Heavenly God Mnemonic

"You want to die early, why not make you perfect!"

Zuo Heng stepped on his foot and flew onto the ring. The whole person was like an unsheathed sword, giving people a sense of depression before the eruption, as if it would be a flash flood and a tsunami, and the sky would burst.

Yang Qingxuan raised the sword and made a gesture, and the same awe-inspiring sword intent burst out, continuously compressing his body.

The invigilator's face changed drastically, and he slapped it in the middle with a palm, shattering the spiritual pressure between the two, and shouted: "The competition is a strong place, not presumptuous!"

At this moment, two more teachers jumped onto the ring, standing beside Zuo Heng and Yang Qingxuan respectively, looking ready to take action at any time, and shouted, "Be honest!"

When Yang Qingxuan waved his great sword, the Ghost Fighter disappeared in his hand, raised his mouth, and sneered, "Let you live a few more days."

Zuo Heng was furious and shouted: "I should have said this sentence, right!"

But Yang Qingxuan had already jumped up, turned into a stream of light and left, ignoring him at all.

"Boom!"

Zuo Heng was furious, stepped on his feet, and the floor tiles of the ring cracked instantly, turning into a ray of light, and chasing him murderously.

Everyone was dumbfounded, watching the two streamers disappear in front of them one after another.

"Can you catch up? You can't fight, right?"

"But Yang Qingxuan is indeed too arrogant, so provoking Zuo Heng like this, I can't stand it anyway."

"Don't catch up. Such a stimulating battle must be witnessed throughout."

Thousands of people are blasting the pot, and there are many discussions.

At this time, a few more figures rose in the air and chased them.

It was Bai Libing, Chen Ting, Wu Hao, Fu Zhuo...and so on, the strong people who had been waiting in the crowd and had not spoken out.

The three invigilators exchanged glances in shock, and hurriedly pursued them.

Many brave students also followed the three teachers for fear of missing a terrifying battle.

But soon, the news came, Yang Qingxuan was nowhere to be seen, and Zuo Heng did not catch up with him, so it was not successful.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time looked forward to the next qualifying match even more.

Yang Qingxuan's provocation against Zuo Heng soon spread in the academy and even the empire, and became a talker on the streets.

In the dean’s office, Qing Buli and several elders gathered together, holding a list of the top 50, Su Ze was also sitting there, and there was a special person, You Ye who had already graduated. With the strength of the original Martial Realm, he has the qualification to sit on an equal footing with the elders.

Yi Kun glanced at the list and said: "The top 50 is about the same as expected. There are not many differences. There are five freshmen who have entered. They are Yang Qingxuan, Chen Zhen, Meng Rui, Du Ruo, Duan Weiwei. Good luck is not excluded. , But most of the strengths are good."

Si Feiyu chuckled and said, "Fifty enters twenty-five, how many of these five freshmen are left?"

Yi Kun said: "I am afraid that only Yang Qingxuan is left. After all, the first twenty-five are not just as simple as luck, the competition is almost absolute strength."

Everyone nodded and agreed with this view.

Su Ze was worried, concerned about another matter, and said, "What do you think of the battle between Yang Qingxuan and Zuo Heng?"

You Ye laughed and said: "Does it depend on winning or losing? It is indeed half a catastrophe, I am very looking forward to it, but if I let me bet, I would like to try Yang Qingxuan." He grinned and licked his lips and tongue.

Mr. Jin also followed him like a shadow, not discerning his face.

Because the body is fused with gluttonous blood, there is a trace of wild beast on his body, which makes people shudder.

Su Ze solemnly said: "Winning or losing is one thing, and the impact after the war is another. No matter who wins or loses, it is troublesome. If one person is killed in the battle, the impact will be even greater."

Qing Budi said: "The king of Jin meant that no one can die anyway?"

Su Ze nodded and said: "This is inevitable, otherwise it will be difficult to end!"

Qing Buli ordered: "When Yi Kun, Wu Hao, Yang Qingxuan, and Zuo Heng fought, you were responsible for guardianship. Don't let one of you fall."

"Yes." The two replied in unison.

Qing Budi said: "In addition to the battle between Yang Qingxuan and Zuo Heng, I am more concerned about this year's top five, who can be qualified to represent our Tian Cong Academy in the five nations competition."

You Ye counted and said: "This session is indeed very interesting. Yin Yao and Lu Yifan each have one of the top five places. Yang Qingxuan and Zuo Heng can advance one, and there are two people left. The competition is fierce."

...

On the second day, the battle of the top fifty.

Fight in ten arenas, each with only two or three groups, so the rounds are also fast.

When Yang Qingxuan was on the field, he looked at the match table and was stunned. The opponent was Huamu's Wu Hong.

But as soon as he came on the court, he couldn't see Wu Hong's shadow at all. The invigilator shouted several times and could only pronounce Yang Qingxuan to win without fighting.

This time, Zuo Heng was not seen off the court, and even Huamu's people were not able to see it.

After Yang Qingxuan got off the game, he went to the other arena and took a turn, and found that among the students admitted to the inner courtyard with him, it was Du Ruo who had a narrow margin to advance, and the remaining few had all lost.

But Du Ruo was also seriously injured and could only stop at twenty-five.

Moreover, Du Ruo's identity is quite special. He is a disciple of the Cloud Palace in the Middle Earth, and is favored by various forces. Various healing medicines were queued up immediately.

Several other people also received serious injuries and were taken to the medical room.

Looking at Yang Qingxuan's worry, Chen Ting smiled and said, "Don't worry, these guys are all right, but they were stubborn and refused to admit defeat, so they were beaten disabled."

Yang Qingxuan nodded and said coldly: "The next competition, don't let me meet these people who shot."

Chen Ting smiled, and said, "I guess I won't be able to meet it. The next 25 will enter the 16th. It is not a martial arts decision."

"Ah? Stop fighting? How can it compare?"

Yang Qingxuan was surprised.

Chen Ting was full of black lines and said depressed: "You really don't know, don't you even look at the rules?"

Yang Qingxuan said in a daze, "I just knew it was going all the way."

Chen Tingdao: "Generally speaking, it is correct, but there will always be luck in the lottery and ranking. And twenty-five to sixteen will completely eliminate the lucky ones."

Yang Qingxuan curiously asked, "How is that comparison?"

Chen Ting said: "Invariably, there are various methods, but this year, Elder Wu Hao played the Nine Heavens Waves, and whoever can't support it will leave the scene."

"Jiuxiao Tianboqu!"

Yang Qingxuan's heart was shocked, and the tune that he heard in the library building that day seemed to have a subtle connection with the eight-tone string fingers, and he was eager for it.

After cultivating the Six Sun Palm to the extreme, he has been studying the other six fingers these days, and he has gained a lot of experience.