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Chapter 78

After Qiao He's words fell, the square suddenly fell silent.

All the freshmen looked at me and I looked at you, all of them were silent.

Zhou Peijun's aerodynamic seven-level cultivation base is already considered a top-ranked strength faction among the freshmen, but under Qiao He's men, he can't even survive a face-to-face meeting.

The strength of Zhou Peijun seems to be different, or even inferior, and it is nothing but embarrassing to go up.

Until then, many freshmen realize that this mentoring battle is not as simple as they expected.

Although these old students in front of them are only a group of people with the lowest strength in Jiuyang Daoyuan, they are undoubtedly very difficult and powerful enemies for their freshmen!

Of course, Qiao He obviously hasn't broken through to the long-breathing state, and his strength is limited.

As long as the freshmen on the field challenge one by one, at most 30 people will exhaust Qiao He's physical strength. By then, defeating Qiao He will not be a problem at all.

But the question is, who wants to be one of those 30 people?

Human nature is selfish, and no one wants to sacrifice themselves to benefit others. In contrast, they want to be the lucky ones who finally defeat Qiao He and get the black iron.

In this case, most people naturally don't want to be the first bird.

The strange silence lasted for quite a while, and finally a deep shout sounded out, breaking the silence of the square.

"I come!"

Chongyan and Yue came out, striding towards the center of the venue.

As one of the five famous families, a direct descendant of the Chong family, Chong Yanhe is not as envious of a piece of black iron as other freshmen.

In contrast, he hoped to fight against the old students of the Taoist Academy, and try the strength gap between himself and the other party.

Qiao He obviously knew Chong Yanhe, seeing that he was on the stage, he finally looked a little more serious, and put away his leisurely look.

Even so, he still didn't intend to draw out the weapon on his waist.

"You don't need a weapon?" Chong Yanhe frowned, holding a long sword in his hand, "I don't need you to let me go!"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not letting you in."

Qiao He grinned grinningly.

"It's just that I don't think we need to use weapons to deal with you."

Chong Yanhe's face sank immediately, and annoyance flashed in his eyes, he stopped talking, and with a flash of his figure, he swung his sword and stabbed at Qiao He.

Compared with Zhou Peijun, Chong Yanhe was obviously superior in terms of cultivation and martial arts attainments.

And after a month of practice, his swordsmanship is obviously more exquisite than that of the big test.

The sharp sword light tore through the void, carrying a substantial crimson heat wave towards the Qiao River, which was about to submerge it.

Qiao He smiled, and instead of retreating, he went forward with a pair of fists.

The two sides fought fiercely in the blink of an eye!
It turns out that Qiao He didn't talk big.

Even without the use of weapons, Qiao He was no longer able to defeat his opponent with a devastating force like he did against Zhou Peijun.

But even so, he still firmly held the upper hand, and it didn't take long for him to suppress Chong Yanhe.

"Damn, these old students are really amazing!"

Yang Zhongyi was speechless for a while, and grinned like a toothache.

"It doesn't matter if you have a high cultivation base, but all of your martial arts attainments are frighteningly high. Qiao He is using the Vajra Samadhi, right? Judging by the strength of this fist, he must be at least proficient!"

Vajra Samadhi?
Lin Shen's eyes moved slightly.

He has also heard of this boxing technique.

It is said that it is a yang attribute martial skill, its moves are mysterious and incomparable, but also has a steady and fierce aura, and its fists are powerful and fierce, which is very impressive.

The key point is that this martial skill can be practiced from Qidong to Mingqiao, and its power is not bad, so it is very popular among many practitioners.

Vajra Samadhi boxing at the proficient level, even practitioners at the long-breathing level who have practiced the same martial skill can only reach this level.

It's no wonder that Qiao He dared to be so big, he didn't need weapons to fight Chongyan, he dared to rely on something!

As thoughts raced, the battle on the field had come to an end.

Even though he had the advantage in weapons, Chong Yanhe was still not Qiao He's opponent. After persisting for more than 50 rounds, Qiao He punched his long sword away and punched him on the shoulder with a backhand. He took a few steps back and almost staggered and fell to the ground.

Relieved, although Chong Yanhe's face was not very good-looking, he didn't say much, cupped his hands, and walked off the field without looking back.

Seeing this scene, the freshmen suddenly buzzed.

Even Chong Yanhe, who was ranked in the top five in the final exam, lost, how can he fight?
"Anyone else want to challenge?"

Qiao He looked around, looking down at the freshmen.

"Brothers and sisters won't admit defeat so quickly, will they?"

The freshmen looked at each other.

Many people turned their heads to look at Xue Feng, Zhao Xueying and Lin Shen.

Except for Chong Yanhe, these three are the most powerful among the freshmen.

Right now, they are the only ones who have any hope of dealing with Qiao He.

But what was disappointing was that Xue Feng just stood there lazily with his arms folded, without any intention of going on stage to challenge.

For some reason, Zhao Xueying looked dazed, as if she was thinking about something, and glanced at Lin Shen from time to time.

And Lin Shen, the head of the new students, also looked like an old god, as if he didn't realize how unfavorable the current situation was for the new students.

Seeing this, many freshmen couldn't help but feel very depressed.

The old students only dispatched one person, and they were suppressed to the point of being helpless. Is there really such a huge disparity in strength between them and the old students?
Seeing the performance of the freshmen, Qiao He couldn't help but smile secretly.

In fact, if the new students unite, they may even be able to defeat the old students.

But in the mentoring battles over the years, there has never been a new student defeating an old student. The reason is nothing more than selfishness.

In fact, thinking about it is also true, not to mention the deep gap between the ordinary students and the children of the aristocratic family among the new students, it is almost impossible to unite as one.

For example, the freshmen who belong to the camp of ordinary students, or the camp of the children of the aristocratic family are not monolithic, they also have their own thoughts, so it is not easy to unite as one?
Even without the temptation of betting, the freshmen might not be able to unite together.

So after so many years, let alone defeating old students, it is not bad for freshmen to beat two or three old students in the mentoring battle.

Most of the time, it was like now, just one old student beat all the freshmen downcast and silent.

After waiting for a while, seeing that no freshmen came forward, Qiao He curled his lips, turned his head to look at Meng Dong, and spread his hands.

Meng Dong was about to speak when suddenly a voice sounded.

"Didn't you hear that this year's freshman chief is very good, why didn't he challenge? Could it be that he was afraid to shrink back?"

Meng Dong looked back and saw that it was Peng Xinyuan who was speaking, and a meaningful light flashed in his eyes.

The old students who had been quiet all this time also showed strange expressions, looking at Lin Shen in the crowd with different eyes.

Even Xue Feng, Chong Yan and these freshmen had heard about Peng Xinyuan and Kuang Bao's plan to deal with Lin Shen, so naturally, these old students would not be ignorant.

And hearing Peng Xinyuan's words, the freshmen also looked at Lin Shen one after another.

Immediately, Lin Shen became the focus of everyone's attention on the square.

(End of this chapter)