The two light magicians immediately treated Wang Yuanqing. As soon as the light magic came out, the wound on his abdomen healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. But after a while, even the scars were visible, and he was able to stand up on his own.
When Yiran was sitting in the tenth seat, Wang Yuanqing had also walked back, but his face was still pale from the considerable exhaustion and bleeding injuries. Although he lost to Yi Ran in this battle, he didn't have any resentment in his heart. He looked at Yi Ran with a smile on his face, without any trace of discouragement after defeat.
Wang Yuanqing, who was postponed to the eleventh seat, sat next to Yiran. He no longer felt angry just now, and even felt a hint of admiration for Yiran in his heart, giving him a thumbs up.
If you lose in a head-to-head confrontation, and your performance is even better than usual, then a loss is a loss, and there is no regrets to say. The two people sitting together were strangers to each other. They were adjusting their breath, nourishing their Qi, recovering their energy, and discussing the gains and losses in the battle. They discussed their respective combat experiences, as well as their knowledge and feelings about the other party's moves.
While the two were talking, the battles on the martial arts stage continued, one after another, and it was dark in the blink of an eye. Some people continue to challenge successfully, but more often fail, and the last position is constantly determined.
In the end, the two fourth-year students only had ninety-six or ninety-eight seats, but even so, it showed that they have a future worth looking forward to.
The three young men I saw outside the martial arts arena yesterday were all around fifty seats.
Yao Zheng, who was the first to reach the Nine-Star Peak, ended up in the 49th seat. Although there was a young man who had reached the peak of Nine-Star Warrior and had strength comparable to that of a great warrior, he still failed to win and was ranked in the forty-sixth seat. So far, only forty-five seats were left to be determined. People's cultivation levels have all entered the ranks of great warriors.
The ranking competition on the third day will be held as usual.
It's late autumn, and the gray weather always makes people feel a little bit depressed. However, there is no cold rain falling, so that everyone on the viewing platform avoids the situation of being drowned. Therefore, even if the cold wind blows, the tens of thousands of spectator seats in the martial arts arena are still full of people.
The final ranking will most likely be decided today, and there are many powerful people in some corners of the audience stage. There are elders of the ten major families and direct relatives of the royal family. If the top group of children who enter martial arts in each class have no background, no matter which force they are from, they will have the idea of coining them and execute them.
Today's battle is already a stage for great samurai performances, and it is destined to be extremely exciting. Everyone will use their best skills and try their best, especially the sixth-grade children. This ranking competition is their best chance to win those rewards, and it is also their last chance.
The challenge begins. Forty-five seats competed against thirty-eight seats. He lost and his ranking remained unchanged. Forty-four seats competed with forty-one seats, the winner was the winner, and the ranking advanced to third place. The postponed forty-four seats challenged the forty seats and lost, with the ranking unchanged. Forty-three seats failed to challenge, and the ranking remains unchanged. Forty-two seats were lost to forty-one seats, and they were immediately disqualified from continuing the challenge. After being promoted to 41 seats from the initial 45 seats, it was his turn to challenge again. However, after he failed to challenge for the 38th seat, his ranking stopped at the 41st seat.
The battles were non-stop, with everyone choosing their opponents extremely carefully. In order to obtain a higher ranking, the span of seats they chose to challenge was also extremely small.
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)
After a hard fight for most of the day, it was finally the turn of Wang Yuanqing, ranked eleventh, to challenge. Wang Yuanqing, who attracted Li Badu's attention, ranked tenth in this year's Huiwu competition, one place behind last year. It was obvious that he did not try his best to make a splash in this crucial ranking competition.
He directly chose the strong man in the fifth seat. The two were both five-star warriors in cultivation. It could be said that they were on par. This competition relied on their respective fighting consciousness and martial arts. Without any probing, Wang Yuanqing directly unleashed his strongest Jinghong Spear. After replaying the battle with Yi Ran, he made up for his shortcomings. His marksmanship was even faster and his strength was more than a little stronger.
The battle lasted for two whole incense sticks. In the end, Wang Yuanqing defeated his opponent and occupied the fifth seat.
Once again, it was Yiran's turn to challenge.
It was Yiran's turn to choose his opponent, and the scene became lively again. Everyone's eyes were wide open, and they were extremely curious about the opponent Yiran would choose next. Wang Yuanqing defeated the fifth seat, so will he choose fourth, third, or directly challenge the first seat? Everyone's eyes followed Yiran and glanced at the four people at the front of the contestants' bench.
As soon as Yiran walked out of the contestants' box, his aura began to gradually gather. When he walked to the center of the martial arts stage, his true energy suddenly exploded, showing the cultivation of a six-star warrior. However, in the eyes of everyone, the true energy that burst out was extremely pure internal energy, and its extreme sharpness made Yi Ran feel like a god of war descending to earth, like a martial saint reborn.
Yiran looked at Song Hao, who was sitting in the chief seat, with fighting intent in everyone's curious eyes.
Song Hao was startled, and his body that was sitting crookedly on his seat straightened up immediately, and then he stood up and patted his butt, as if to brush off the dust on his clothes.
Song Hao comes from the Song family, one of the ten major families. There have been many powerful great magicians in the history of the Song family, but the Song family is based on martial arts. There are countless powerful martial artists in the clan, and the head of the family is also an eight-star martial artist. It's just that Song Hao has a somewhat undisciplined nature and never competes with his peers for resources within the family. However, his talent is extremely powerful. Even if he doesn't rely on the family, his peers in the family can only look up to him. When Song Hao, who showed talent in cultivation, received the attention of his family and devoted all their resources to training him, Song Hao made another breakthrough. In the fifth grade, he had the cultivation level of a four-star warrior. He became one of the top ten in the ranking competition in fifth grade and became famous throughout the academy.
When Yiran stopped raising his momentum, his cultivation level had reached that of a six-star warrior, which was consistent with the cultivation level shown by Song Hao in Huiwu. The voice rang like a bell, "I challenge for the first seat!"
The whole audience was shocked, and at the same time they understood that Yiran definitely had a secret method to hide his cultivation, making it difficult for people to see his specific cultivation. However, when they thought that an eight-year-old child had the cultivation of a six-star warrior, they were no longer horrified. It can be described. There are even some people who are a little confused. An average talent who has been practicing hard for many years is not as good as a monster who has been practicing for more than a year. What a sad thing!
Just when a strange atmosphere appeared on the viewing platform, Zhang Shaojie noticed the scene keenly and immediately answered the question.
"He is worthy of being a monster. He is about to challenge our number one genius Song Hao. Please watch the wonderful competition between this monster that is rare in hundreds of years and a genius that is rare in ten years." Zhang Shaojie is also here. Born as a commoner, practiced to this day and became a new mentor,
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)
He understands all the children's thoughts very well. When you see the astonishing gap between your own talents and others, you will be hit and lose your will to strive.
Just one word from Zhang Shaojie suppressed the sadness in the hearts of all the children. That was a genius that was rare to see in a century. Although it was a bit flattering, it calmed those children down. Why should an ordinary person like me compare with a monster that I see once in a hundred years?
Many powerful people at the scene couldn't help but nodded slightly when they saw Zhang Shaojie's on-the-spot reaction, and were extremely satisfied with his on-the-spot reaction. But in my heart, I was shocked by Yiran's talent, and even more so, I was wondering if the six-star warrior was Yiran's true limit?
When Zhang Shaojie's words fell, after a few breaths, the confused children finally understood and burst into enthusiastic cheers. Countless people clapped and shouted "Song Hao, Song Hao, Song Hao!"
Amid the roaring applause and shouts from the audience, Song Hao stood up and walked onto the martial arts stage, smiling casually and walking casually, not at all what a strong man should look like.
Standing twenty feet away from Yiran, Yiran carefully looked at this extremely talented young man. The young man has long hair shawl and no crown. He has grown a beard but has not taken care of it. He is obviously from one of the top ten families, but he is wearing a cheap plain gray robe. Because of the weird sitting posture just now, his clothes were askew, and he didn't show any intention of tidying them up.
Such a young man who is extremely unkempt and unkempt is actually the number one person in Huiwu this year!
The two stood facing each other, clasped their fists in salute, and then took out their weapons. Yiran had a long sword in his hand, and Song Hao took out a long spear. While taking out the spear, Song Hao's demeanor changed instantly. He was no longer as casual and casual as before, and his whole body was filled with fighting spirit.
The length of the gun is the same as that of an ordinary spear, but the shaft of this spear is made of metal, and the tip is three feet long. Song Hao was seen holding one foot below the tip of the gun with one hand, holding the middle of the handle with the other hand, and turning both hands at the same time.
A crisp sound of "click" resounded throughout the martial arts arena, and the one-foot-long spear suddenly split into two parts, becoming a three-foot long sword and a short spear that was more than seven feet long.
Before the battle started, Song Hao's move shocked all the sixth-grade boys into stunned silence. All the sixth-grade boys in the contestants' seats also frowned with bitter expressions on their faces. This was also the first time they saw that Song Hao's long sword could be decomposed into swords and short spears, which meant that Song Hao had never shown his true strength, but even so, no one could shake his number one position!
Song Hao inserted the short spear into the end of the sword and turned it again. The amplified sound appeared again, and the two weapons came together. Obviously, Song Hao's move was to show Yiran his weapons, so that Yiran would be mentally prepared, and to show Yiran that he would use his full strength without hesitation!
Holding the spear tightly in his right hand, the tip of the spear pierced the ground as soon as it touched the ground. Song Hao smiled and said, "Please fight!"
Yiran took out the long sword with a smile on his face and looked at the spear tip that was pierced into the ground. It was heavy and sharp. It was indeed a special weapon. It was definitely much stronger than the long sword in his hand. But facing Song Hao directly exposing his reserved methods, his psychology was a little strange. This person's character is really so undisciplined. He has no obsession with the number one position. He seems to want a fair and just battle.
The long sword was curled into a sword flower and then pointed to the ground. He put his left hand on his chest and said, "Please fight!"
(End of chapter)
7017k
