"Adult, do you need a villain to make a move?" Not long after the purple-robed young man went out, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind the big man.

"No need, it's going to be the entrance exam of Qingteng Academy soon, there's no need to make extraneous branches" The big man smiled at the corner of his mouth, and picked up the wine glass again: "Besides, what kind of person my second brother is, I know best, everything will wait for the exam!"

"Yes, my lord!" the shadow suddenly disappeared again.

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On the second day, thousands of people in Kunyu City were empty, and I don't know how many people rushed to the gate of Qingteng Academy in the north of the city.

Early in the morning, as soon as the sky was bright, Fang Yuan hurriedly finished breakfast, and then rushed to the north of the city with a wooden box containing a big gun.

Along the way, not to mention all kinds of vendors, it was only said that there were countless teenagers like Fang Yuan wearing martial robes.

Even the scholars who were not taking today's exam mostly went in groups with lupine scarves, so that the already bustling and crowded giant city has now become even more lively.

In the crowd of people who were boiling and flowing, Fang Yuan was carrying a long box on his back and moving forward with difficulty, rubbing shoulders and sweating like rain.

Finally, after a lot of hard work, Fang Yuan came to the gate of Qingteng Academy in the north of the city, and saw ten huge square rings coming into view, each of which was separated by 100 meters.

The ring is boxy and surrounded by reins, much like a mixed martial arts ring on Earth, only much larger than that.

In the blink of an eye, the ten huge rings were crowded with people, and the main entrance of the academy was divided into five long lines, and everyone honestly lined up to receive their battle number plates.

At the end of the long line, five college deacons wearing cyan robes and righteous crowns were arranging the order of the competition.

Seeing this, Fang Yuan hurriedly stepped forward to line up to receive the number.

Half an hour later, Fang Yuan looked at the round wooden number plate in his hand, which read "Group A-No. 103" in the words of this world.

Raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, Fang Yuan raised his eyes and looked around, and suddenly found that a figure appeared in the center of each ring.

At this time, the closest to him is the ring where he will compete, the No. A ring.

Fang Yuan watched intently, only to see that the figure in the center of the ring was an old man in a white robe.

I saw him holding a golden gong, and when he struck it gently, the sound of the gong instantly spread throughout the audience.

"Stop receiving the number below, if you haven't received the battle number plate, please come back tomorrow!" The old man shouted contemplatingly: "An hour later, the exam will officially begin, except for the reference personnel, the rest of the people will wait for two hundred meters back!"

At this time, in the rest of the ring, there were also gongs one after another, and then the old man continued to explain the rules of the competition.

"This fight is divided into two types: individual battle and group war" The old man put down the golden gong in his hand and clasped his fists with both hands: "The first thing to do today is a multi-person melee, and the old man is the coach of the Martial Arts Academy Wu Kui, and this time he will serve as the examiner of this ring, I hope everyone will not foul, and the offender will be severely punished!"

After speaking, the old man shouted again: "Don't talk nonsense, now please read out the rules of the competition and the list of battles!"

Then, a man in Tsing Yi stood on the side of the stage and read out the rules of the game aloud, most of which were not allowed to use hidden weapons, intentional killing, etc., and then read out the first list of opponents.

Ring A is divided into ten groups here, each group of ten people, the first is to compete for the right to qualify, and Fang Yuan is drawn into the third group.

In the ring, the old man flew out of the ring, then looked at the assistant referee next to him, and said: "Let's start, let all ten people in the first group go on stage!"

"Yes!" the corner assistant referee took the order, and then shouted loudly: "The first group of the first ring is all on stage!"

............

Inside the Qingteng Academy, on the third floor of the Martial Arts Academy, two figures stand by the window.

On the left is an old man, with a thin figure, wearing a blue robe, his head tied into a bun, and a wooden hairpin stuck diagonally like a sword.

The other was about thirty years old, wearing a white feather robe and handsome features.

"Brother Cang'er Dao, when will the spirit sword that was refined in the Qitang be completed?"

"Don't worry, don't worry" The blue-robed old man smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Senior Brother Chiyuzi, it's not too late to talk about this matter after the disciples are recruited!"

The feather-robed monk's face was unswerving: "I hope that Brother Dao won't drag it out any longer in the future!"

............

Fifty years ago, the peak lord of the Imperial Sword Peak, "Fuyao Zhenren", and all the elite disciples of the Origin Lineage were almost wiped out when they resisted the Demon Tide in the center of the earth.

After that, Fuyao Zhenren, who was seriously injured, escorted the eldest disciple Chi Yuzi through the demon tide alone, and after returning to the Sword Sect with difficulty, he was seriously injured and died.

Only Chi Yuzi of the Jindan Realm took over as the peak master and led the rest of the disciples to recuperate.

Since then, the lineage of the Imperial Sword Peak has completely lost its right to speak in the Haoran Sword Sect, and there are very few disciples who enter the sect.

This time, Chi Yuzi took the initiative to receive the task and came to Dashun Country to select a disciple for the Sword Sect, just to include a few talented disciples for his Imperial Sword Peak.

............

The group battle in the ring was fierce, and the surrounding people who were not full of people watching, shouting and cheering.

"Okay! That black-faced one belongs to the Blue Dragon Gang, right? Martial arts are so handsome, I don't think there is any opponent for him in this ring!"

"Who said that? I'm optimistic about that kid in black, you see how hard he shot, and he just broke one of his opponent's legs!"

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and then someone next to him retorted.

"You're all wrong, I think that white-faced kid who makes punches has a good chance of winning, you see how thief he is!"

A stout, thick-clothed young man disagrees with others and can't help but join the discussion.

Fang Yuan couldn't help but raise his head and glance at the young man when he heard this, only to see that he was extremely burly and had dark skin.

After a closer look, I found that its appearance resembled the "crayon Xiaoxin" in the comics, giving people an inexplicable sense of joy.

However, Fang Yuan found that his vision was very accurate, because at the moment when he had just finished speaking, the situation in the ring suddenly changed abruptly.

I saw that the youth of the Green Dragon Gang injured the sneak attacker around him with an "oolong probe claw" in the scuffle, and then another "oolong splash" hit the young man in black.

At this time, there were two people left on the stage, one was the Qinglong Gang, and the other was the white-faced boy who was just talking about the strong boy.

In the melee just now, the white-faced boy relied on his light achievements and avoided fighting.

Only those who can't avoid it will shoot, and each shot is just a simple straight punch, which can easily interrupt the opponent's rhythm.

So, until the final stage of the group battle, the rest of the people either fell to the ground seriously injured or had already jumped out of the ring to admit defeat.

Now, only this young man and the Blue Dragon Gang are still standing in the ring.

"Boy, you better admit defeat, see? You're not my opponent!" the Qinglong Gang deceived the young man while adjusting his breath.

"Hehe, I don't believe it!" The white-faced boy on the stage touched his nose and laughed.