Lu Ming didn't say much to Duanmu Yunyang, turned around and walked off the battle stage.
"Lu Ming, thank you!"
When Lu Ming returned to the Zhuqueyuan area, Liu Hui thanked Lu Ming with his hands clasped together.
"You don't have to thank me. I'm not just standing up for you. I just don't like the face of the Duanmu family. Besides, I have a grudge against the Duanmu family."
Lu Ming smiled.
"Look... don't you like it?"
Liu Hui, as well as the other disciples of Suzaku Academy nearby were a little dazed.
Just because of this reason, he went up and tortured Duanmu Yunchong? They felt a little confused about Lu Ming's thoughts.
Next, the challenge continues.
The competition was very fierce, and everyone fought with all their might.
When the challenges were all over, it was already night.
Ten challengers, including Lu Ming, made a total of five people who successfully challenged, replacing five of the previous thirty people.
By this time, the top 30 places in each courtyard had all been born.
Only five people from Suzaku Academy made it into the top 30.
As miserable as Zhuqueyuan is Xuanwuyuan, and there are only five people.
There are eight people in the Qinglongyuan, and the strongest in the Baihuyuan, with a total of twelve people.
It is worth mentioning that among the four newcomer kings that have attracted much attention this time, Feng Xinglie has been eliminated, and Lu Ming has entered the top 30 as a dark horse.
As for the other two, the rookie Wang Lingkong two years ago, and the rookie Wang Duanmu Yunyang three years ago, naturally easily entered the top thirty.
"Feng Xinglie is still too young. It's normal for him to be eliminated in less than two years since he started his career."
"That's right, but after one year, or even two years, if Feng Xinglie doesn't break through to the realm of great martial artist, then the battle for the bronze ranking will be his world, and this is the normal speed."
"But what about Lu Ming?"
Everyone was chatting, but by coincidence, they thought of a name, Lu Ming.
Lu Ming just started this year, but he's already in the top 30.
"Lu Ming? That's a pervert, it can't be counted according to common sense."
Everyone can only comfort themselves with this reason.
Today's game is over, and the next day will continue.
Lu Ming, Pang Shi and others returned to the dormitory.
There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, they returned to Dabi's place.
"Now, the top thirty come up to draw lots!"
It was still hosted by the silver-robed elder from yesterday.
Same as yesterday's rule, the silver-robed elder randomly selected fifteen people, and then these fifteen people drew the names of the other fifteen people.
This time, the number Lu Ming drew was number twelve.
"Number 12? It seems that I have finally met a strong opponent."
There was a gleam of anticipation at the corner of Lu Ming's mouth.
To be honest, in the previous duel, he didn't show his full strength at all.
After registering, Lu Ming walked towards his seat.
"Lu Ming, what number did you draw?"
As soon as he came back, Mulan couldn't wait to ask.
Today, Mulan didn't sit with her grandfather, but danced with the wind, Pang Shi and the others huddled together. Naturally, their area was full of male disciples of Suzaku Academy.
"number twelve!"
Lu Ming smiled.
"Number 12? Gu Qing, Qinglong Institute!"
Hearing this name, the faces of Feng Wu, Hua Chi and others changed.
"Lu Ming, remember, you just have to do your best. Even if you lose, it's worthwhile to gain something."
Mulan sighed.
"Well, Senior Sister Mulan, from your tone, it seems that I am doomed?"
Lu Ming was speechless.
"What? Do you think you can win against Gu Qing?"
Mu Lan's beautiful eyes flashed, and she stared at Lu Ming.
"Even if you can't win, can't you cheer me up?"
Lu Ming didn't answer directly, but asked a rhetorical question, and then sat down, but there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.
"This guy? What hole cards did you leave behind?"
Mulan stared fiercely at Lu Ming for a while, as if trying to see through his secret.
"The first competition has officially begun. Pu Sichong, the nineteenth, will take a volley against the fifteenth."
The silver-robed elder announced.
With the announcement of the silver-robed elder, the whole audience immediately boiled.
"Volley made an appearance, and actually faced Pu Sichong, a strong duel. I have watched this match."
"A strong duel, I don't think so. Ling Kong hasn't made a shot for half a year. No one knows how strong he is now, but there is no doubt that Ling Kong will definitely break into the top ten this time, or even the top six. Not impossible."
"Yeah, the rookie king two years ago is about to reach his time."
Two young figures stepped onto the stage under the attention of the audience.
Ling Kong is a bald young man, seventeen or eighteen years old, with bulging muscles, full of explosive strength, an iron rod on his back, and a beast-like light in his eyes.
This is Ling Kong, the rookie king two years ago, the peerless genius of Baihuyuan, but he is not from the Duanmu family.
Opposite Ling Kong was a rather handsome young man named Pu Sichong. Before that, he was ranked nineteenth on the bronze list, and he was definitely a master.
But at this moment, Pu Sichong's expression was extremely serious.
"Pu Sichong, I advise you to take the initiative to admit defeat, you are not my opponent."
Ling Kong grinned and said.
The words are very arrogant, but in fact, no one thinks he is arrogant, they just think it is natural for Ling Kong to say this, because he has this strength.
Pu Sichong's eyes flashed, revealing a firm look, and said: "Ling Kong, if you want me to take the initiative to admit defeat, it depends on whether you have the ability."
"Oh? Since you insist on fighting, you must be prepared to get injured. Sometimes, I can't control myself."
Ling Kong grinned, revealing a sinister smile.
"Then accept it!"
bump!
As soon as Ling Kong's words fell, a fierce light appeared in his eyes, and he rushed towards Pu Sichong like a monster.
chi chi...
The sharp claws enveloped Pu Sichong's whole body.
Pu Sichong drew his long sword out of its sheath, and the sword energy soared into the sky, cutting towards the sky.
boom! boom!
Lingkong's claw light collided with Pu Sichong's sword energy, and both of them dissipated.
"It's a bit of a skill, but that's it, let's end it!"
Ling Kong's cold voice came out, his body filled with a fierce aura, like a humanoid monster, he pulled out the iron rod behind his back, and threw it at Pu Si.
This stick is earth-shattering and powerful.
Pu Sichong erupted with all his strength, but it was difficult to resist. He was directly thrown dozens of meters away, trembling all over, and vomited blood.
If you lose, you will lose with two strokes. In fact, you will lose with one stroke.
The difference between Pu Sichong's strength and Ling Kong's is too great.
"Volley's strength is too strong, there is absolutely no problem in the top ten."
"This time, there will definitely be changes in the top ten."
...
In the stands, Lu Ming's heart skipped a beat. This volley was really powerful, and he couldn't see the depth.
"That's what makes it interesting!"
Afterwards, Lu Ming's eyes showed a trace of fighting intent.
"Lingkong wins, the next match is number seventeen against number two!"
The silver-robed elder announced.