to have brought our little flower to ......"

In Wolong Reserve,

A group of pandas, large and small, were also watching the live broadcast, exclaiming from time to time, come on, many adult giant pandas twitched the corners of their mouths at this time, and had a bad premonition.

"Her lava thorn sword embryo has been refined, and the refining has been successful."

Jiang Ding thought with a little surprise.

For those who live long, try not to have bonds and feelings with those who live short.

An enlightened panda, if it can't break through the foundation, will die at most a hundred years old.

Kendo has always been dangerous and fierce, no matter how good the conditions are, it is possible to die in the process of cultivation, and the other party seems to be quite timid and fragile in his heart, and his heart cannot be called decisive......

Therefore, he has not paid attention to each other in all these years.

"Not bad."

Jiang Ding was happy in his heart, and he was happy that kendo had ushered in a fellow traveler with outstanding talent and a verified heart.

"Innate peak, just like me back then, coupled with the powerful physique of the Iron Eater Clan, the lava thorn sword embryo, she may become the champion of cold weapons this year...... If yes, the first milestone in the development of kendo has occurred. ”

After spending some time paying attention to Hua Xiaohua, Jiang Ding continued to look at the others, wanting to make an accurate assessment of the swordsmanship level of the younger generation of Xianmen.

"It's a bit unexpected, it's much better than what was previously estimated, and the highest level of swordsmanship seems to have the appearance of an amateur swordsman Badan."

"There are a lot of talents in Xianmen."

Jiang Ding sighed.

"As long as you give a path and provide some assistance, even a kendo talent is a carp that crosses the river, and in the Three Kingdoms Immortal Cultivation Realm, even the Second Spirit Root Cultivator is far from being able to compare with them."

Jiang Ding knew that it was not how good the race of the mother planet was, and there was reproductive isolation or something.

It is completely the continuous investment in education, continuous research and development, and continuous development of the predecessors of Xianmen, as long as you have relevant talents and relevant paths, talents will continue to emerge.

This is the difference between nurture and education.

"I estimate that in a few years at most, there will be amateur nine-stage swordsmen who will reach a peak of swordsmanship skills."

"As for the professional swordsman in the back......"

"This is more difficult, not only to have a requirement for talent, but also to emphasize single-mindedness, completely, completely abandon other paths, and devote yourself to the way of the sword, so that it is possible to give birth to sword intent and become a professional swordsman."

"People with great talent may not take this path."

"People who take this road may not be at the top of their talents, which is a contradictory thing, and they can only rely on the accumulation of time, and then the inevitable coincidences that continue to appear."

Jiang Ding's thoughts were scattered, and he recorded the swordsmanship level of each candidate as a data support for the next stage of the kendo cultivation plan.

Unconsciously, this year's cold weapon exam has entered the second half.

Jiang Ding's gaze fell on Hua Xiaohua again.

She met a real opponent, a little fat man, the realm of the peak of qi training, and it seemed that there was also a spirit body of the wind system.

A handful of wind spells made it supernatural, and the spells such as wind knife, wind sword, and storm were thrown on Hua Xiaohua's body one by one, and he would never touch this seemingly weak panda with a physical flying sword spell.

Hua Xiaohua is motionless.

"Turtle Lava Thorn Sword Codex"!

Her sword embryo is from this classic, although it is only the innate peak of the eagle, but it already has a trace of perseverance of the turtle, let you hit the wind in all directions, I will not move, with the sword stationed, ignoring the disturbances of the outside world.

"I'm not fighting!"

After bombarding and bombing for more than ten minutes in a row, the panda was not damaged at all, and the wind herring was panting and rotting directly on the spot.

Wind spells, notoriously fast, inherently invincible.

"No, you can't."

The first time Hua Xiaohua spoke, she was still milky.

Then, the body curled up into a spiked ball, and with a roar, the energy accumulated by the previous beating exploded, and the soul locked, and the body turned into a spiked streamer that crashed into the wind herring in the sky.

"You can fly!"

Feng Qingyu shouted, his figure flickered, and seven or eight shadows with similar breaths appeared one after another, flying in all directions at an extremely fast speed, so fast that it was difficult for ordinary foundation building monks to catch up for a while.

Rumble!

The black and white spiked dumplings ignore the other figures, just stubbornly tracking one, straight lines, turns, up and down, roundabouts, don't look at the stupid appearance of the spiked dumplings, in fact, they are extremely flexible.

After a few breaths,

The spiked danzi hit his shadow headlong at a much faster speed than the wind herring, and with a bang, blood and flesh splashed, and the seven or eight shadows around him dissipated, and there was no doubt that it was the real body.

In the same place, a black and white spiked ball turned around several times in a daze before stopping.

(End of chapter)