But nothing is absolute.
In this world, there are always some bastards called geniuses who play their cards against common sense.
In Yunmeng City, there are some students with relatively outstanding talents and high levels of profound energy who purchase combat skills privately and practice them quietly. If they are lucky, they will be able to practice successfully and exert some power of interstellar combat skills.
For example, Wu Xiaofang.
This guy has mastered the one-star sword skill [Cold Python Seven Fantasy Sword] to a similar level, which is enough to crush many students at the same level.
But it was a pity that he met such a wicked monster like Lin Beichen and was ruthlessly defeated.
In fact, if Wu Xiaofang can really cultivate the [Seven Fantasy Swords of Cold Python] to the level of 'entering the palace', it will be enough to defeat Lin Beichen.
Of course, only experienced teachers can see this.
But at the moment, both Mu Xinyue and Yue Hongxiang have practiced their sword skills to the level of "entering the palace", which is definitely not comparable to Wu Xiaofang's half-hearted [Seven Fantasy Swords of Cold Python].
Between the two Shu's moves, a faint glow of mysterious energy can be seen on the sword blade.
Every time the swords struck each other, there was a strange roar.
At the point of impact of the sword blade, a faint light flickered.
The air flow exploded in the air like water ripples.
These two female students are not simple.
He actually practiced secretly to this extent.
It seems that even if Wu Xiaofang is not eliminated by Lin Beichen, he has no chance of winning when he meets either of the two women.
An expert knows the way.
A layman watching the fun.
Lin Beichen is undoubtedly a layman.
He just felt that the battle between the two beauties suddenly became more interesting and lively.
Other students generally think the same way.
Two minutes later.
Ding!
The sound of swords clashing.
Yue Hongxiang exclaimed, covering her wrist and staggering back.
A trace of bright red blood spilled from her fingers.
The outcome has been decided.
Mu Xinyue's expression was neither arrogant nor impetuous, she held her sword in her elbow and said, "Junior Sister Yue, I accept the concession."
There was finally an unstoppable exclamation around the ring.
The battle didn't last long.
It can be seen that Mu Xinyue's strength has an absolute advantage.
Yue Hongxiang lowered her head and looked at her injuries. The tendon in her right wrist was severed.
She knew that Mu Xinyue did this deliberately.
Such an injury needs to be treated with the extremely valuable [White Jade Intermittent Cream]. It will take at least half a month to reattach the broken tendon, and it will affect the actual swordsmanship. If you take care of it carefully, it will take two to three months to fully heal. time.
This will greatly affect her performance in the [Tianjiao Contest] qualifiers.
"I lost."
Yue Hongxiang's expression was extremely calm and she didn't make too many accusations.
She picked up her sword with her left hand stained with blood, turned around and walked off the ring.
"The competition is over, Mu Xinyue wins."
Ding Sanshi, the invigilator and instructor, announced the results loudly.
Mu Xinyue stood on the ring with a smile on her face, her long black hair fluttering, bathed in the golden afterglow of the setting sun. She looked like she was covered with a layer of golden divine light, her beautiful silhouette, deep in her heart. It is engraved in the hearts of countless male students.
"Today's competition is over."
On the viewing platform, grade director Chu Hen stood up and announced the temporary end of the day's competition.
At this point, there is only one final battle left in the mid-year competition—
Championship fight.
The top talent in the final grade competition will be born in tomorrow's battle.
Amid the expectant discussion, the crowd dispersed in twos and threes.
A few young female students who were in love with her plucked up the courage to go to Lin Beichen to ask for his autograph. After searching around, they found that this handsome young man had gone somewhere long ago.
…
ten minutes later.
In the examination room.
"Wahahaha, brother Qingxuan, let me tell you how the two geniuses from the second grade of my third college performed this time?"
As if suffering from amnesia, Chu Hen asked the same questions back and forth dozens of times.
Li Qingxuan felt a headache.
Is it over or not? It’s up to you.
I know you want to show off, but it's a bit too much to keep asking like this.
He could only say perfunctorily: "Okay, very good, very good."
Chu Hen laughed again: "Brother Qingxuan, do you think who will win in tomorrow's decisive battle?"
Li Qingxuan thought about it carefully and said: "On the surface, it's a 50-50 split... but I'm still optimistic about Mu Xinyue."
"oh?"
Chu Hen was slightly surprised: "Brother Qingxuan, why do you make such a judgment?"
Li Qingxuan said: "Well... I guess it's intuitive."
Chu Hen also nodded and said: "Indeed, I don't know why, although Lin Beichen's profound energy level is higher, I also have the same intuition as you."
"By the way, Brother Chu, have you ever thought about why an ignorant prodigal suddenly transformed into a genius with amazing talents? What secrets are hidden in this?"
Li Qingxuan reminded.
Chu Hen's expression was slightly serious and he said: "Of course I have thought about this matter. It should be the back-up man left by Zhan Tianhou. After all, that man is one of the empire's battlefield myths and has created many miracles. It's not impossible that he dotes on Lin Beichen so much and leaves some great opportunities for his son."
Li Qingxuan nodded.
He also leans toward this view.
But don't forget that the emperor didn't kill Lin Beichen because he was a useless idiot and posed no threat.
But now, Lin Beichen has become a genius.
After His Majesty the Emperor finds out, will he still keep Zhan Tianhou, the only son of the guilty minister
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Dusk falls.
The campus of Third College was extremely quiet.
A small forest deep in the martial arts arena.
As soon as Lin Beichen came back, he saw the old housekeeper with a sad look on his face and staring at him dimly.
"Master, my sword..."
"Oh, it's broken."
"Ah, no, that is my ancestral sword..."
"But it broke."
"Master, it is a sword of kindness, you..."
"It's really broken."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My sword has been passed down in my Wang family for eighteen generations, and I failed you... You died so miserably."
"Damn it, don't be so fucking miserable, I'll buy you a new one later."
"Really? I want the most popular [Blue Bird Sword] in Yunmeng City launched this year by Master Fan."
"purchase."
"Thank you, Master. I'll prepare dinner for you."
Facts have proved that the wretched housekeeper Wang Zhong is indeed a rare and good bitch.
A sumptuous dinner was quickly prepared. The meat and vegetables were perfectly matched and tasted great. Coupled with the fruit wine [Peach Blossom Brew], Lin Beichen felt like he had entered a five-star hotel.
Very good at serving people.
Lin Beichen once again felt that it was really nice to have such a loser by his side.
After eating and drinking, Lin Beichen hid in the tent.
After playing with the phone for a while, I found nothing new.
So I fell asleep directly.
After all, I had been fighting all day, and even though I was nourished by Xuan Qi, I still felt very tired.
after an hour.
When he was sleeping soundly, Wang Zhong's shrinking voice came from outside.
"Master, Master? Someone is looking for you."
Wang Zhong knocked on the tent door.
Lin Beichen turned over and said drowsily and impatiently: "Who is it? I don't have time to see him. Let him go."
"Uh... Master, this person is a bit special. Hehehehe, you'd better meet him."
There was an unabashed hint of obscenity in the old housekeeper's voice.
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