"Eldest brother is the eldest brother." Ling He sighed, feeling as if the mountains were standing tall.
"Then what is Senior Brother Zhu's current level?" Jiang Wang asked again.
"I haven't seen him for a while." Zhang Linchuan sighed inexplicably, "The gate of heaven and earth should have been opened..."
"That's not much different from you, senior brother. You're still in the middle of the pack! First in the Chengdao Academy, I'm still optimistic about you, senior brother Zhang!" Huang Azhan said very persistently.
Everyone knows that Zhang Linchuan has been seeing the gate of heaven and earth for a long time, and he is just one step away from reaching the sixth-grade Tenglong realm. So it’s not impossible to say it’s not much different, it’s just...
Zhang Linchuan glanced at Huang Azhan very strangely and took two steps away.
Although Renzhu Weiwo has only entered the sixth level for the first time, he is hunting down the Heart-Eating Man-Demon all over the world! Could that be an ordinary first-time entry into the sixth level?
Zhao Rucheng and Jiang Wang looked at each other and moved away in tacit agreement.
"Hey, hey, what do you mean?" Huang Azhan shouted.
Zhao Rucheng sighed: "I finally understand why Du Huhu is getting more and more stupid."
Jiang Wang also looked up at the sky: "Maybe stupidity will be infected..."
At this time, Dong A had already read out the last quota for the first-year students: "According to the convention, in the first-year discussion, each Taoist school must have a quota, which is given to the latest batch of Taoist disciples, to show that there are talented people from generation to generation. …”
Under the stands, Fang Heling suddenly clenched his fists!
Among the Taoist disciples at the same time as him, only he and Jiang Wang were the first to open their pulses. Now that several months have passed, other students have completed the process of opening the pulse, but the only one who has completed laying the foundation stone is Fang Heling.
It’s quite a show-off!
If you want to represent the level of freshmen in Maplewood City Taoist Academy, who else would it be?
This is an honor! It was enough to wash away his father's previous doubts about buying a pulse-opening pill for him against all odds.
He, Fang Heling, must...
"Jiang Wang." Dong A said.
There was a commotion in the audience. As the first person from the outer sect to advance to the inner sect, and then he won the Tao Zheng death duel in public in public, Jiang Wang's name was no stranger to anyone in the entire city's Taoist courtyard. The fact that he lingered for a long time before laying the foundation stone was widely spread with the help of some people.
That the talent is exhausted and the successors are weak is the same thing that has been said over and over again.
And in the eyes of Dean Dong A, he actually represents the strongest level among freshmen?
"Dean!" Fang Heling stood up angrily and met Dong A's cold and solemn gaze. He felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head. He was extremely uneasy, but he soon stiffened his neck again: "I...I don't accept it!"
"Ha." Wei Quji smiled. He was happy to see Dong A being questioned, although he believed that Dong A's vision would never be wrong.
"It's very simple." Wei Quji said: "Come on stage and have a fight. Whoever wins will go."
Only when he said these words did he realize how stupid he was. No matter what, he could not and should not question Dong Ah on this occasion, questioning a big shot who could easily decide his future.
Fang Heling felt his heels trembling, but he still held on and looked at Dong A. He is already riding a tiger and cannot get off.
Fortunately, Dong A didn't seem to have any intention of embarrassing him, nor did he show off Wei Quji's face.
"Okay." He said.
Fang Heling breathed a sigh of relief. He straightened his back as much as possible and walked towards the high platform under the gaze of the crowd.
He must use his familiar Taoist skills to defeat his opponent with overwhelming force. He wanted to prove that he was not doing it for himself, but for the reputation of the entire Maplewood City Taoist Academy. How can we send a guy who failed to lay the foundation for a martial arts performance in three cities?
He felt the crowd's gaze, which contained a mixture of shock and envy, jealousy and solemnity.
Walking on the road where the crowd was getting out of the way, he suddenly thought, did his cousin Fang Pengju feel the same way when he was in glory?
Fang Pengju died before entering the inner sect, but he was already a dignified inner sect disciple!
Then he heard Jiang Wang's voice.
Jiang Wang was very calm throughout the entire incident, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Only after Dong Ah agreed to decide the quota through battle, he raised his eyes and asked lightly - "Can I hurt people?"
Can I hurt someone? The question is whether the rules allow it, not whether he can.
Fang Heling's lungs were about to explode!
Dong A had no expression on his face and just said: "Don't maim him, don't kill him."
That means other than that, everything is fine.
Standing on the high platform were Wei Quji and Dong A, as well as several Maplewood City officials and Taoist teachers behind them. At this time, Judu took a few steps back and stood on the edge of the high platform to make room for fighting.
Jiang Wang nodded, holding the scabbard with one hand, and walked calmly to the high platform.
And Fang Heling, who was already standing on the high platform, looked at him like nails.
"Don't worry, I won't cripple you if you are in the same class." Fang Heling said through gritted teeth.
People were looking forward to what kind of harsh words Jiang Wang would say in response, but Jiang Wang remained silent.
Two people stood facing each other on the high platform.
This scene reminded many people of the Dao Zheng death fight a few months ago. One of them was still Jiang Wang, and the other was named Fang.
Wei Quji was originally in great interest, but after noticing Fang Heling's excitement and eagerness, and looking at Jiang Wang's calmness from beginning to end, he suddenly lost interest.
One was obviously a young chick who had never fought in a life-or-death fight, and the other was a cultivator who had gone through countless battles. Even if there is a slight gap in cultivation, there is no suspense at all.
"Let's get started." He waved his hand boredly.
Clang~!
It’s the scream of a long sword being unsheathed!
Before the battle began, Fang Heling imagined many ways to fight and weighed which Taoist technique would be the most advantageous to start with. He is not stupid, he knows that his biggest advantage over Jiang Wang lies in Taoism. He can use Taoism, but Jiang Wang can't. This is the chance of victory.
However, the sword was too fast.
The Taoist technique that Fang Heling finally chose was the Flame Knife. Among the five basic Taoist techniques, this technique was the most violent and he mastered it most skillfully.
In order to maintain his leading position and to wash away the doubts in his clan, he has never slackened off and has been working hard.
Now, he can even finish the fight with just three breaths!
But, that sword is too fast.
Is it two breaths, or one breath? In short, his stranglehold had just begun, and the sword was already placed across his neck. The sharp edge of the sword was faintly stinging the skin and blood vessels on the neck.
it's over?
What kind of swordsmanship is this!
Jiang Wang turned the edge of his sword sideways and gently patted Fang Heling's cheek with the blade, bringing him back to consciousness from his daze.
"You lost." Jiang Wang said.
Fang Heling felt confused and at a loss. How could it be, how could it be? He didn't even have time to use a Taoist technique!
If, if, if some time passes, after he completes the Little Zhoutian Cycle and imprints the Flame Sword Dao Technique in Tongtian Palace, he can complete the instant release. I will never be unable to take action again!
if……
He raised his head suddenly and gritted his teeth and said: "You must have used Dao Yuan to stimulate the swordsmanship. You haven't even laid the foundation yet. You have one Dao Yuan less than one, but you are willing to delay the foundation laying time just for such a competition. You are really willing to do so. !”
Jiang Wang sheathed his sword, turned around and got off the high platform. Just like every time he encountered Fang Heling's provocation before, he was too lazy to respond and dismissed it.
An ant blocks the middle of the road and makes a provocation, but humans cannot hear its voice at all.
"You will never be able to lay the foundation in your lifetime!" Fang Heling shouted at his back.
"Get off! You are so embarrassing!" Dong A waved his sleeves, and Fang Heling really rolled off the high platform.
He stood up and looked around, seeing looks of sympathy or contempt.
He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly roared and staggered away from here.
