Moon Emperor

Chapter 41 Simple and rough play
The disciple on the left took advantage of the victory to pursue him, and he didn't care about the wooden sword that flew to the border and hit the invisible barrier and fell to the ground with a snap.

Instead, he stood on the spot and continued chanting the mantra, and soon, a big water ball slammed straight forward, smashing the disciple on the right who had just got up and fell to the ground again.

Not only was he drenched in water this time, but the disciple was poured into his mouth and nose with water, choking and coughing all of a sudden.

Seeing that the other party was about to attack, the disciple on the right raised his hand in fright and shouted: "Admit defeat! Admit, ahem, admit defeat, stop fighting."

"Venue A, Yu Xiaowen of the Tianfu branch wins~!" The deacon reported blankly, and picked up the notebook in his left hand to write it down.

Although he was victorious, Yu Xiaowen was still gasping for breath at this moment, most of his mana was gone at once, and there was still sweat oozing from his forehead, but his face could not conceal his excitement.

Su Yan nodded slightly, it's really good that this little guy can still hit like this in the second hand.

Then Su Yan looked at other venues, and found a very interesting phenomenon: this group of beginners would basically not choose to fight in close quarters, and most of them would stand on the spot and cast spells, like a turn-based system.

Moreover, they performed Taoism in a rigid manner, without any flexibility; Su Yan even saw a disciple who was nervous and recited the wrong mantra, and then hurriedly recited it from the beginning.

Like this, it is natural to lose so much that you can't lose again, and fortunately it is a low-level Taoism, otherwise you will hurt yourself if you mess up like this.

From this point of view, it is no wonder that the Xiuxian sect generally does not let disciples go down the mountain before the third stage.

Not to mention those martial arts masters, even middle-aged men with no martial arts, if they make a sudden attack at close range, these eleven or twelve-year-old, or even eight or nine-year-old dolls, ninety-nine out of ten will become someone else's appetizer.

Of course, seeing now, Su Yan was not completely confident and despised everyone, because there were still disciples in the late stage of the first stage in this examination room.

These disciples are generally older, or they are fourteen or fifteen years old like Su Yan, or they are simply the few seventeen or eighteen year olds.

Since the realm has approached the second realm, and the age of cultivation has been at least three to five years, these disciples are much smarter, they can move around, and they won't just stand there.

Moreover, the wooden swords in their hands are no longer completely displayed, or thrown out and ignored; some basic swordsmanship, in their hands, is still very deceptive, and often makes those young disciples turn pale and voluntarily admit defeat.

What Su Yan focuses on later is the competition between these people, and no longer pays attention to the rookies' pecking each other.
About half an hour later, Su Yan finally heard someone pronounce his name.

"Ding No. [-] venue, Tianliang has a lineage of Yunji, and Tianliang has a lineage of Su Yan, let's enter!"

Su Yan? ?Upon hearing this name, the surrounding disciples who were still watching or preparing for the battle all turned to look at No. D field, and most of the invigilators and deacons also looked over.

Su Yan had expected it a long time ago, but calmly took the wooden sword and walked straight to the field.

Yes, he didn't deliberately report in advance to ask for a wooden knife, and this was also considered.

Anyway, for rookies at Su Yan’s level, holding a knife is similar to holding a sword. If you hold a sword in a proper manner, you can confuse others. If you hold a knife that is different, others will be vigilant when you come up with it. .

The opponent was a boy in his early teens, wearing Taoist robes, and looked a little nervous. It was his first time to take the quiz, and he was even more nervous when he faced a "big celebrity" as soon as he came up.

The disciples around seemed a little confused, "It's really that Su Yan? But isn't he a guest at Qingcheng Palace? Why do you still have to take the quiz?"

"It seems to be him. His age and appearance match what I've heard, and you can see that his demeanor is different, very calm."

"It's him. I know the inner sect brother who lives in the main peak of Tiantong. He told me about it. From my point of view, there is no difference between this Su Yan and Gu Zhenren's personal disciple."

Su Yan didn't pay attention to the outside discussion. After entering the arena, there was silence around his ears. Even looking around, the bustling crowd just now disappeared, and only the middle-aged deacon next to him could be seen.

Then the opponent Yunji also entered the arena. The two first held their swords and saluted each other, and then heard the deacon shout: "Start."

As soon as the words fell, Yunji immediately withdrew about ten steps back, muttering something as he withdrew, "There is true water condensing the profound waves, and flowing against the waves to ascend to the Tianhe River."

Just halfway through the recitation, he was horrified to see Su Yan with a deadpan expression on his face, but charged towards him with a sword in his hand, without any intention of chanting the mantra.

Seeing that the other party got stuck in the middle of reading, Su Yan helped him finish the second half of the sentence by the way: "Yin rises and yang descends, water and fire harmonize, forming clouds and high clouds."

Following the ups and downs and rhythmic chanting, Su Yan didn't use half of his mana, and cut his head and face with a sword!
Yun Ji hurriedly raised his sword to block it, but when the two swords touched, his hands felt numb and hurt, and the long sword flew out of his hand.

Immediately, Su Yan stepped on his foot, turned the tip of the sword upside down, leaned forward, and pressed the hilt on Yunji's abdomen, and the opponent let out a cry of pain, and flew out of the field.

"Number D, the sky is the same as Su Yansheng~!" The middle-aged deacon made a record in the book without any surprise.

As long as you know that a while ago, Su Yan once beat up a group of disciples who were picking on him, so he naturally expected this result. Heard that the other party came from a family of martial arts, and it is normal for him to have a little foundation since he was a child.

"Ah, so fast?"

"It's over before I see it clearly. How long is it all?"

As soon as Su Yan stepped out of the arena, he heard everyone's amazement.

He was still calm, but instead of leaving directly, he went to the opposite side and helped Yun Ji, who was pale with pain and dripping with cold sweat, up.

Although Su Yan kept his hand back just now, the force of the direct hit to the abdomen was not small, and the pain was still to be suffered.

Yun Ji smiled wryly, but still nodded to Su Yan.

When other people saw this scene, they had a good first impression of Su Yan, he didn't seem like a crazy person.

Su Yan himself is very self-aware. After all, he is not a disciple of Qingcheng after all. If he is too arrogant, it will easily arouse the hatred of all disciples, and it will not be good for his cultivation career in the next ten years.

What happened next was very simple, Su Yan went up to the sword and slashed in a few rounds.

Few disciples could adapt to his simple and rough fighting style. Even those who had talismans on them were often beaten to the ground by Su Yan before they were aroused.

As for the elixir, there is no time to take healing elixir; and the ones that temporarily increase the combat effectiveness are not refined by disciples like them who have just established their foundations.

(End of this chapter)