, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "You go down and Yun Zhaomei comes up." Seeing the visitor, Lan Cang Xi was a little angry. Could it be that Lan Yun College looked down on him?
Gong Mingjun's little face tightened, and he didn't seem to hear the contempt in Lancang Xi's words at all: "This is the arena for a friendly match. Please resolve any personal grievances privately."
Lancang Xi's eyes changed. In terms of age, he is several years older than Gong Mingjun. In terms of strength level, he is one or three steps higher than Gong Mingjun. After this conversation, his original arrogance fell into the eyes of outsiders. Compared with the other party, he seemed petty and arrogant. He lost the generous demeanor of the royal family, and he had already lost in performance.
"Please." Lancang Xi knew that whatever he said now would only make things worse. It would be better for him to see the real deal and gain some impression points.
The principal of Lanyu Royal Academy also got the battle list at this time. When he took a look, he immediately discovered something fishy in it. He looked at Ming Songyan, the principal of Lanyun next to him, and mocked: "Just admit it if you can't beat him. Why waste time with such crooked thinking."
"Whether it's a waste of time or not, you'll find out after a comparison." Ming Songyan chuckled. For him, this was really an unexpected surprise.
Everyone knows that the magician's weakness is close combat, so Lancang Chi wanted to seize the opportunity at the beginning of the competition. He directly bullied Gong Mingjun to prevent Gong Mingjun from chanting magic spells.
Gong Mingjun instantly threw a few wind shields, and then began to swim away to avoid a head-on confrontation with Lancang Xi. He used several wind blades or wind slash and other attack magic in the gaps to make sneak attacks. But the overall feeling is that he has always been at a disadvantage, being beaten by Lancang Chi.
The cheers from the Lanyu Royal Academy stands grew louder and louder.
Many people on the front podium also nodded frequently at the performance of the Twelve Princes. However, experienced warriors will not make any comments at this time, because they know very well that the critical moment of victory or defeat has not yet come.
In the stands of Lanyun Demonic Martial Arts Academy, although they knew that this was a inevitable outcome, many students still cheered for Gong Mingjun silently, hoping that he could persist longer and be able to show the momentum of Lanyun, instead of like this Defeated cowardly.
Jing Haiyang admired Gong Mingjun's strategy: "That's it, take your time, look for opportunities, don't be anxious."
"Teacher, this is not an option. Once Slowly's magic power is exhausted, you will still be a loser." Huodu Sally retorted anxiously.
"What's so slow?" Jing Haiyang asked in confusion.
"Teacher, the slowness refers to Gong Mingjun. This person is obviously a wind magician, but he does everything in a slow and slow manner, which is not in line with his own magic attributes. So. We just call him slow." Nan Shasha explained from the side.
"It's good that he is like this. The most taboo thing when fighting is impatience. You must be calm. On the surface, it seems that Gong Mingjun is at a disadvantage, but in fact it is not. Lancang Chi's strength level is higher than Gong Mingjun's, and everyone has the inherent advantage. In concept, he should win. Some people even think that he should win easily. Therefore, the pressure is actually on Lancang Xi's side. The longer the time drags on, the greater the pressure will be on him and the more likely he is to make mistakes. . As long as Gong Mingjun seizes any opportunity, he is very likely to turn defeat into victory. So no one knows what the outcome will be until the last moment. So you must remember, don’t give up until the last moment." Jing Haiyang borrowed Machines teach students around them.
"Yes, teacher." The students naturally listened attentively.
As he spoke, the situation suddenly changed. A giant tornado suddenly rose from the center of the arena, completely surrounding Lancang Xi.
"Bound by the Wind! Are you stupid for being so slow?" Huodu Sally suddenly stood up. In her opinion, it was not good enough for Gong Mingjun to use this as his final gorgeous blow.
The people in the stands were speechless for a moment. No one thought that Gong Mingjun, who was beaten and suppressed, would be able to fight back.
"In terms of strength level, this wind restraint should not be able to trap Lancang Xi for long. It is very likely that this is Gong Mingjun's last full blow." This is the view of most people in the stands.
This is also Lancang Xi’s idea. In his opinion, Gong Mingjun was obviously at the end of his rope and was preparing for this final blow. Therefore, he very confidently used his most proud move, the Canglan posture among the eight movements. The Eight Canglan Postures are martial arts skills that were learned by the ancestors of the Lan family after sitting on a cliff and meditating on the sea for a whole year.
But unexpectedly, after Lancang Chi used the Flirting Style, the wind restraints not only did not collapse as everyone expected, but instead made people feel thicker and the wind speed became faster.
"What's going on?" Many people stood up, and those who were sitting straightened their backs and stretched their necks, wanting to find out.
Lancang Chi's expression changed. In order to create momentum, he didn't make any reservations about the flirting style just now. Unexpectedly, he did not break through the shackles of the wind. But he didn't think much about it and tried again. This time he used the second most powerful form among the eight postures, the Duicang posture.
"This is the second Canglan posture among the eight postures of Canglan. Fighting energy will be like a wave, attacking the opponent one by one, stacked layer by layer, with a total of nine beats. It is said that this is a move based on the waves hitting the rocks one after another. "Jing Haiyang explained to the students that this is a very rare learning opportunity.
"I wonder how many beats the slow wind restraint can last?" At this time, Yun Zhaomei had already felt that this wind restraint was not the ordinary one he knew, but what was so special about it, he didn't know yet. See through.
"I didn't expect that the usually silent Slowdown could actually have this skill!" The students watching the battle at Lanyun Magic Academy were excited.
At this time, Gong Mingjun had already retreated to the edge of the ring, folding his hands across his chest, and became an audience there.
One shot, two shots, and Lancang Chi couldn't take the shot anymore on the third shot. Because he finally discovered that the more powerful he attacked, the smaller the scope of the wind binding and the faster the speed! If he doesn't use Dou Qi, although the wind column is still spinning, both the range and speed remain the same. But without fighting spirit, how can he break through this magic?
"It's interesting." Lan Hao smiled and nodded.
"Energy conversion." Yun Dingcheng guessed, "If you look at it this way, the kid before was not running around casually."
"The Gong family's formation is indeed well-deserved." Lan Hao praised.
The Gong family is a well-known member of the Lanyu Empire's formation family. What their family studies is not the magic arrays engraved on alchemy items, but the attack or auxiliary magic arrays used in battle.
Lan Weian couldn't sit still. The annual friendly matches have been held so many times, but Lanyu Royal Academy has never lost like this. The opponent is only ranked third! Everyone thinks that Gong Mingjun was abandoned by Lan Yu, but in this situation, who would say such a thing, who would dare to say such a thing? Thinking about it, Lanyun had the advantage in the next two games. Could it be that this year, our school lost three games in a row? Just thinking about Lan Wei'an makes him restless.
Mingsongyan took a sip of Miaocheng, and felt so beautiful.
Lancang Xi, who couldn't think of a way at the moment, gritted his teeth and actually forced his way in.
Gong Mingjun didn't expect Lancang Xi to be a rogue. Naturally, it was impossible for him to really hurt the Twelfth Prince. Gong Mingjun quickly withdrew his magic.
The originally handsome and handsome twelfth prince's royal clothes had turned into rags hanging on his body, and his hair of varying lengths had turned into a bird's nest.
Who has ever seen the Twelve Princes in such a miserable state?
The whole place was quiet, but someone couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud. Immediately, this laughter made the whole place burst into laughter.
The eyes of the twelfth prince were about to spit fire.
Gong Mingjun calmly put his hands on the edge of the ring and jumped off the ring: "I admit defeat!"
As long as the opponent falls out of the ring or expressly admits defeat, the game cannot continue, otherwise it will be ruled as intentional injury. Therefore, even though Lancang Xi was vomiting to the point of vomiting blood, he could only watch Gong Mingjun stroll away.
In the stands, all the teachers and students of Lanyun Demonic Martial Arts Academy stood up to welcome their hero. In their opinion, this match was a weak one defeating a strong one by Gong Mingjun.
Finally, when Gong Mingjun walked into the stands, Jing Haiyang stretched out his arm to hook Gong Mingjun's neck, locked him into his armpit, and then reached out to ruffle Gong Mingjun's hair. : "Why are you so slow? No wonder they call you slow. Good job, you bastard."
"Gong Mingjun!"
When everyone turned around, they realized that the twelfth prince had just run over without adjusting his appearance. Many students were worried that the Twelve Prince would cause trouble for Gong Mingjun, so many students naturally stood beside Gong Mingjun to express their support.
Seeing the defensive actions of Lanyun students, Lancang Xi snorted disdainfully, "I'm here to tell you that you won this game. Don't worry, I won't even tolerate this small setback. Neither can afford to lose.”
"Oh..." The stands of Lanyun Demonic Martial Arts Academy immediately burst into cheers.
Yunding Cheng smiled at Lan Hao and said, "Xiao Twelve is pretty good."
Lan Hao nodded: "It didn't disgrace the royal family."
"There is one more thing I want to ask you. To break the shackles of your wind, all you need to do is break the formation at my feet, right?" This was what Lancang Xi thought of later. Since this formation absorbs his Dou Qi and converts the energy of Dou Qi into the energy of the wind magic element, as long as he destroys the formation under his feet, the transformation will naturally stop. When the time comes, he will use Dou Qi again. You can easily break the opponent's wind restraint. But before he got the exact answer, he felt uneasy and didn't know if his guess was accurate?
Gong Mingjun smiled and said nothing.
"It would be very beautiful if someone from the plant type performed this move." Gong Mingjun's Wind Binding move reminded Yun Tai of a certain cartoon she had watched in her previous life, Lord Byakuya's First Interpretation, and Thousand Sakura Views Yan, the flying cherry blossom petals are murderous, yet so beautiful.
Listening to the scene described by Yun Tai, Huodu Sally and Nan Shasha were immediately starry-eyed. Think about what a beautiful picture it would be to be in the rain of pink petals flying all over the sky! Just thinking about them makes me feel like I'm getting drunk.
Yun Zhaomei, who was about to go on stage, turned green when she heard: "You're drunk, you're scared to death! Excessive blood loss will kill you. Obviously you only bleed a little, but what you see is... As more and more white petals around you gradually turn into pink and bright red, will you be immersed in the flying petals instead of thinking that all the white petals are dyed red by your blood? This kind of psychological suggestion is enough to scare people to death. Isn’t it good to be dead!”
Huodu Sally was jumping around next to her, and Yun Zhaomei really ruined the atmosphere by describing such a beautiful scene so bloody.
Lancang Xi thought about it for a moment, if the wind restraint just now had the effect of petals... his heart contracted strongly. Lancang Xi felt that he should go back and change clothes now. The rags on his body were not keeping warm. Standing here for a long time, he felt chilled.
Gong Mingjun's eyes lit up when he heard Yun Zhaomei's analysis. He could give this a try. Going back to study how to change the formation, even if it is not a real petal, even if it is a projection effect, it should not be much worse.
"Wouldn't it be great if we could directly scare the enemy to death? To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself." Yun Tai retorted.
Sure enough, he knew it! Yun Zhaomei once again affirmed that everything Yun Tai said and did had profound meaning.
If Yun Tai knew what Yun Zhaomei was thinking now, she would have helplessly chuckled and said, "Brother, you really have to think too much."
