"...The final assessment is a competition in the arena. The content of the competition is up to you, including spells, immortals, formations, and beasts. You need to select three official disciples of Hongmeng Academy for the competition. Those who have won the three consecutive competitions will be admitted. ."
On the high platform carved out of white jade, the deacon disciple in charge of the assessment was reading out the content of the assessment.
Under the stage, the incoming freshmen waiting for the assessment stood in a circle.
"Chaoyun, that surnamed Jiang is looking at you again."
In the crowd, Ye Chenxing tugged at Ji Chaoyun's sleeve. The chief examiner, Jiang Cheng, sat in the front of the viewing area, looking in their direction with a half-smiling smile.
Ji Chaoyun raised his eyes, the two lines of sight separated immediately, and he lightly retracted his gaze: "Don't bother."
Ye Chenxing opened his mouth and wanted to persuade again, but at this moment, the name of the first disciple who participated in the entrance examination was called out from the high platform.
Sure enough, it was Ji Chaoyun.
Under everyone's attention, Ji Chaoyun rose up and landed steadily on the high platform.
The deacon disciple bowed to him and asked, "What kind of competition do you want to choose?"
Ji Chaoyun said: "I want to test the body technique. You must not use any immortal techniques or instruments in the test. If the weapon falls or any part of the body leaves the Baiyutai, it will be a loser."
As soon as he said this, the deacon disciple looked stiff, and subconsciously looked at Jiang Cheng in the viewing seat.
Jiang Cheng made no secret of his mockery: "You can't use immortal arts? Do you think the entrance examination of Hongmeng Academy is that you can't fight and fight in the mortal world? It really is a mortal body soaring, and you can't get on the stage."
Ji Chaoyun's expression did not change: "In the previous rules, it was not mentioned that this should not be the case."
"Forget it, then don't regret it." Jiang Cheng tilted his head slightly and said to the person beside him, "Go, Zhifei."
Behind him, a handsome young man stood up, tapped his toes, and landed lightly in front of Ji Chaoyun.
Everyone was in an uproar.
As soon as Ji Chaoyun's request for a body test came out, many people present had already reacted. Most of the disciples of Hongmeng Academy were born with immortals, and when it comes to immortal arts, they are naturally much higher than their mortal body. Only with swordsmanship, body and law, the odds of winning should be greater.
But it was Song Zhifei who was dispatched by Jiangcheng.
This Song Zhifei, like them, ascended as a mortal, and created his own breaking sword in the human world, and established a sect with this sword method. He is the founder of breaking the empty door.
Song Zhifei's body technique, of course, needless to say.
Too impulsive.
For a time, all those who knew about the contradiction between Ji Chaoyun and Jiang Cheng thought so.
Hongmeng Academy only recruits loose immortals once in a hundred years. If Ji Chaoyun loses here, he will have to wait another hundred years if he wants to enroll. For immortals, even a hundred years is nothing, but climbing Hongmeng Mountain is extremely difficult. Who would be willing to stop in front of the mountain gate of Hongmeng Academy
But Ji Chaoyun didn't care about this, he turned his wrist and a slender sword appeared in his hand. The silver light on the immortal sword quickly faded away, thus sealing the spiritual aura.
Opposite him, Song Zhifei took out the matching knife, and also withdrew the spiritual energy from the knife.
Song Zhifei looked at the matching sword in his hand, and his eyes seemed to be somewhat regretful: "It's not easy to climb Hongmeng Mountain, why do you bother to provoke that dude."
"Provoke?" Ji Chaoyun repeated mockingly, as if he wanted to say something, but he finally held back. He raised his dark and quiet eyes, and said lightly, "I have never provoke anyone."
"you… "
Ji Chaoyun bowed to Song Zhifei: "No need to say more, Immortal Chief, let's start."
The golden gong rang on the white jade stage, and Song Zhifei moved first.
The air-breaking knife is superior to the extremely fast moves, and the knife is like a long dragon breaking the air. I saw that cold light flashed, and the blade was already close to Ji Chaoyun. That's an unavoidable move.
But at that moment, Ji Chaoyun's figure suddenly turned around, turned around in a very neat posture, and avoided the oncoming knife.
A few strands of blue silk fluttered to the ground under the blade, and Jiang Cheng's expression changed.
Song Zhifei didn't see how the opponent avoided his own move, his eyebrows jumped instinctively, and the opponent's sword edge was already coming with Ling Lie sword. Song Zhifei hurriedly blocked with the back of the knife, and the sharp blades struck each other with a sharp sound, which stirred up on the white jade platform.
Ji Chaoyun was thin and looked weak, but no one thought that his swordsmanship would be so chilling and cold, and his moves were cruel.
Although it was just a move back and forth, everyone present had already made a fuss in their hearts.
Song Zhifei was going to lose.
"Zheng-"
There was a loud noise from the Baiyutai, and a long knife flew out diagonally and rolled down the Baiyutai.
Before he came to power, Ji Chaoyun had set a rule that when the weapon landed, it was to lose.
There was silence around Baiyutai, and after a while, thunderous cheers suddenly erupted.
Song Zhifei's expression didn't look any different. He straightened up and gave a Taoist ceremony to Ji Chaoyun: "The immortal friend's movement is unfathomable, so I will be convinced."
Ji Chaoyun: "Acceptance."
Song Zhifei jumped away from Baiyutai, and Ji Chaoyun followed his leaving back to look over, his eyes fell on Jiang Cheng: "Jiangcheng Xianchang, are you coming?"
His voice was very soft, but it sounded like deafening. Song Zhifei's footsteps paused, and the cheers on and off Baiyutai stopped.
In the silence, Ji Chaoyun calmly looked at Jiang Cheng and said softly, "You, do you want to fight me?"
"...that's him you're talking about?"
There is a tall building Qiongyu behind the Baiyutai, which is obscured by misty clouds and mist, and the scene in it cannot be seen clearly. But if you look from the inside out, the whole white jade ring has a panoramic view, which is the best viewing point.
Someone reclining behind the smoky curtain, took a sip from the glass wine cup at hand.
"Yes, Your Highness, it's that kid." The people around him responded quickly, "There are not many people in the academy who can compare to Song Zhifei's movement skills. It seems that they can beat Song Zhifei so easily."
"No." The man put down the wine cup, and just at this moment, the tulle was blown away by the wind, revealing a pair of slender and plain white hands with well-defined joints.
The man tapped the table with his fingertips, and said leisurely, "Song Zhifei didn't do his best."
"What? Did Song Zhifei release water?"
"No, I heard that Jiang Cheng let go yesterday and won't let the surnamed Ji step into the gate of the academy. How dare Song Zhifei be under his nose—"
"Song Zhifei is an honest person, maybe he can't get used to Jiang Cheng's bullying appearance?"
This person's words caused a thousand waves, and everyone upstairs was talking.
"Who said he let out the water?" The man raised his eyebrows and invisibly stopped the discussion, "I just said that Song Zhifei didn't do his best."
"Breaking the empty sword is a fatal move. It is extremely hostile, and the sword is bound to see blood. In a small arena, would he dare to use ten successful powers to fight a freshman?" When he spoke, his tone was flat and lazy. After a pause, he sneered indifferently.
"Jiangcheng, this idiot, playing a new kid and playing himself in it."
The Qiong Building where they are located is called Dengyun Building, which is the tallest building in Hongmeng Academy.
Dengyun Tower has a wide field of vision, and there are thousands of books inside, but it is not open to ordinary disciples. The only person who has the right to use the Dengyun Building is the leader of each session of the Hongmeng Academy.
And since fifty years ago, this place has become the property of one person.
The second prince of the Feng family, Feng Qi.
Feng Qi entered the school more than 50 years ago, and went through five competitions in the sky rankings, and came back to win the top spot. He was the only one who dared to call the tenth-ranked expert in Jiangcheng's academy - "Idiot".
The crowd did not dare to accept this, and the upstairs of Qiong was silent.
After a long while, someone suddenly said, "Look, Jiang Cheng has come to power!"
"He's actually going to do it himself? It's hard to win if you win, and even lose face if you lose. What does he think?"
"Don't worry, I just listened carefully. That kid surnamed Ji took the initiative to ask Jiang Cheng to come to power."
"What, isn't this asking for a dead end?"
During the discussion, the golden gong rang, and the arena battle was reopened.
Looking down from the Dengyun Tower, two figures were fighting on the white jade high platform, their movements were so fast that the naked eye could hardly tell them apart.
Feng Qi narrowed his eyes, and a look of interest gradually appeared in his eyes: "Who told you that the kid surnamed Ji did his best?"
There was a loud bang on the white jade platform, and the two sides passed by by mistake. Jiang Cheng staggered back a few steps, and the sword edge sank into the ground before he would stabilize his body.
Upon closer inspection, there was a fine layer of cold sweat on his forehead.
Ji Chaoyun didn't take his sword, and said in a low voice, "It's useless to entangle, you can't beat me."
"How, how is it possible..." Jiang Cheng's face was extremely gloomy.
He can't even beat a newly enrolled kid
There was silence around the arena, and all eyes seemed to be stabbed at him. Unprecedented humiliation and unwillingness, with this thorn-like gaze, Jiang Cheng's eyes sank: "Whoever loses and who wins is not necessarily!"
A wisp of undetectable spiritual power appeared from his fingertips, sinking into the long sword. Then, Jiang Cheng's body rose into the air, and the sword edge stabbed straight at Ji Chaoyun.
"It's all said—" Ji Chaoyun was about to wave his sword to meet the sword's edge, and at that moment, he instinctively noticed something, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.
But it was too late, the swung sword could not be retracted, and the swords hit each other as expected.
Ji Chaoyun took a few steps back before he let go of the weapon, his entire arm was shocked and numb, and he almost lost consciousness for a moment.
Before Ji Chaoyun could think about why this person could suddenly reverse the situation, Jiang Cheng's back-up move had arrived. The sword's edge reflected Ling Lie's cold light, which was reflected in Ji Chaoyun's eyes.
In an instant, an uncontrollable faint light flashed in Ji Chaoyun's eyes.
He couldn't catch the sword—
to lose.
At this moment, a golden light suddenly flew out from the crowd and hit Jiang Cheng's sword without any bias.
The sword edge was forced to deviate, and Ji Chaoyun did not miss this opportunity. He raised his leg and swept out, kicked Jiang Cheng's chest, and kicked the person upside down.
Jiang Cheng rolled back a few feet, and hurriedly supported the edge of the Baiyu Terrace, so that he did not fall off the stage.
But most of his body is already outside Baiyutai.
Jiang Cheng lost.
The surroundings were silent, Jiang Cheng's face was ashen, and then quickly flushed red. He got up in embarrassment and shouted angrily, "Which bastard—"
"You have to cheat with a newly enrolled kid, Jiang Cheng, are you embarrassed?"
The calm and clear voice sounded lingeringly, Ji Chaoyun was stunned, the blood on his face faded immediately, and he looked down the stage abruptly.
The crowd separated to both sides, and one person walked out like a leisurely stroll.
The visitor was dressed in a light golden brocade robe with red gold phoenix patterns embroidered on it, which gave it a classy elegance. It seemed a little out of place in this Hongmeng Academy, where the disciples' uniforms were uniform.
His eyebrows and eyes are very handsome, and there is a small dark red mole at the end of his slender eyes. When he raises his eyes so lazily, he reveals an invisible cold arrogance.
"Your position as the chief examiner has come to an end." Feng Qi said, "I will tell the examination hall to let them replace them. Get out."
Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "Dead Phoenix, don't think—"
Feng Qi coldly interrupted: "Jiang Xiaodao, if you don't get out now, do you have to wait for Immortal Venerable to go to Fengfeng Island in person and explain everything to Jiang Island Lord and his wife?"
Jiang Cheng's voice was caught in his throat, his face flushed red, and after a while he squeezed out a sentence: "Okay... I'll go!"
Jiang Cheng scolded and jumped off the white jade platform, and the deacon disciple judged the situation and immediately announced that Ji Chaoyun had won another game.
But Ji Chaoyun couldn't care about this, he stared at Feng Qi with his eyes fixed, his blood-fading face was full of disbelief.
is it you
"Little dragon, I really should go."
"I don't want to leave either, but... sorry."
"I'll be back, Xiaolong, when I come back to pick you up."
You... are back, right
Ji Chaoyun's lips moved, as if calling out a name in a low voice. But no one heard what he was saying, all the freshmen waiting for the assessment were cheering to celebrate Ji Chaoyun's two-game winning streak.
Under the warm atmosphere, only Feng Qiruo felt something, turned his head to look at him, and there was a little doubt in his eyes.
"... Friends Ji Xian, there is one last test left, who do you want to compete with? Friends Ji Xian?"
Someone beside him was calling him, but Ji Chaoyun didn't hear anything. He stared at Feng Qi, his eyes almost greedily tracing his face.
He couldn't remember how long he hadn't seen this face, two hundred years, three hundred years, or even longer.
The long time was enough to blur all his memories. He stared blankly at the man under the stage, not even noticing when the restlessness and discussion in the audience stopped.
The people beside Feng Qi retreated silently, and in front of the white jade stage, only Ji Chaoyun and Feng Qi were left to stare at each other quietly.
After a long while, Feng Qi spread his hands, as if he felt a little funny: "Why, do you want to fight me?"