......

Seeing Xiao Che come back safely, Xiao Hong and the others breathed a long sigh of relief.

Xiao Hong preemptively said: "Then Yu Qiu is not difficult for you, right?"

Xiao Che shook his head and said, "No." ”

Mu Wan'er said with a smile: "No, on the contrary, that Yu Qiu touched a gray nose, and finally ran out of the study with a disgraced face." ”

“......”

Early one morning a few days later.

Today's Nanxi study seems to be a little more noisy than in the past, and many people can't help but talk about something when they meet.

Someone in the crowd said, "What are you talking about?"

Then someone responded, "Haven't you heard? ”

"Who started the battle to seize the saints, and whose saints did they take the saints?"

"Xiao Che, Xi Fan. ”

Suddenly, a sharp voice resounded in the crowd: "Xiao Che has arrived, and he is already on the central platform at this moment." ”

Everyone suddenly boiled: "Let's go, go and have a look." ”

For a while, the entire Nanxi study was in a state of boiling, and the dense crowd like a torrent continued to rush towards the central battle platform of the study.

Central Battlefield.

At this moment, Xiao Che was standing at one end of the battle platform in a white shirt, his long black hair was windless, and his sharp and clear eyes seemed to be slightly flat with expectation.

After a moment, Xiao Che's gaze slowly swept over the faces of the people around him, and then, a clear and bright voice like a bell rang out: "Xiao Che, an ordinary disciple of the study, hereby sends a battle to the holy son of the study, and hopes that Senior Brother Xi will be successful." ”

Woohoo –

As he spoke, he waved his robe, and his transparent palm, which seemed to be white, suddenly threw out a battle book.

In an instant, the war book was deeply embedded in the battle platform.

As soon as these words came out, the countless disciples of the entire Nanxi study were all enthusiastic, their eyes were full of shock and looked at Xiao Che, and there seemed to be a flame in their chests that had been ignited, and they echoed with Xiao Che's voice: "The battle to seize the saint!"

The sound like a dragon's roar continued to resound in the Nanxi study, as if it penetrated all the buildings and filled the entire space, and the eyes of countless study disciples fell on Xiao Che like a torch, unable to move away for a long time, as if they were completely frozen.

"Xiao Che should have been in the study for less than a year, right?"

"In less than a year, he dared to launch a battle to seize the saint, which is really courageous. ”

"I don't know if the Holy Son of Xi Fan can keep the position of the Holy Son. ”

“......”

The entire Nanxi study is like a boiling cauldron at this moment, and almost everyone is looking at this scene with red colors, and their eyes are full of expectation.

But soon, everyone's expressions gradually became solemn.

Someone in the crowd said, "What about the Holy Son of Xi Fan?"

As soon as the words fell, I heard someone say, "It's coming!"

"It is indeed the Holy Son of Xi Fan. ”

“......”

Everyone followed the prestige, only to see that at the end of the battle platform opposite Xiao Che, Xi Fan walked slowly, stepping on the battle platform with steady steps, and every step out would be accompanied by a stronger battle spirit around him.

Xi Fan paused, stretched out his palm from the dark sleeve robe and hugged Xiao Che's fist, he didn't say anything else, and said in a deep voice: "Since Senior Brother Xiao Che has such courage, this battle to win the saint, I, Xi Fan, take it." ”

As he spoke, he waved his big hand, and the battle book embedded deep in the battle platform flickered and flew up, and was firmly grasped by him.

Xiao Che hugged his fists: "Tomorrow at this moment, seize the Holy War." ”

With that, he turned and left.

Xi Fan took a deep look at Xiao Che's back, his eyes were a little complicated, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, and then he also turned around and left.

The main owner left, and soon the crowd gradually dispersed.

However, the heat of the battle for the Holy Attack has not weakened in the slightest, and it has even set off a lot of waves between the senior management of the study and the senior lecturers.

An elder looked at Dean Zhuang Nantian and said: "Dean, Xiao Che's talent is indeed good, and he touched Xi Fan's footsteps in less than a year after entering the study, but after all, Xi Fan stepped into the Yu Mansion realm too long before Xiao Che, and I am afraid that this battle will be hanging." ”

As soon as these words came out, Li Fangxiu suddenly raised his lazy eyelids and glanced at the person who spoke, smiled faintly, and said nothing.

Zhuang Nantian smiled slightly, he stood up and looked at the Nanxi study that was still in a boiling state, and said, "What the result is, we will know tomorrow." ”

Xiao Che, I hope you won't let me down. Zhuang Nantian thought to himself.

......

Xiao Che did not go back to his residence, but went straight to the old man in the streets and alleys of Changyang Street.

This is the quietest place to be.

Fortunately, he had the foresight, at this moment his residence was already surrounded by countless study disciples, and everyone seemed to be in a crazy excitement, and the battle to seize the saint was meaningful.

Following.

Xiao Che slowly opened his eyes, and after sitting quietly all night, his body state was adjusted to the peak at this moment, he stood up, said goodbye to the old painter and prepared to go to the study.

The old painter looked at Xiao Che's back and smiled slightly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were suddenly much deeper, and his eyes flashed with appreciation.

......

At this moment, the central platform of Nanxi Study was already full of people, everyone's eyes were full of expectation, and their faces were full of excitement.

It was the end of winter, and the red sun was gradually rising into the sky, but the space was still full of cold.

At this time, a slender and burly figure appeared at the end of the crowd, slowly walking towards the central battle sky.

This person was dressed in a black robe, and there was a faint cold aura on his body, his eyes were deep, dark, and as sharp as a knife.

Holy Son Xi Fan.

He walked straight to the end of the central battle platform, paused, folded his arms and closed his eyes, and his mind fell into a state of forgetfulness as if no one was around.

Someone in the crowd inevitably lost their voices: "It is worthy of being a holy son, such a transcendent state of mind is really admirable." ”

Sneer...... A slight and sharp sound suddenly came from the space, and everyone's eyes were fixed, and then they saw a figure flying in the air, and instantly sat down on the seat on the high platform.

Dean of Nanxi Study, Zhuang Nantian.

Immediately afterwards, the lecturers and elders of the study were seated one after another, and they were looking forward to this battle to seize the saints.

Xiao Hong, Dazhi, and Lao Hei have also arrived.

There are also Luo Mubai, Luo Xixi, and Wu Qingyao.

......

Over time, the shades of the sun become soft and calm, with an autumnal vibe.

At this moment, a burst of noise suddenly erupted between the crowd, and many people dispersed, and finally made way for a clearly visible road, and at the same time, a white-shirted figure appeared in everyone's eyes.

The crowd exclaimed, "Xiao Che, Xiao Che is here!"

I saw Xiao Che wearing a plain white robe, carrying a guqin, and the clean and dusty upper and lower parts of his body, his clear eyes were still as calm as before, and there was an unpredictable faint smile floating on the corner of his mouth.

Immediately after, under the burning gaze of everyone, Xiao Che slowly walked to the central platform.

And at this moment, Xi Fan's sharp eyes opened, and a wisp of cold essence flashed out, and his sharp gaze like a knife fell straight on Xiao Che's body.

Xiao Che also stared at Xi Fan from afar, and a frosty aura quietly bloomed from all over his body, extremely cold, like a glacier for thousands of years.

Before the war started, the sharp aura of the two had already collided together in the air.

Feeling the awe-inspiring momentum released by the two on the battle platform, the hearts of the crowd trembled wildly, and the look of anticipation in their eyes was even more intense.

Turning his gaze, Xiao Che looked at Dean Zhuang on the high platform, and said with a long bow: "Dean." ”

Xi Fan also gave a salute.

Zhuang Nantian waved his hand and said, "On the premise of not hurting your life, you can fight at will." ”

Xiao Che nodded, and his gaze fell on Xi Fan's body again.

Xi Fan's eyes widened, a fierce killing intent flashed, and there seemed to be a blazing flame burning in his eyes, staring at Xiao Che and saying proudly: "Senior Brother Xiao Che, be careful." ”

He stopped and took a sharp step forward, his breath getting colder.

Xiao Che smiled slightly, his figure flashed like a streamer, and he swept in front of Xi Fan in an instant, his five fingers like iron stretched out violently and Huo Ran clenched his fist, and his fist roared out.

Xi Fan's figure flickered, and there was a cold aura condensed in his palm, and he shot it forward, and the sharp palm wind containing a strong chill suddenly exploded.

Bang Bang –

Suddenly, the wind overflowed, and the vast breath poured out like a torrent.

The battle for the Saints really kicked off at this moment.

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