At the back of the competition platform, several high platforms were also set up. Not only all the instructors of the academy were present to observe, but also the heads of the major families of An Yun were present in person, and the eight major families of the capital were naturally among them.
With the sound of a bell, the whole square fell silent, and Long Congyuan slowly walked onto the stage.
"Today is the time for the Freshman Competition of Longyan College. For hundreds of thousands of years, countless Anyun strongmen have become famous through this battle, embarked on their own way of being strong, and even became famous through the ages.
I hope that in this competition, you can continue the glory of your predecessors, like them, and become a generation of powerhouses admired by thousands of people! "Long Congyuan raised his voice, and the energetic voice seemed to resound in everyone's heart, making people's blood boil.
There was thunderous cheers in the square.
"Also, some people may have heard the news. In order to encourage the winners, this time, the academy will give out a rare treasure inherited from ancient times as a reward. I hope you will go all out and do your best!" Long Congyuan's subsequent words pushed the atmosphere of the square to its peak.
Although it has long been heard that the college attaches great importance to this freshmen competition, and the rewards offered are far better than the previous freshman competitions, but the rumors are just rumors after all, and hearing Long Congyuan's own confession, it is still fascinating.
"Next, I announce that the competition begins." Amidst the cheers of everyone, Long Congyuan shouted loudly, and then walked off the competition platform.
Nine trumpets sounded one after another, and the square gradually returned to calm.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mu Hanyan and other sixteen disciples who participated in the competition were also invited to the competition stage, and they drew lots to determine their opponents.
The rules of the Freshman Competition are very simple. Sixteen people are divided into eight groups to play one by one. The winner enters the next round, and then draws lots until there are only two people left, and then a decisive battle will select the strongest among them.
"The first round, Guan Shanhe, align with Kaiyun!" Nine horns ended, Mu Hanyan and other sixteen people also drew lots, and a mentor walked to the high platform and read aloud.
"Guan Shanhe, we must win!"
"Qi Kaiyun, we must win!" The excited shouts of the academy disciples sounded from the audience.
After all, An Yun's young elites had been famous for a long time. Not long after they joined the academy, they had a lot of fans.
Mu Hanyan was also a little excited. In her previous life, she had heard about the names of Guan Shanhe and Qi Kaiyun for a long time. In this first competition, it was such a powerful encounter. She could also see how strong these two people really are. to what extent.
"Brother Guan, please!"
"Junior Brother Qi, please!" The two seemed to know each other, they didn't say much, after saluting each other, they drew their swords.
In an instant, two powerful sword powers enveloped the audience, and the noisy and noisy square suddenly became much quieter.
"Sixth Rank Sword Master!" Amidst the exclamation, everyone was excited and looking forward to it.
Mu Hanyan was no exception, and she never thought that these two people would have such strength. Such a meeting of two strong players, even for a master like her with the same strength, is a rare opportunity to open their eyes, and they can gain a lot of insights from the confrontation between the two.
With a flash of the sword light, Guan Shanhe and Qi Kaiyun fought fiercely.
As the powerful and incomparable sword glow slashed past, the wind blew up on the competition stage, flying sand and rocks, among which there was even the sound of wind and thunder, which made people's heart palpitations.
With a muffled cry, the wind and cloud dispersed, and Qi Kaiyun's slender figure flew out from the competition stage, spitting out blood from his mouth, staining the clothes on his chest with blood stains, it was obvious that he was seriously injured.
The battle of masters is indeed extremely dangerous!
"Guan Shanhe, win." Following the instructor's announcement of the result of the competition, cheers erupted from the audience again, but the atmosphere in the square was a little less jubilant than before, and a little more chilling!
Guan Shanhe quickly stepped down, and the competition continued.
Just like the first match, after each match, one person was seriously injured. After all, the rewards for this freshman contest are too generous, no one is willing to give up easily, and it is difficult to tell the winner if you don't fight to the death.
The competition continued, and the cheers continued, but the atmosphere on and off the court became more and more chill, and there was a sense of cruelty.
In fact, it is not this competition that is cruel. The way of the strong is originally so cruel!
"Fourth match, Mu Hanyan, against Chang Lie!" The mentor's voice sounded again.
Under the stage, the cheers stopped slightly, and everyone looked at Mu Hanyan behind the stage.
Compared with other people's competitions, they were still looking forward to Mu Hanyan's match. After all, he was the number one dude in Longyan who killed the two mentors within a few days after being admitted to the hospital. It was impossible not to look forward to it.
However, who is Chang Lie? It seems that I have never heard of such a person before.
Don't talk about others, even Mu Hanyan doesn't know who this person is, and it was the first time he saw him during the lottery just now.
"Mu Hanyan, come up and die!" Just as everyone was secretly guessing, a muscular young man flew onto the stage, raised his head and roared wildly.
"Mu Hanyan, come up and die." His voice fell in the square, everyone was dumbfounded, and Mu Hanyan frowned.
Who is this person with such a loud tone? Mu Hanyan stared at that person, but found that she had no impression at all, and it was impossible to offend him, but she didn't know why he spoke so rudely.
There are too many people in the world who don't know the so-called so-called, and Mu Hanyan didn't bother to think too much, so he jumped onto the competition stage.
"You are Mu Hanyan, Gong Hongru's old apprentice, and you are nothing more than that!" Chang Lie glanced at Mu Hanyan and said contemptuously.
"Presumptuous, how dare you disrespect my master." Although Mu Hanyan was speechless about Gong Hongru's habit of retreating for "a few days" at every turn and then disappearing, he was still a disciple after all, and he could never tolerate someone insulting his master like this. shouted sharply.
"Hmph, back then I knelt down for three days and asked him to accept me as an apprentice, but he had no eyes and turned me away. Today I want to show him how big a mistake he made when he refused to accept me as an apprentice. , let him see how vulnerable the disciple he has chosen is." Chang Lie said full of hatred.
"I remembered that twelve years ago, a son of the royal family of the Northern Qi Kingdom came to worship the Lord Gong as a teacher. He knelt in the snow for three days and three nights in the winter, but the Lord Gong not only refused him. In addition, he also said that he is narrow-minded and cannot be a great weapon, that person walked away in shame and anger, so it was him." Someone in the audience thought of something and said in surprise.
"I also heard that this person later became a disciple of Qi Fengchen, the great swordsman of the Northern Qi Dynasty, and that Qi Fengchen fought against Lord Gong when he was young. Mortal enemy." A person next to him said thoughtfully.