"The second draw competition, Zhixingyuan - He Ansheng!"
Delirium Taiming stood up and loudly announced the result of the game in a long voice.
The students from Zhixing Academy who were watching from the audience cheered with joy, causing the students from Longmen Academy to stare angrily, and some even waved their fists arrogantly.
Not to be outdone, the students of Zhixingyuan started shouting and making noises. The two sides were gearing up, and the situation was immediately tense.
The rain in the sky gradually became lighter, and only sporadic raindrops fell.
In the crowd of Zhixingyuan, a cross-eyed guy suddenly appeared. He was riding on the shoulders of a tall university student, standing out from the crowd.
This guy first put his fingers in his mouth, blew a loud whistle, and then gave everyone in Longmen Academy a middle finger.
Longmen Academy suddenly exploded, and several students rolled up their sleeves and started to take action.
Seeing this scene, the fighting cock became even more excited. He shook his body and used the student under him as a mount. He took the long stick handed over by a student, raised it high like a general commanding the three armies, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Brothers , come on, fuck like He An!"
Seeing that the scene was getting more and more chaotic, the people nearby also became excited. They rolled up their sleeves, held onto their umbrellas, and some even picked up poles, but they didn't know which side to help at the moment...
"Stop it!"
A majestic and angry voice sounded like a thunderbolt from the blue, shocking the crowd who were ready to move.
Pang Longcheng, commander of the Five Cities Military and Horse Division, stood up. He was wearing a phoenix-winged helmet and a bright unicorn armor. He held a knife handle in his hand and looked at the crowd with a murderous look: "Isn't it child's play to perform martial arts in a dignified manner? You and other students. , gathered a crowd to fight, are you trying to rebel?"
As he finished speaking, groups of Yulin Guard soldiers behind him stepped forward, with neat steps and spears in their hands, surrounding the students under the ring.
Everyone had never seen such momentum before, so they all stopped and sat back down.
The cross-eyed Zhuge Guagua threw away the long stick in his hand and slid down from Xu Zhen's shoulder. When he saw a student from Longmen Academy still staring at him hatefully, he raised his breasts and said loudly: "What are you looking at? Why don't you go back and sit down? If you piss off the soldiers, I'll slap you with big ears!"
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After such a fuss, which delayed the progress of the competition, Taiming looked at Li Feixing who was being carried off the ring and was covered in blood, and turned his eyes to Yingtianmen with some worry.
"Haha, senior brother, this guy ended the battle so cleanly, he really didn't disappoint me!"
Cheng Ziya laughed heartily. Seeing that the rain was getting lighter, he put away his umbrella, shook off the water stains on it, and handed it to the attendant beside him.
Wei Zhilin looked at the dark crowd below the ring, a faint worry appearing in his brows. He glanced at the seat not far away, only to find that Ming Huang Luo Umbrella was not there, and Emperor Chen had left.
"Your Majesty has decreed that the competition will continue. As soon as there is a result, we will report it immediately!"
A small yellow door shouted in a long voice.
Since His Majesty the Emperor was not here, everyone relaxed completely. Some civil servants took the opportunity to sneak away. They really couldn't bear this bloody scene of fighting and killing. The military attachés shouted and yelled. Some people walked down Yingtianmen and simply ran to Watch from near the ring.
Wei Zhilin and Cheng Ziya followed the others and walked down the steps slowly. At a glance, they saw Cui Taichu with a gloomy face. Xin Wuming was beside him, looking over with an unkind expression.
"The old ghost in red, are you not convinced? Are you going to show me a few moves?"
Zhixingyuan had just won a match, and Cheng Ziya was in a good mood. Seeing Xin Wuming's unhappy face, he couldn't help but speak out.
Xin Wuming knew that he was no match for Wei Zhilin, but he was not afraid of Cheng Ziya. His eyes flashed coldly, he walked over to him, stretched out his palm, and said with a smile on his face: "You must be the head of the Zhixing Academy, Cheng Yuan? It’s a pleasure to meet you today, you and I are so close!”
After Xin Wuming finished speaking, he held Cheng Ziya's palm. He was determined to make the other party suffer a little. The "Xuanyin Ji Dao" in his body activated, and the cold energy in his palm surged, and the true energy came out like a steel needle.
But the next moment, Xin Wuming's expression changed drastically, and the opponent's palms were like red-hot irons.
A sharp stabbing pain came from Xin Wuming's heart, and Xin Wuming tried his best to shake his palms, but he was firmly held by the opponent's vise-like palms. He couldn't break free at all. For a moment, big drops of sweat emerged from his forehead.
"You're an old ghost in red, your kung fu is not very good, no wonder you only bully juniors!"
A trace of purple energy flashed across Cheng Ziya's face and he snorted coldly.
Cheng Ziya was a full head taller than Xin Wuming, and Xin Wuming's ears felt like thunder exploding. He saw stars shaking his body and almost fainted.
When they came back to their senses, Cheng Ziya and Wei Zhilin had already left.
"I...I...I'm going to kill him!"
Xin Wuming rubbed his red and swollen palms, looked at Cheng Ziya's back, his body was trembling, and he said with hatred through gritted teeth.
"You have no life, so don't be reckless! When we win today's competition, we can overthrow the Chixingyuan... We will make them look good in the future!"
Cui Taichu spoke out to dissuade him, looked at the two people walking away, and sighed: "The head of Zhixing Academy, the direct disciple of Li Xingzhi, is indeed extraordinary!"
The rain stopped, and there was a hint of brightness in the originally overcast sky.
There were two battles on the ring, leaving some traces of fighting. Several sergeants had cleaned up the blood stains, and even the pits and water-logged areas had been filled with sand and soil to make them very smooth.
Deli Taiming finally waited for the message from Yingtianmen and felt relieved. He put his official hat on his head and stood up. He looked at the people waiting quietly, stroked his beard with satisfaction and cleared his throat.
"In the final competition between Longmen Academy and Zhixing Academy, each side will select a disciple to compete! ...According to the rules, disciples who have already participated in the competition, regardless of victory or defeat, are not allowed to compete again!"
As soon as Deli Taiming finished speaking, the crowd of onlookers buzzed loudly, and the students from Zhixing Academy and Longmen Academy began to discuss in low voices.
"Within half a stick of incense, both sides will select the participating disciples and start immediately!"
Delirium Taiming's voice sounded again, drowning out the buzzing noise.
Amid cheers and cheers, Cui Zhixia slowly walked onto the ring.
His long black hair was vertical and shiny, with two white hair ribbons fluttering gently. His slanting eyebrows were tall and sharp, his long and narrow eyes concealed sharp black eyes, and his lips were thin and pursed, making him look cold, arrogant and aloof.
Cui Zhixia holds a sword in her hand, her steps are steady and firm, and her slender but not rough figure is like an eagle in the dark night, standing alone and exuding a powerful aura.
"Cui Zhixia of Longmen Academy, dare to ask the master from Zhixing Academy to come to the stage to teach me!"
Cui Zhixia's voice sounded coldly, and his eyes slowly swept across the audience. When he saw Gu Qingzhou in the crowd, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
The people in Zhixingyuan below the stage were in a mess and seemed to be discussing something.
Cui Zhixia was a little impatient and shouted again.
"There are three people left on the other side. If that idiot prince comes up later, I will make his life worse than death!"
When Cui Zhixia thought of this, a trace of evil appeared on his face.
After waiting for a moment, Cui Zhixia frowned and sneered loudly: "Is there no one in Zhixingyuan? Who dares to come on stage to challenge?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a fat man staggered onto the ring.
The fat man looked very clumsy. He tripped on the steps and almost fell.
He rubbed his sleepy eyes, turned to look behind him, and said, "Who the hell pushed me up here?"
The students of Longmen Academy burst into laughter in the audience.
Cui Zhixia was shouting on the ring just now, and Gu Qingzhou and Feng Chun rushed to the stage to teach this guy who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth a lesson.
Just when the two were arguing, Feng Shaotang suddenly heard the voice of the head of the hospital, but it was Wei Zhilin who secretly transmitted the message to him.
There is only one sentence - "Let Fan Dazhi go!"
Feng Shaotang always carried out the orders of the head of the court resolutely. He first interrupted the dispute between Gu Qingzhou and Feng Chun and searched around the crowd with his eyes.
It wasn't until his eyes were sore that he realized that this guy was sleeping soundly next to him. Feng Shaotang couldn't help but get furious and ordered several students to carry this guy onto the ring.
Zhuge Guagua, Guo Zhen, Mei Chuxi and others laughed loudly and dragged Fan Dazhi to the side of the ring.
Fan Dazhi was having a deep dream of spring, and he was carried away in a daze. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was pushed from behind by Zhuge Guagua...
Hence the scene just now.
Cui Zhixia looked at the fat man in front of her, laughing secretly in her heart, and clasped her fists calmly on the surface.
"Longmen Academy and Zhixing Academy, the final competition, Cui Zhixia vs. Fan Dazhi! The competition begins!"
Taiming looked at the list of names seriously, cheered up, and shouted loudly.
"Brother, you didn't choose Feng Chun and Qingzhou, but you asked Fan Dazhi to compete... Could it be that you just hope that he can bring unexpected surprises?"
Cheng Ziya stood under a willow tree, watching from a distance, and couldn't help but reach out and pull down a branch that sprouted buds.
"That's right! In the first two games, we had a win and a loss against Longmen Academy... This last game is of great importance! You know I've always been unwilling to take risks... But now the only way is to take a gamble!"
Wei Zhilin stroked his long beard, with a worried look on his face, and sighed: "The foundation of Qingzhou is unstable, and there has always been a rift with the Cui family. Old Duke Gu only has this little blood left. If something goes wrong, how can you and I be embarrassed? ? What's more... Qingzhou is definitely no match for Cui Zhixia!"
He shook his head with some regret and continued: "If Feng Chun is allowed to play, with his tragic fighting style... the final result will be a corpse, or... two corpses falling on the ring! "
Wei Zhilin looked at the arena in the distance and sighed: "We can only rely on God's will!"
Cui Zhixia casually picked up the scabbard of the sword in his hand. His five fingers were very nimble. The long sword rotated several times between his fingers and suddenly came out of the sheath.
A sword thrust out, the cold light flashed, and the strong wind blew.
Fan Dazhi covered his sleeves and held his head. He dodged several swords in a panic, jumped back, and shouted: "Stop!"
Cui Zhixia was stunned.
"I'm bare-handed and you're holding a sword. This...isn't fair!"
Fan Dazhi scratched his head and protested.
"Oh? You can get the weapon!"
Cui Zhixia raised her eyebrows and said with a hint of joking.
