"Compared to last year's top 16, there is not much change."
"Nonsense. Those who made it to the top 16 last year, as long as their luck is not too bad, should be able to do so this year."
"The biggest change is that You Ye left the field and Yang Qingxuan was shortlisted. Compared with the top 16, I care more about this year's four kings."
"That's right. This year is the five-nation competition held every five years. It will be even more meaningful for the four kings to represent the academy."
There are tens of thousands of people around the square, all discussing in various ways.
Yang Qingxuan was still thinking about the mysteries of the eight-tone string fingers in his mind. Standing in the center, his face looked very dull, and he kept stretching out his hands to gesture.
Zuo Heng looked coldly from time to time, although those fingerprints were a bit clumsy, but with his eyesight, he could naturally see that the technique was extraordinary, and each finger contained great power.
"This kid's talent is too terrifying. A year ago, he was just a scum of Lingwu. In just one year, he can compete with me. We must take this opportunity to kill him, otherwise there will be endless troubles!"
Zuo Heng's eyes became cloudy, but there was a strong killing intent in the depths of his eyes.
He glanced around a few times, but he didn't see Wu Qiyue, so he couldn't help frowning. Why isn't Wu Qiyue here for such an important competition
"what's on your mind?"
Yang Qingxuan was thinking about the eight-tone string finger, when suddenly the fragrance came, and Ivy's exquisite appearance appeared in front of him, immediately interrupting his thoughts.
Yang Qingxuan replied honestly: "Eight-tone string fingers."
Ivy's complexion changed slightly, he also learned how to invite a finger, he naturally understood what the eight-tone string finger is, looked around vigilantly, and said in a low voice: "Do you know all eight fingers?"
Yang Qingxuan said: "It's still a long way from the 'meeting', all eight fingers have seen it."
Ivy showed a charming smile, looked at each other, and said: "You can teach me, okay?"
Yang Qingxuan swallowed with difficulty. In front of such a beautiful woman, it was indeed a little difficult to control. He took two steps back and said firmly, "It's not good."
This time the other fourteen people who provoked all paid attention.
Ivy's cheeks flushed, and she snorted loudly: "If it's not good, it's not good, then you have no way to chase me, it will never be possible!"
With a pursed mouth, he turned around angrily and stopped talking to Yang Qingxuan.
The rest of the people felt baffled and didn't know what they were talking about, but they all looked at Yang Qingxuan with weird eyes.
There were even more discussions around the square, as if a pot had exploded, setting off a wave of heated discussions.
"It turns out that Yang Qingxuan likes Ivy, my God, what kind of triangle relationship is this?"
"Who says it's a triangle, don't forget that it's Princess Su Ying."
"This..., the four beauties of the academy were involved in the third, life is like this, what do you want in this life?"
"Fortunately, the goddess in my dream is Yinyao, there is no gossip, she is still as cold and arrogant as a fairy."
"Well, among the four beauties, only Yinyao is left."
Standing in the crowd, Jingjing said angrily: "What is that Ivy, how could Brother Qingxuan fall in love with her, shameless!"
Her words immediately attracted attention from all around, and many of Ivy's admirers were furious, but seeing that she was a little girl, they didn't care about it.
Wen Wen hurriedly pulled her, and angrily said: "Don't talk nonsense here, you are not troublesome enough with our affairs, do you want to cause more trouble?!"
Jingjing pouted, her face full of dissatisfaction.
Together with Su Ze, Su Ying stood relatively close to each other, guarded by guards, and no one approached.
Su Ying listened to the discussions around her, felt a little sad, and thought in her heart: "The so-called four beauties, I am the most useless. Whether it is sister Qiyue, sister Yinyao, or sister Aiwei, all of them are stronger than me. I am a hundred times, and only they are worthy of Qingxuan, and how can I be able to stand side by side with them."
In the middle of the square, Chen Ting came forward and asked in a low voice, "Do you like Ivy?"
Yang Qingxuan almost spat out a mouthful of blood, so he gave him a hard look and didn't speak.
Chen Ting frowned and said: "Although Ivy's beauty is not inferior to that of Wu Qiyue and Su Ying, you still know Changle enough. There is someone more difficult than Zuo Heng behind Ivy."
He put his finger on his waist, secretly pointed to Lu Yifan beside him, and winked at Yang Qingxuan.
Yang Qingxuan gave him a blank look, and said, "Go and eat your melon."
Chen Ting chuckled and said, "I'm doing this for your own good."
At this time, a figure flew from a distance, stopped directly in the air, raised his eyes and looked down coldly.
The square immediately became solemn and quiet.
The man in the air was Yi Kun, holding an iron box in his hand, glanced at the sixteen people, and said: "There are eight pairs of numbers in this box, and use them to determine your respective opponents."
Yi Kun opened the iron box, his hands shook with qi, suddenly eight rays of light shot out from inside, towards the sky.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed, and each ray of light contained a small ball, which flew hundreds of feet away at an extremely fast speed.
But the sixteen people looked at it coldly, as if they didn't want to snatch it first.
Yi Kun sneered, and said, "Those who have not obtained a number plate will be eliminated directly."
"What?"
The sixteen people were startled, and the moment Yi Kun's words fell, four or five people rushed up, chasing after those small balls.
Sixteen balls flew away in a fan shape, and the distance between them continued to expand.
The last few were caught up first, Yin Yao, Lu Yifan, Chen Ting, and Ai Wei.
The remaining twelve people had no choice but to chase the one that was further away.
The one-eyed martial soul is very strange, condensing a water mirror-like light in front of him, then rushing in, he teleported a hundred feet.
After a few times of alternate casting, he caught up with a small ball, and the overjoyed one caught it in his hand.
Suddenly a figure, as fast as lightning, came to his side in a few steps, and said coldly: "This ball is mine."
One-eyed was terrified, and immediately recognized the voice as Yang Qingxuan, and said in surprise: "I got it first."
The corner of Yang Qingxuan's mouth raised a sneer, without saying a word, the God of Fighting Ghosts condensed in the palm of his hand, and he slashed through with a sword!
"A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of blissful wind!"
"you… !"
One-eyed was terrified, and hurriedly changed his posture in the air. At the same time, his martial soul turned into a light mirror, and he rushed in and disappeared in place.
Yang Qingxuan's sword missed, and he didn't chase other small balls. Instead, his figure flickered in the air like lightning. After taking three steps, he teleported a hundred feet. With a sweep of his eyes, the big sword slashed towards a void.
Where the sword light cut, a light mirror emerged, and a one-eyed figure came out of it at once, with a look of joy on his face.
"Hmph, my martial spirit can last for hundreds of feet in an instant. What can you do to me when you are mere newborn?"
One-eyed came out of the light mirror, mocked Yang Qingxuan tauntingly, saw a sword slashed, and before he could react, the sword energy struck his chest and passed through.
(end of this chapter)