In recent days, Chu Xiu's name has been spread like wildfire, his deeds have been spread like crazy, and some of his past has also been dug up.
His realm is at the beginning.
In Chang'an City, everyone who has paid attention to Chu Xiu recently basically knows that although Chu Xiu's strength can surpass all the geniuses and can even compete with the strong men in the Tongyou Realm, his realm has always been at the initial level. , martial arts foundation building has not yet been carried out.
This surprises many people and even makes them unbelievable.
Now, when they heard Mr. Eight of the Academy say that the candidates should suppress their realm and fight in the first realm, many people naturally thought of Chu Xiu's realm.
Is this... really fair?
Many people directly thought of the literary test a few days ago.
Some of the gambling spectators who bet on Chu Xiu's victory showed excitement.
Chu Xiu stood on the martial arts stage, feeling the strange looks from the candidates around him, and for a moment, he felt a little embarrassed.
Forget about the literary test, this is the martial arts test where we have to compete on the same level, it's still the first level, this...it's too much to favor me, it makes me feel embarrassed.
"This gentleman, if we are fighting in the same realm, there is no need to be in the first realm." Chu Xiu looked at Mr. Eighth, "There is no need to take care of me specially."
Up and down the high platform, there was silence.
Mr. Eighth looked at Chu Xiu and said with a faint smile, "Do you think this is taking care of you?"
"As we all know, among the thirty-six candidates, I am the only one who is in the first realm." Chu Xiu said calmly, "A battle in the first realm is unfair to them all."
"Do you think you are invincible in the first level?" Mr. Eight asked.
Chen Changsheng snorted softly and raised his chin slightly, as if to say:
Invincible, have you asked me?
Chu Xiu glanced at Chen Changsheng and said, "I dare not claim to be invincible, but you should understand that this is very unfair to them."
Mr. Eight thought for a while and asked: "Then how do you think the comparison should be?"
"As Mr. Ba just said, when Dean Feng chooses a disciple, foundation is very important, and talent comes second." Chu Xiu muttered, "The initial level can represent the foundation; the real level of strength can reflect the talent.
Or just fight one situation at a time. "
"One realm and one battle?" Everyone was stunned.
"Let's talk about it in detail." Mr. Eighth said.
Chu Xiu said: "There is a battle in the initial realm, a battle in the martial arts foundation building realm, a battle in the Yunling realm, and if someone is in the Netherworld realm, they can also fight in the Tongyou realm.
Since it is a martial arts test, everyone should compare their true strength. "
"..."
Mr. Eight was silent for a moment.
Some old guys who knew the inside story also fell silent.
"This kid has never been beaten before." Someone sighed secretly.
"Boy, please stop talking." Not far away in the high pavilion, the old wine Taoist's face turned really green. He said to himself that in the first level battle, maybe you still have the slightest chance of winning. If you let go of the level and fight, others will One finger can crush you.
"How about this..." At this time, Chen Changsheng spoke.
"Please tell me." Mr. Eighth looked at Chen Changsheng and his tone was imperceptibly more respectful.
All the old guys held their breath and looked at Chen Changsheng quietly.
Chen Changsheng muttered: "If you are willing to fight in the first realm, then fight in the first realm; if you are not willing to fight in the first realm, then let each one rely on his own ability.
The two battles are not allowed to disturb each other, and the final two winners will decide the outcome.
As for the final duel, it is up to them to decide whether they want to fight in the first level or each should rely on their own abilities. "
"Okay." Mr. Eight nodded and glanced at Chu Xiu, "What do you think?"
"Okay." Chu Xiu nodded.
"What about you?" Mr. Eight looked at the other candidates.
All the candidates nodded and had no objections.
"Those who choose to fight in the first level will stay, while the others will go to the martial arts stage first." Mr. Eight ordered.
All the candidates looked at each other, hesitating for a while.
Many of them are very confident in their own strength.
But if you can only use the skills of the first level, you basically have no confidence to fight Chu Xiu.
"Since it is a martial arts test, I naturally want to defeat everyone in an honest and fair manner. In the first battle, I will bully you too much." Chu Xiu's mind was spinning, and he was the first to step off the martial arts stage.
Everyone was startled.
Chen Changsheng frowned, very dissatisfied.
This guy went straight down, so who else can I fight with?
When all the disciples from the back of the academy saw Chu Xiu getting off the martial arts stage, they were a little confused for a moment.
Does this kid still want Master to let go of the fight?
In the high pavilion not far away.
The wine connoisseur could no longer look at it.
"You brat, you're usually very smart. Why are you so stupid this time? You can't even seize the opportunity given to you!" The wine connoisseur was speechless.
"You have gained a good disciple." The old man surnamed Qin said with a smile, "He does not want to take advantage of others at this time."
The wine Taoist was startled and sighed: "I hope he can be like before."
"There are friends he values there." The old man surnamed Qin said with a smile, "If this is the first time we meet, I don't think he would mind standing on the martial arts stage."
"Friends?" The wine connoisseur thought thoughtfully.
On the gold and silver table.
Qianhuang sneered and said: "Sad charlatanism."
"There are so many people in the world, especially young men." Li Xianyuan said.
Su Yuheng, who was sitting next to him, glanced at Emperor Qian and said to himself that this dog emperor was not a good person and he needed to be careful.
Finally try the high platform.
As Chu Xiu walked off the martial arts stage, many candidates became more and more confused.
They suddenly discovered that after Chu Xiu stepped off the martial arts stage, the first battle became fair.
Even candidates who originally had little confidence in this martial arts test felt that if they were good enough, they would at least have a chance to compete for second place.
The second person to step down was Meng Xiaochuan.
"Hey, those guys who are in front of me on the Fuyao Ranking, you all come down too." Meng Xiaochuan sneered, "I'm going to defeat you openly later, so that old man Tianji over there who looks down on others can take a good look! "
Old Tianji, who was sitting with Meng Tiangang, smiled as if he didn't care.
Jing Yun, Wen Yi, Huitong, and Gu Chensha looked at each other and walked off the martial arts stage one after another.
Qiu Shaoqing, Sa Jingang, Bei Moting and others also walked down.
Xia Chuxue, Zhu Yourong, and the proprietress all looked at Chu Xiu during hesitation.
Chu Xiu shook his head slightly.
The three girls understood and all stayed on the martial arts stage.
Next, several more people walked off the martial arts stage one after another.
Mr. Er glanced at Wang Quan, who had been standing on the martial arts stage, smiled, and frowned imperceptibly.
He said nothing, respecting Wang Quan Yixiao's choice and vaguely understanding Wang Quan Yixiao's intention of staying in the martial arts arena.
"It's a pity that you met Master." Mr. Er said secretly.
Seeing that no one left the martial arts stage, Mr. Eight looked at the more than 20 candidates who stayed on the martial arts stage, and asked in a warm voice: "Is there anyone else who wants to go down?"
No one answered.
Chen Changsheng stood on the martial arts stage and glared at Chu Xiu fiercely.
Chu Xiu looked innocent.
"In that case, let's set up the formation." Mr. Eighth smiled, and all the disciples from the back mountain started to move together.
Strands of true energy poured into the martial arts stage, and a Bagua pattern composed of several strands of true energy gradually appeared above the martial arts stage.
"Eight Extremes Trap Spirit Formation." said the Kongtong Sect's Jinglong Taoist Master Fu Xu.
"This is the Eight Extremes Heavenly Trapped Spirit Formation." Mr. Shanshi from behind the academy turned around and said with a smile.
"Oh?" Taoist Master Jinglong was surprised.
Old Man Tianji smiled and said: "Mr. Ten is a master of formations who has never been born before. He is proficient in all kinds of Qimen Dunjia. This is probably a new formation he modified based on the Eight Extremes Trap Spirit Formation."
Mr. Eight said: "When this formation falls, the people in the formation can only exert their initial skills."
After the words fell, the Bagua pattern slowly fell.
All the candidates on the martial arts stage felt that when the Bagua pattern passed through the body, it was like there were a few more shackles in the body.
"It seems that you can really only use your initial strength." Zhu Yourong felt it silently and said softly.
"It's so magical." Mo Shaoyun, the proprietress who is proficient in the art of mechanism, exclaimed. There are many formations in the art of mechanism inherited by the Mo family.
However, no formation can imprison a person's realm.
"I suddenly regretted it." Meng Xiaochuan said with envy in the audience.
Chu Xiu said leisurely: "You should really regret it. If you stay up there, you might get second place."
Meng Xiaochuan squinted, "What do you mean?"
Wen Yi smiled and said: "Brother Chu means that you can't do it."
"It's really not good." Jing Yun also smiled.
"This time, I won't give in to anyone." Gu Chensha said with a smile.
"The young monk will also try his best." Huitong said leisurely.
These people are all full of energy, sharp-edged, flamboyant and confident.
Meng Xiaochuan's face turned dark, and he gritted his teeth and said, "A bunch of bastards."
On the martial arts stage, the formation has been completed.
A group of disciples from the back of the academy were sitting around the martial arts stage.
"It's time to start." Mr. Eighth smiled.
The candidates on the martial arts stage looked at each other, and no one moved for a while.
"It's up to me to end this battle." Wang Quan smiled and slowly drew his sword, his eyes as sharp as swords.
On the martial arts stage, many candidates became nervous.
Mr. Eighth reminded: "For the martial arts test, just go to the end of the test and don't hurt anyone's life."
Wang Quan smiled and said nothing.
His sword has been unsheathed.
His eyes were always fixed on Chen Changsheng.
The sword was pointed elsewhere.
The candidate named Huo Qingyun, before he could react, his chest was wide open.
A sword mark appeared diagonally.
"I actually lost like this?" Huo Qingyun's eyes were full of disbelief. He had been practicing a sword for ten years, but he was defeated before he even unsheathed it?
Uh-huh!
Uh-huh!
Uh-huh!
Wang Quan's sword kept swinging with a smile, and the sword light shone from time to time.
His sword is very fast; with every sword strike, one person will be defeated.
The melee that should have occurred did not occur, and it was completely reduced to Wang Quan Yixiao's personal performance.
On Zhuque Street, a burst of exclamation broke out from time to time among the dense crowd of people watching.
Many gamblers who bought the royal power and won with a smile showed excitement.
"We will definitely win to the end." Someone looked excited, secretly cheering for Wang Quan.
On the martial arts stage.
The overwhelming combat power displayed by Wang Quan Yixiao made many candidates who stayed on the martial arts stage regret it.
Even if they only had the combat power of the first level, the gap was bigger than they imagined.
"What a strong sword."
Under the martial arts stage, Wen Yi whispered, feeling a pressure.
Gu Chensha showed his sharp eyes, "Having been at the top of the Fuyao list for many years, how can I not have some real skills?"
"I also regret it a little." Jing Yun suddenly said.
Qiu Shaoqing on the side said coldly: "You don't have to regret it, I will defeat you with my own hands later."
Jing Yun smiled.
Chu Xiu glanced at Wang Quan and smiled, then his eyes fell on Chen Changsheng.
At this time, he didn't want to look at Chen Changsheng.
However, Chen Changsheng kept staring at him, which made him a little confused.
On the martial arts stage.
Wang Quan smiled and approached Chen Changsheng. He swung the long sword in his hand and slashed at Zhu Yourong.
Zhu Yourong's figure moved slightly to the right, instantly avoiding the slashing attack.
Wang Quan smiled and looked at Zhu Yourong.
"I'm not as good as you, so give up." Zhu Yourong said directly.
Wang Quan smiled and frowned.
Zhu Yourong said: "Your real opponent is not me."
Wang Quan smiled, his eyebrows softened slightly, and he glanced at Xia Chuxue and the landlady.
"I'll admit defeat too." The landlady smiled.
"I also admit defeat." Xia Chuxue followed, feeling relieved but also a little depressed.
This was really nothing like the martial arts test she had imagined.
In her imagination, she would choose an opponent to fight with, and the best choice would be the wife who often comes to the inn next to her.
However, after the martial arts test began, it was completely reduced to Wang Quan Yixiao's personal performance.
She needs no rival at all.
At this moment, Xia Chuxue vaguely understood a truth:
Wu Wu is second!
Only the first one is meaningful.
Wang Quan smiled and looked back at Chen Changsheng.
There was no one else between the two of them.
Chen Changsheng also looked away from Chu Xiu and glanced at Wang Quan with a smile.
"Have you ever been defeated in a martial art?" Chen Changsheng asked with a leisurely smile, holding a short yellow stick in his hand.
