Chapter 187

It was evening when she left the moon inviting peak. Fengyu went straight to the peak of Zizhu peak. When she passed by the longzixuan courtyard, I didn't know why, the scene of eating in the morning suddenly appeared in her mind.

A heart couldn't help beating violently. Feng Yu clenched her fist and almost ran away to her yard.

The scene of lunch was so humiliating that she was afraid that she would not have the courage to see her master again in a short time.

She has a calm personality. How can she feel at a loss every time she sees her master?

Looking at Fengyu's back, Chixiao and ChiYan look at each other. Do you see a ghost? How can you run so fast?

When did a ghost appear in Zizhu peak?

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in a week, you can snap your fingers.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the competition.

Early in the morning, the vast square was filled with a crowd of people. On the high platform, in the middle sat President Xiao and vice president Xiao. On both sides were the elders of each hall.

Today's day, on the contrary, is long Zixuan, occupying the position of dean of the college, but did not appear.

Fengyu, who was dressed in hospital clothes, was among the disciples. On the left was nanshuyuan Yang Shaofeng, and on the right were Lei lie and ye Qian.

She looked around at the disciples in the square and couldn't help sighing. There are so many disciples in this college. There are tens of thousands of them. Fortunately, the square is big enough. Otherwise, there will not be so many people.

On the high platform, President Xiao stood up. He urged Lingli to open his mouth. His hoarse voice slowly flowed out, covered the whole square and spread to every disciple.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's been seven days since I signed up last time. Today, the semi annual student competition in our college will officially start. The rules are very clear in the previous registration notice, so I don't say much. Now, I want to ask you, do you have any questions?"

"Back to the Dean, No."

After Xiao Yuan Long's words, many disciples in the square screamed, with a sense of excitement. They were very excited.

"Well, since everyone has no problem, the competition will begin." President Xiao's voice came out again.

The disciples cheered again, "start, start..."

"Hoo, it's going to start at last," Nan Shuyuan turned to Fengyu and said with a smile in her ear, "xiaofengyu, I'll wait for you to bully those junior disciples. Ah, if you can get together with that fool Beiming Hao, it's perfect."

Among the cheering disciples, Nan Shuyuan's voice was the loudest. Feng Yu looked at him in disgust and didn't speak. He wanted her and Bei Ming Hao to get together. What's an's heart.

Ye Qian Junyi's face was smiling and said, "younger martial brother Nan, you can be quiet."

Nan Shu Yuan glared at him, but he succeeded in closing his mouth.

On the high platform, President Xiao turned to elder Li and said, "elder Li, this year's disciple competition will be conducted by you fairly."

"Yes, Dean."

Elder Li responded respectfully. Then he got up from his seat and went to the center of the high platform. He said to the tens of thousands of disciples under the platform, "everyone, thanks to the great love of the president, this year's competition will be hosted by me for you. This time, as before, the competition will be conducted by junior students on the first day, intermediate students on the second day, and senior students on the third day."

"All of our competitions are completed in three days. The top three of each level can get prizes after the competition on that day. Do you have any objection?"

"No..."

The disciples screamed again.

"Well," elder Li's voice continued, "let's cut down on the nonsense. Now, in view of the large number of junior disciples, the way of competition is different from that of intermediate and advanced disciples."

"Junior students are divided into three stages: preliminary stage, preliminary stage and final stage. Then, we will start the first stage, preliminary stage. Now, 200 junior students will come out automatically and come on stage together."

After elder Li's words, a group of disciples rushed to the stage, and soon the number was 200. Elder Li looked at them, nodded and said, "go to the Holy Spirit stone and record your name. After recording your name, immediately start fighting. Remember, only one of the 200 people can stay on the stage. Do you understand?"

The purpose of recording names is to prevent these disciples from mixing into the following ranks after their first failure. The Holy Spirit stone is a holy instrument. Once their information is recorded, they cannot mix into the following ranks.

"I see."

Two hundred disciples went to the Holy Spirit stone to make records. It was only three minutes.

"Well, now, the scuffle begins."

After elder Li's words came to an end, the disciples on the stage attacked one after another. There were only one of the 200 disciples left behind. Therefore, they had to do their best to get a chance.Feng Yu frowned and said, "there are at least tens of thousands of junior disciples. Can we finish the competition of two hundred and two hundred in one day?"

"Of course," Nan Shuyuan said preemptively, "I'm promoted from a junior disciple. Every six months, the number of junior disciples who participate in the competition is not more than 2000. Among the junior disciples, there are cultivation levels from the first level to the Ninth level. The first level and the second level have no hope of winning. How can they compare with the eighth and ninth level disciples beyond their capacity ？”

"That's right," leilie continued with nanshuyuan's words. "So, every time the disciples who participate in the class are the group of seven, eight and nine. Even the intermediate and senior disciples are the same. The disciples below seven are basically looking for abuse, so unless they have some special cards to challenge, they will not sign up. ”

"yes," said Ye Qian, "but there are very few disciples who can cross the level to challenge, so most of them just need to watch the battle quietly. If you look at the vast expanse of disciples in the square, most of them come to watch the battle, especially the junior disciples. Less than one tenth of them take part in the contest."

Yang Shaofeng nodded and said, "that's right. After all, among the junior disciples, most of their accomplishments are about level one and level two. Few of them can reach level six or seven. As for level eight or nine, that's even less."

"So it is," Feng Yu nodded clearly. She finally understood why the elder's eyes were so strange when she signed up.

Yun Fengyu is a symbol of waste wood. People who turn to the spiritual realm of five or six levels don't sign up, but just watch the war. But she ran to sign up. No wonder the Presbyterian Council looked at her so strangely.

I'm afraid the elder recognized her before she gave her name. As for how to recognize her, I don't know.

"Xiaofengyu, when are you going to play?" Nan Shu Yuan leans to Feng Yu's side and asks with a smile. He is looking forward to the scene that Xiao Feng Yu blinds the elders and disciples on the stage.

That scene must be very interesting.

Ah, who makes them think that xiaofengyu is a natural waste?

"Me? Finally. " Phoenix feather lazy should a sentence.

South special margin already can't wait to see North Ming Hao ugly facial expression, then ask a way, "why?"

Feng Yu glanced at him and said, "don't you know that the master always appears at the last moment?"

Nan Shu Yuan He's broken down. You're the peak of tongxuan realm mixed in the group of zhuanling realm. Is that funny?

The scuffle of two hundred people on the stage seems to be a huge scene, but in fact, the battle starts and ends very quickly. Feng Yu calculates the time and estimates that they will end in less than 20 minutes. Except for one disciple standing on the stage, the other disciples are either kicked under the stage or lying on the stage. It's really miserable.

Fengyu knows that the last one standing on the stage is not the one with the most powerful strength to last. On the contrary, his strength may be only average among these 200 people.

Scuffle is originally about luck, especially when everyone's strength is similar. Besides luck, it depends on the head.

If you know how to keep the strength, then when everyone is exhausted, he is breaking out, then it is absolutely very cheap.

Soon, the injured disciples on the stage were cleaned up by the disciples of the house of internal affairs, and some of them could walk by themselves.

Elder Li walked in the middle of the high platform and said in a loud voice, "now I announce that you Feng, the first winner of the preliminary competition for junior disciples, is the temple of the warrior. Next, the second one."

After his words fall, another 200 disciples rush up. Fengyu sees yunmenglan among them. Fengyu suddenly laughs unkindly. This kind of scuffle is all close combat. The mage and the shooter suffer the most. I really don't know what to do with yunmenglan.

Is it really the legendary masochism?

This group of disciples also made records in front of the Holy Spirit stone, and then began to scuffle one after another.

South special margin Mou Guang falls to cloud dream blue body, one hand is holding chin, ruffian gas of say, "small Feng feather, that is your home two young ladies, didn't expect these two young ladies to grow quite beautiful."

Fengyu is too lazy to pay attention to him. She ignores him directly. However, her eyes fall on yunmenglan. There is no way. Among these disciples, she only knows yunmenglan.

"However, this little beauty seems to be a shooter," Nan Shuyuan's voice continued. "In this kind of scuffle, unless she has certain strength, she will suffer a lot..."

Before he had finished, Fengyu saw that Yunmeng blue just pulled a bow and set up an arrow. Before he had time to play, he was kicked out by a female disciple without mercy.

Yunmenglan is the eighth level cultivation of zhuanlingjing, the female disciple is the Ninth level cultivation, and she is a swordsman. It's no wonder that yunmenglan is so easily lost.

She was kicked to the ground, and her bow fell to her side. She looked very embarrassed. Soon a male disciple was kicked out. When yunmenglan was just about to sit up, the male disciple just hit her and pushed her down.Yunmenglan seems to cry in pain. Fengyu sees that her beautiful facial features are distorted. Fengyu can't help laughing. Yunmenglan likes to join in the fun. It must be a good taste to make meat pads for people.