Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Compared to last year, the top 16 has not changed much."

"Nonsense, the one who made it to the top 16 last year, as long as the luck is not too bad, it should be okay this year."

"The biggest change is that You Ye left the field and Yang Qingxuan was shortlisted. Compared to the top sixteen, I care more about the Four Kings this year."

"Yes, this year's five-nation contest will be held once every five years. It will be of greater significance for the Four Kings to represent the Academy."

Tens of thousands of people around the square are all discussing.

Yang Qingxuan was still thinking about the mystery of the eight-tone string finger, standing in the center, his face looked very dull, and he kept reaching out his hand to gesture.

Zuo Heng looked coldly from time to time. Although those fingerprints were a bit clumsy, his eyesight naturally revealed extraordinary techniques, and each finger contained great power.

"This kid's talent is terrible. A year ago, he was just a scum of Lingwu. Only a year ago, he was able to compete with me for length. I must take this opportunity to kill him, otherwise there will be endless troubles!"

Zuo Heng's eyes became muddy, but deep in his eyes was a thick murderous intent.

He glanced around, didn't see Wu Qiyue, he couldn't help but frowned. Why was Wu Qiyue not in such an important test?

"What are you thinking?"

Yang Qingxuan was thinking about the eight-tone string fingers, and suddenly the fragrance pounced, and Ivy's delicate appearance appeared in front of him, immediately interrupting his thinking.

Yang Qingxuan answered honestly: "Eight-tone string finger."

Ivy's face changed slightly. He also learned to invite a finger. He naturally understood what the eight-tone string refers to. He glanced vigilantly at the left and right, and whispered: "Eight fingers are all you can do?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "It's still a long way from the'meeting', I have seen it with all eight fingers."

Ivy showed a charming smile, turning around, saying: "You teach me all right?"

Yang Qingxuan swallowed with difficulty. In front of such a big beauty, it was indeed difficult to control. He took two steps back and said firmly: "No."

The other fourteen people who got offended this time paid attention.

Ivy's cheeks flushed, and she hummed loudly, "If it's not good, it's not good, then you will have nowhere to chase me, it will never be possible!"

He pursed his mouth and turned around angrily, no longer paying attention to Yang Qingxuan.

The others felt baffled and didn't know what they had talked with, but they all looked at Yang Qingxuan with weird eyes.

Around the square, various discussions sounded, as if the pot had exploded, setting off a climax of heated discussions.

"It turns out that Yang Qingxuan likes Ivy, oh my god, what kind of triangle is this?"

"Who said it is a triangle, don't forget that it is Princess Su Ying."

"This... the four beauties of the academy are involved in the third, so in life, what do you want in this life?"

"Fortunately, the goddess in my dream is Yinyao, without any rumors, she is still as cold and proud as a fairy."

"Well, the four beauties, and only Yin Yao has not fallen."

Standing in the crowd, Jingjing said angrily: "What is that Ivy? How can Brother Qingxuan like her? Shameless!"

Her words immediately attracted the attention of the surroundings, and many of Ivy's admirers were even more angry, but they didn't care about seeing her as a little girl.

Wen Wen hurriedly pulled her, and said angrily: "Don't be talking nonsense here, you don't have enough trouble with our business, do you want to cause more trouble?!"

Jingjing pursed her mouth, her face full of dissatisfaction.

Su Ying and Su Ze were standing close together, guarded by guards, no one approached.

Su Ying was a little sad when she heard the discussion around her, and she thought to herself: "The so-called four beauties are the most useless to me. Whether it is sister Qiyue, sister Yinyao, or sister Ivy, the strength is better than that. I am a hundred times, and only they are worthy of Qingxuan, and how can I be tied with them."

In the middle of the square, Chen Ting came up and asked in a low voice, "Do you like Ivy?"

Yang Qingxuan almost didn't spit out a mouthful of blood, gave him a fierce look, and said nothing.

Chen Ting frowned and said, "Although Ivy's beauty is not under Wu Qiyue and Su Ying, you still know Changle. Behind Ivy there is a more difficult person than Zuo Heng."

He put his finger on his waist, secretly pointed to Lu Yifan next to him, and blinked at Yang Qingxuan.

Yang Qingxuan gave him a white look and said, "Go eat your melon."

Chen Ting chuckled and said, "I'm not doing this for your own good."

At this moment, a figure flew from a distance, stopped directly in the air, raised his eyes and looked down coldly.

The square immediately became solemnly quiet.

The man in the sky was Yi Kun, holding a metal box in his hand, glanced at the sixteen people, and said, "There are eight pairs of numbers in this box, so you can decide your opponents."

Yi Kun opened the iron box, and his true energy was shocked, and suddenly eight rays of light shot out from the inside and shot towards the horizon.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed, and within each ray of light was a small ball, the speed was extremely fast, and it flew hundreds of feet away in a flash.

But the sixteen people looked coldly, and didn't seem to want to grab them first.

Yi Kun sneered and said, "Those who have not obtained the number plate will be eliminated directly."

"what?"

The sixteen people were shocked. The moment Yi Kun's words fell, four or five people rushed to chase the balls.

The sixteen **** flew apart in a fan shape, and the spacing continued to expand.

The most recent ones were all caught up by the first hands, Yinyao, Lu Yifan, Chen Ting, and Ivy.

The remaining twelve people can only chase the further one.

The one-eyed martial arts spirit is very peculiar, condensing a water mirror-like light in front of him, then rushes in, and teleports a hundred feet.

Alternately playing several times, he caught up with a small ball, and grabbed it for those who were overjoyed.

Suddenly a figure, as fast as lightning, came to his side in a few steps, and said coldly: "This ball is mine."

One-eyed was horrified, he immediately heard Yang Qingxuan's voice, and said in shock: "I got it first."

Yang Qingxuan sneered at the corner of his mouth. Apart from anything else, the fighting spirits condensed in the palm of his palm, and he slashed over with a sword!

"A bit of awe-inspiring breath, a thousand miles of breeze!"

"you……!"

The one-eyed horrified, hurriedly changed his body skills in the air, and at the same time the martial spirit turned into a light mirror, the whole person rushed in and disappeared in place.

Yang Qingxuan missed a sword and did not chase the other small balls. Instead, his figure flickered like electricity in the air. After three steps, he teleported a hundred feet away, his eyes swept away, and the big sword slashed into the void.

A light mirror appeared in the place where the sword light had cut, and a one-eyed figure came out of it at once, full of joy of escaping.

"Hmph, my martial soul can be a hundred feet long, you are a new life, what can you do for me?"

One-eyed came out of the light mirror and ridiculed Yang Qingxuan. He saw a sword smashed down. Before he could react, the sword energy slashed on his chest and passed through.