"That's not easy. Since no one bet on me to lose, you can just bet on whether I can win with a few tricks." Mu Hanyan said.
"Yeah, that's a good idea. Then how many tricks can you win in the next match?" Baby Ling slapped his forehead and asked expectantly after being awakened by her words.
"Who is my next opponent?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"Uh... I don't know."
"I don't even know who my opponent is, so how do I know that I can win with a few tricks." Mu Hanyan said angrily.
"Okay, let's see who your next opponent is." Ling Baobao said helplessly.
The competition is still going on, but there are no unexpected surprises.
Yue Fanchen, Jiang Qiling, and Yan Yuchu all successfully advanced to the next round. Mu Chengxuan was defeated, but fortunately his injuries were not too serious.
Apart from Mu Hanyan, Jiang Qiling, Zhao Fanchen and Yan Yuchu, the other four easily defeated their opponents.
Among them, the one Mu Hanyan paid the most attention to was Nan Aotian, the young swordsman from West Qin.
This man was tall, mighty in appearance, and extremely domineering in his moves. Mu Hanyan could feel the domineering meaning in his sword power even when he was watching the battle from the audience. And she could feel that this person also had some reservations, and he didn't reveal his full strength in front of everyone.
Besides Nan Aotian, the others should not be underestimated.
Mu Hanyan knew that the second round of competition would never be as easy as the first round.
At dusk, the first day's competition ended, everyone dispersed, rested overnight, and prepared for the second day's competition.
There was nothing to say all night, and at dawn the next day, the desolate trumpet sounded again, and the square of Longyan College was once again crowded with people.
After the lottery, the list of opponents for today's competition will be announced.
"Mu Hanyan, to Nan Aotian!" Such a result made Mu Hanyan's originally relaxed mood suddenly become a lot more dignified.
Yesterday I was still thinking that if I met Nan Aotian, it would not be so easy to win, but I never expected that I would really meet him.
Except for Mu Hanyan, the other disciples watching the battle showed excitement after a short period of surprise.
"I didn't expect that Mu Hanyan would face Chang Lie from the Northern Qi Kingdom in the first match, and then meet Nan Aotian from the West Qin Kingdom in the second match. He would meet all the good deeds of winning glory for me, An Yun. It is." Someone said enviously.
Anyun Kingdom and West Qin Kingdom are old enemies. Although they have been repaired for many years, the memory of thousands of masters from West Qin Dynasty raiding Yunjing City and almost breaking the imperial capital was left in the memory of the people of Anyun, which is still fresh in their memory. Therefore, towards the West Qin Kingdom, all Anyun citizens have instinctive hostility, even more hostile than towards the Shangyue Kingdom.
"Striving for glory, why don't you try such a good thing, even if you are not qualified to participate in the big competition, you can challenge it in private." Someone said dismissively.
"That's right, why didn't I think of that." The man shook his head and said eagerly.
"I advise you to stop thinking about it. Do you know who Nan Aotian is? He is the number one master among the new disciples of Qinfeng College in West Qin State, and Qinfeng College is the head of the five major colleges in West Qin State. It's no less than our Longyan Academy's status in An Yun, just because you want to challenge him, I think you'd better wash up and sleep." The latter poured a basin of cold water on him.
"It's so powerful." The man gasped, and he didn't dare to speak nonsense anymore, and he didn't even mention a word about winning glory for An Yun.
"Mu Hanyan has encountered such a powerful enemy, and I'm afraid it will be a little difficult to win." Others knew about Nan Aotian's identity and origin, and they were secretly worried about Mu Hanyan.
The crowd's discussion was not loud, but they couldn't hide from Mu Hanyan's slap in the face. Knowing that Nan Aotian was so good, she never dared to belittle her.
"How many tricks?" Ling Baobao came over at this moment, and asked Mu Hanyan excitedly.
"Are you sure I can win?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"I think we should be able to win." Baby Ling said uncertainly.
"Should, that is to say, you are not sure that I will win, so you still bet?" Mu Hanyan gave him a blank look.
"Wealth and wealth are in danger." Ling Baobao said disapprovingly.
"Forget it, I believe I can defeat him, but I'm not sure about how many moves." Mu Hanyan took a deep breath and said.
Although this Nan Aotian is very powerful, and he also concealed his strength in the last competition, Mu Hanyan's confidence will never be shaken by it.
"Okay, then I won't be able to pick up money again in this game." Ling Baobao said with a look of disappointment.
Beside, the expressions of Huayue and the others became serious. Although Mu Hanyan is still as confident as before, even she is not sure how many moves can defeat Nan Aotian. Obviously, this Nan Aotian is so powerful that even Mu Hanyan has to deal with it carefully. It was dangerous and difficult, beyond their expectations.
"The first match, Mu Hanyan, against Nan Aotian!" On the stage, the instructor's voice sounded.
There was a commotion below, speaking of which, in the second round of competition, the most indistinguishable is the battle between Mu Hanyan and Nan Aotian, and this is the one that people look forward to the most. I didn’t expect the first round That's them.
As soon as the words fell, the two figures flew east and west and jumped onto the competition stage.
Silence was restored in the audience. Everyone looked at Mu Hanyan and then at Nan Aotian, but no one shouted, for fear of accidentally disturbing the mood of the two of them and affecting their display of strength.
The battle was approaching, and the atmosphere became extremely solemn.
Nan Aotian looked at Mu Hanyan, perhaps because he saw the scene of Mu Hanyan showing his supernatural power yesterday and striking Chang Lie with his three swords, his face showed no contempt and arrogance, and his breath was as calm as a majestic mountain.
Mu Hanyan also looked at Nan Aotian, the distance was too far before, and he couldn't see it clearly enough, but now he looked carefully, why did he look so familiar
After searching carefully in her mind, a smile appeared in Mu Hanyan's eyes unconsciously.
It was him, yes, it was him. It turned out that the monster I met in the previous life was actually Nan Aotian, who was once the number one master among the freshmen of Qinfeng Academy, and he was also considered a legend for a while. No wonder he was unwilling to reveal his identity no matter how much he asked at that time I guess it was too embarrassing.
Recalling the dusty past, recalling the friends who thought they would never see each other again, a smile appeared on the corner of Mu Hanyan's mouth.
"What are you laughing at?" Nan Aotian frowned and asked.
"It's nothing, just remembering some past events." Mu Hanyan said with a smile, that smile was even more unscrupulous than before.
"The battle of masters, you dare to be distracted, I think highly of you." Nan Aotian said so, but there was no contempt on his face, and his brows were frowned even more, with a serious and old look. Shen's appearance.
"I was distracted because I knew that you were not my opponent." Mu Hanyan said confidently.
"Huh, what a big tone, draw your sword." Nan Aotian seemed to be irritated by Mu Hanyan, and grabbed the hilt of the sword.
"Wait." Mu Hanyan suddenly made a stop gesture.
"What's wrong?" Nan Aotian frowned and asked.
"Wait a moment." Mu Hanyan turned his gaze to the audience, and winked at Ling Baobao who was looking at him pitifully.
Ling Baobao stepped forward quickly and jumped to the edge of the competition platform.
"One move, at most one move." Mu Hanyan said.
Ling Baobao's eyes lit up, and he quickly turned and ran to realize his big plan of picking money.
Mu Hanyan's voice was very small, but it did not deceive Nan Aotian's ears. His brows frowned even more, squeezed into a Sichuan character, and his expression became more serious.
"Are you really so sure?" Nan Aotian asked.
Mu Hanyan smiled without saying a word, and slowly drew out his long sword.
A strong sword intent shrouded the competition stage. Han Xiaojian also uttered a voiceless long cry unique to that divine weapon, shocking people's hearts.