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The green aura on Zhuang Tong's face flashed, and then he smiled lightly: "Indeed, it is not painful or itchy, I just hope that you can hold out until zuihou this time." I will turn your dragon into a serpent, and a tiger into a cat. ”

Zhuang Wudao pursed the corners of his lips, didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, and looked straight at the field. The number of nominal disciples in the academy is about five hundred, and the actual estimate is three hundred and thirty. However, the top ten disciples of the academy have privileges. It seems that Zhuang Tong will only end when the top sixteen are decided. He's treated a little better, and he can be in the race when he's in the top eight. It can save energy and recuperate, but the reality of the audience's disciples is also the top eight.

However, this is also the result of his hard punch and kick from the bottom of the ranking a few years ago!

The martial arts arena with an area of 100 acres has been neatly divided into eight venues by red paint at this time. When Li Xiangnan gave an order, some disciples entered according to the order.

Ma Yuan was also among them, blinked at Zhuang Wudao on the steps, and confidently stepped into the No. B field.

Lin Han specializes in the Wind Splashing Sword, while Ma Yuan, in addition to secret weapons, is best at a 'White Gong Thirteen Swords', which is also a first-class martial art. However, this set of swordsmanship is most famous not for the subtlety of swordsmanship, but for the flexibility of the body, like an ape, and the sword path is also unpredictable.

The opponent at this time, although he is also a marrow refining realm martial artist. But (see the fastest update) couldn't get close to Ma Yuan's body at all, only three or five swords, and was held by Ma Yuan's sword against the throat,

And Lin Han usually seems to be a weak scholar, but when he casts the Wind Splashing Sword, he is fierce and fast like a wind. I don't pay attention to any swordsmanship, I only cut the sword with my head and face, and the opponent often can't support it in just an instant.

Both of them were soaring, and Zhuang Wudao also showed a little smile on his face. After taking the earth marrow, Ma Yuan and Lin Han's strength has really improved, not inferior to the marrow refining realm cultivators. In the Refining Realm, there are only a dozen people in the Yuecheng Academy. Before the round of 16, there will be no difficult opponents. However, the two of them know how to hide clumsyly, and they only use six points for their strength, which will definitely surprise people later.

"This Xiaobi is really a battle between dragons and tigers, and the strong hands are like clouds, which is much better than three months ago. ”

A hint of strangeness flashed in Zhuang Wudao's eyes, and Xiaobi was less than halfway through, and he found a lot of rising stars in it. Those good seedlings that he had been concerned about before have made a lot of progress in cultivating martial arts.

The academy lasts for three years, and after each big competition, many adult disciples quit the academy. The back waves of Songjiang push the front waves, which has always been the same. Now three years have passed, and it is time for their generation to compete!

Zhuang Wudao immediately shook his head secretly. In fact, many of these disciples in the academy have excellent qualifications.

However, from the owner of the hall to the teaching, he didn't have any heart to teach, and he didn't have any strength, so he couldn't teach according to his talents. Many people are buried in this, so that their cultivation is general, their martial arts are mediocre, and they waste their talents.

Squinting his eyes to the center of the head, he saw that although the inspector's face was silent, there was a trace of sarcasm and disappointment in the depths of his eyes. Lin Xiangnan looked embarrassed and helpless.

Zhuang Wudao smiled and continued to look at the field. In fact, it is not surprising that the Shili of the Lichen Sect is concentrated in the southeast, but its influence in the country of Eastern Wu is very small. And this Yuecheng, which is almost entirely a mining slave, does not seem to be valued by the Lichen Sect itself. Even the owner of the pavilion is just a two-fold building of Qi training that has been lingering on the sickbed for many years, how many talents can be taught?

"Huh, who's that guy?"

Zong Shou's eyes were attracted by a group of people standing on the south side of the martial arts arena at this time. The disciples of the academy are all in cyan clothing. Only these people are all dressed in black robes. And the one who was the leader was a handsome young man, holding a folding fan and wearing a plain brocade robe, just a bored bystander.

The distance is too far, and Zhuang Wudao's cultivation is far from the point of generating spiritual consciousness, I don't know what the strength of these people is. However, just by looking at the servant of the plain-robed son, you can know that his identity is extraordinary. The breath is deep and unfathomable, and he stands up without the slightest superfluous movement. And everyone is a tiger with a bear's waist, a wide skeleton, and high and bulging temples, which is a full of blood and blood.

On the side of this plain-robed boy, there is an old man, seventy years old, with a smile on his face. However, he is only more than six feet tall, and he stands out from the crowd. One can not forget it at a glance.

"I don't know which family's son-in-law it is, the Gu Yue family, or the Baibing Xia family, the Lin and Kong families. Is this the reality of the disciples who came to the Guanxue Hall?"

Zhuang Wudao guessed in his heart, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Even if he is really a child of these great families, he has nothing to do with him for the time being, so he just stays away.

The academy seems to have a lot of people, but there are eight competition venues, and the process is extremely fast, and it will be the top 16 in a blink of an eye.

Although there are many rising stars this time, there are few people who can really stand out and make it to the top 16. Only Ma Yuan and Lin Han successfully broke in.

The ranking of the two has been hovering between sixteenth and thirty-second all year round this year, and it is not surprising that they can be promoted to within sixteenth at this time.

It's just that when he heard the roll call of the school hall where he presided over Xiaobi, Zhuang Wudao frowned slightly.

Ma Yuan vs. Zhuang Tong?

Zhuang Wudao was subconscious, so he looked at the hall owner Li Xiangnan. I saw that this person was not discolored, but his face was still bitter and helpless.

For a while, I was puzzled, and I didn't know if this was a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement.

Zhuang Tong next to him was already shaking his robe, and sneered: "Luck is really good! If it is someone else, it will take some effort." Senior Brother Wudao, I'll enter first, and I'll wait for you below!"

Zhuang Wudao mourned for Ma Yuan in his heart, although this guy's strength has improved greatly, but his luck is not very good. Although Zhuang Tong is not eye-catching, his strength is really not weak. Three months ago, he could only stabilize Zhuang with all his might. Not to mention that Zhuang Tong's strength has greatly improved now, Ma Yuan is only a martial artist in the marrow realm after all, and the victory or defeat can be known regardless of whether he is defeated.

Fortunately, after the quarterfinals, there is also the lower bracket. After that, be careful, you can still enter the top 10 of the academy.

Seeing Zhuang Tong fall, the disciples in the martial arts arena let out a burst of cheers, which seemed to be what everyone was looking forward to. More than half of the disciples who watched the battle surrounded the No. C field where Zhuang Tong was.

Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but itch his teeth with hatred, wondering if he had been the chief disciple for three years, was it so unpopular?

In the past few years, he has often done some public power and private use, and it is right to harm the public and private interests, but he is not harsh on the many brothers and sisters in the school. In the end, it is not as good as Zhuang Tong, a lot of money, and it is very popular in the academy.

At this time, even the overseer was shocked at this time, and looked at him in surprise.

"The posture is like a pine, and the blood is overflowing. Brother Xiangnan, who is this?"

"This is the second disciple in the Zhuang Tong! Academy, at a young age, he has reached the peak of his practice, and his strength is not bad. He is a square man and is even respected by his brothers. The family background is also very good, and there are thousands of family fortunes. ”

"It seems that he should still be a light on money. ”

The overseer smiled meaningfully when he heard this, and there was also a clear meaning in his words: "Let's see what his strength is! I look at the other one, although he only practices the marrow realm, but he has the thirteen swords of the white prince in one hand, and he is also about to get a glimpse of the door, and he has rich experience, and he seems to have been tempered in countless battles. It is not easy for him to win in the ordinary marrow cultivation realm. Looks like there's been a good fight—"

Zhuang Wudao smiled secretly beside him, although this overseer is a master of the world, but this time it was wrong. (See latest chapter)

He bet that Ma Yuan would definitely give up his weapon and admit defeat as soon as he came on the field. That guy is the most clever, and although his temperament is brave, he doesn't have the courage to do what he knows he can't do.

Since you know that you are not Zhuang Tong's opponent, why bother to work hard?

At this time, the overseer took out a roster and flipped through it: "This person is Zhao Ma Yuan? The previous Xiaobi was twenty-four, and it seems that he has made great progress in the most advanced martial arts." After nine years in the museum, it is estimated that within ten days, you can advance to the level of refining the essence, which is very good. Hmm-"

After turning a few pages, the overseer suddenly let out a surprise and looked at Zhuang Wudao: "For three consecutive years, this Zhuang Tong has been defeated by the hands of the chief disciple Zhuang Wudao? As the head of the academy, you can keep me from the prestige of the Dust Sect, the hall master, you have taught very well! Brother Xiangnan, these two have the same surname, but they are of the same clan?"

There was a slight compliment in his words, although he was from Wu Jing, but he knew a little bit about the situation in Yuecheng. Among the Yuecheng School Halls, the prestige of the Lichen School Hall is at the bottom, and it has never been able to open the situation. This is not the willingness of Wu Jing Daoguan, but the whip is beyond the reach of the whip.

In one hundred and three battles, Zhuang Wudao was able to win fifty-four battles, and there must be many strong enemies among them.

I already knew that Zhuang Wudao was about to enter Qi cultivation and had a great future, and at this time, Zhuang Wudao's eyes became more and more appreciative.

He is only thirty years old, and he has practiced qi six times, and he is already an ironclad disciple of the Inner Sect of Lichen. At this time in Soochow, it was to accumulate seniority.

He doesn't care much about money, but he cares more about Zhuang Wudao, who can bring him merit and support the face of the sect.

Li Xiangnan's expression was complicated, but there was also a bit of joy in his eyes at this time. If the overseer can say this, then he, the master of the school, will not be derelict in his duty and will have no merit.

"Senior Brother Wei has praised it falsely! Maintaining the prestige of my sect is within the duty of these disciples of ours. It's a pity that Xiang Nan is burdened with heavy scabies and lacks mental strength, so he can't revive the prestige of the Academy!

"If you can be blamed for this? I am short of manpower in Dongwu from the Chenzong Sect, and Brother Xiangnan will be reluctant to make it difficult for a while! In another month or two, there may be changes. ”

The two were talking, but Zhuang Wudao was slightly shocked in his heart. In a month or two, there has been a change? What does this mean? I wonder if it has something to do with Beitang Wan'er, forcing him to compete for the place of inner disciples?

Li Xiangnan's complexion obviously changed greatly, his hands and feet trembled slightly, and he almost couldn't hold the tea bowl. Zhuang Wudao's gaze had moved away at this time, and the game between Zhuang Tong and Ma Yuan had already begun.