The second competition.
Ye Qingluo naturally asked ten of them to challenge Long Yunzhan, Yan Xiaoyi, Qiao Jin, and Mo Yueying.
As for Beiming Lulu, Ye Qingluo gave her a few prescriptions, telling her to hurry up and refine the elixir.
The main output, with these students, is enough.
With the main force, assistance and treatment are still needed.
Beiming Lulu can just provide these two points.
Moreover, Beiming Lulu obviously prefers refining medicine to training and fighting.
After challenging the four members of the class committee, it was time to challenge Di Moxuan.
As long as you can pass more than ten moves in Di Moxuan's hands, you will be qualified to choose weapons.
These students heard that although they felt that this round-by-round confrontation system was really overwhelming.
But I have to admit.
Aroused their fighting spirit.
Even without weapons as rewards, they still want to challenge the class committee and Master Mo Zun with all their strength.
Seeing the fighting spirit in the eyes of the students, Ye Qingluo smiled with satisfaction: "This battle is our battle to turn around. Let other classes, and even people from other colleges, take a good look at it, our class of demons is not Trash class."
"Your hard work and hard work now will make your future full of surprises! If you want to wash away the shame of waste, you must use your sweat to erase this shame!"
"Remember, this battle is not for me, not for the Demon Squad, but for yourselves! For your own dignity, for your own future!"
"I hope that no matter where you go in the future, someone will say to you with envy and admiration, 'Wow~ you are students of the Devil's Class'. The Devil's Class will become synonymous with your honor!"
Ye Qingluo's sonorous voice paused, and his eyes swept over them: "Do you have confidence!"
"have!"
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After five days of non-stop fight to the death.
Finally, two students broke through and got two weapons.
One is Beiming Liancheng, and the other is Tong Ziqing.
Long Yunzhan and the others were also exhausted.
Yan Xiaoyi and Mo Yueying both had large and small wounds.
Qiao Jin also inevitably suffered some skin trauma.
But the four of them had relaxed and satisfied smiles on their faces.
Even Long Yunzhan smiled when he saw the students' great progress.
However, what is puzzling is that...
Yan Xiaoyi and Qiao Jin have been silent throughout the training for the past few days.
They didn't say a word to each other.
And after accepting the challenge, when leading the team to confront Qiao Jin's team.
Yan Xiaoyi didn't show mercy at all.
Instead, it was Qiao Jin.
When facing the team of Mo Yueying and Long Yunzhan, his moves were fierce and deadly.
But once he got to Yan Xiaoyi, he retreated steadily, except for being passively attacked by Yan Xiaoyi, he had no intention of fighting back at all.
After a few times, Yan Xiaoyi directly refused to play against Qiao Jin.
Ye Qingluo folded his hands on his chest, squinted his eyes half-closed, stared at the strange atmosphere of the two of them, and bumped into Emperor Moxuan: "The two of them, what is this conflict?"
Di Moxuan glanced at his twinkling peach eyes and shook his head.
Other than her, it doesn't matter.
Of course he wouldn't bother paying attention.
On the other hand, Tong Ziqing, who was resting on the ground, put down the soft whip in her hand, and said, "Maybe... I did the wrong thing."
"Huh?" Ye Qingluo raised her eyebrows, squatted down to gossip, "Let's listen."
Tong Ziqing told about how she coaxed Yan Xiaoyi to go to the class committee room and meet Qiao Jin a few days ago.