"Purple Leaf Academy, Wang Tianhe wins!"
When the staff once again shouted out that the students from the Purple Leaf Academy won. On the high platform, Zhang Deshan's expression became even uglier. However, he only took a short breath, and then did not show any other movements.
Wang Tianhe, Liansheng Wanglong Academy's two people, suddenly became imposing, holding the long stick in their hands, as if looking down on the world.
"That kid on the opposite side, it's your turn now!" Wang Tianhe pointed his long sword at Zhang Song who was facing him, and shouted loudly, he had long disliked Zhang Song.
Many spectators in the surrounding stands are also cheering loudly for the colleges they support.
"hateful!"
Zhang Song's face was gloomy and cold, and there was a gloomy look in his eyes.
"Brother Zhang Song, I'm sorry!"
Gao Hai, who had just been defeated and returned to his camp, bowed his head and apologized.
"Hmph!" Zhang Song glanced sideways at Gao Hai and snorted coldly. Then, Zhang Song raised his foot and stepped forward, entering the competition arena.
"Just now I have taken a rough look at this bastard's martial arts. He is indeed very strong. He is considered a top master among the spiritual masters. However, compared with me, he is still a little bit worse." Although Zhang Song looked grim. But there was no impatience in his heart, and he compared himself with Wang Tianhe.
After walking slowly into the arena, the distance between Zhang Song and Wang Tianhe was less than ten meters.
As long as the two of them rush forward quickly, they can fight in an instant.
In Zhang Song's hand, the broad-bladed knife was replaced with a long stick, and it shone with a palpitating black luster in the sunlight. At this point, both of them were waiting for the staff to announce the start of the fight.
"Brother Wang, Zhang Song is powerful and has an advantage in strength. You'd better not confront him head-on." Xia Yan reminded him standing behind.
Wang Tianhe turned slightly and nodded to Xia Yan.
Wang Tianhe also knew that Zhang Song was powerful. When he was in the trap formation, Zhang Song could directly knock the three trap men into the air. If there is no tyrannical power, it is impossible to do it.
"Competition, the official start!"
The staff finally shouted loudly.
"Ah!" Zhang Song's long-prepared spiritual power suddenly burst out from his body, and his body turned into a phantom, rushing directly towards Wang Tianhe.
Wang Tianhe was also prepared, and the two collided almost instantly. The weapons collided together, making a series of dull sounds, and waves of air shot out from the two of them.
"Bang bang bang..."
A series of clashing sounds came from the field in all directions.
"Boom..."
Wang Tianhe backed up, then stopped his figure, kicked out with one foot on the ground, gritted his teeth again and rushed towards Zhang Song.
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"Wanglong Academy, Zhang Songsheng!"
The result was exactly as Xia Yan expected.
"Xia Yan. You feel right again." Mi Xue stared at Xia Yan with a strange look in her eyes.
Just now when Wang Tianhe and Zhang Song were fighting, Mi Xue asked Xia Yan who would win in the end, and Xia Yan said that Zhang Song was stronger. Now, it really is Zhang Songsheng from Wanglong Academy.
"Hehe!" Xia Yan smiled, "Sister Mi Xue, you have to work hard!"
The next Ziye Academy will be playing is Michelle.
After Wang Tianhe withdrew from the arena, although his expression was a bit disappointed, he had completed the task. He won two of his three fights. As long as Purple Leaf Academy wins three more games, then the final victor will be their Purple Leaf Academy.
"Brother Wang, you've worked hard!" Xia Yan waited for Wang Tianhe to come closer, and said to Wang Tianhe with a smile.
Wang Tianhe shook his head, "Zhang Song is indeed stronger than me."
"Xia Yan, are you sure you can deal with Zhang Song?!" Wang Tianhe's complexion changed, he looked at Xia Yan and asked in a low voice.
"It should be possible." Xia Yan nodded.
"Purple Leaf Academy, Michelle wins!"
"Purple Leaf Academy, Michelle wins!"
Michelle. Like Wang Tianhe, he also won two games in a row. In the third match against Zhang Song, although Mi Xue's body skills are light and agile, but Zhang Song's sword skills are very defensive, and Mi Xue has very few chances.
After Michelle insisted on the tea time, she still lost in the end.
On the high platform!
"President Zhang Deshan, your Wanglong Academy has already lost four games, and if there is another one, Wanglong Academy will only be able to compete for the seventh place." Mr. Liu looked at Zhang Deshan and said with a smile, "But this Zhang Song's strength is really strong, I think he will step into the realm of a great spiritual master soon?!"
Zhang Deshan's eyes flashed, and he sneered, "These two students from Ziye Academy are really good. However, it's hard to say in the next three competitions. Can Xia Yan win one of them?! "
From Zhang Deshan's point of view, Xia Yan could hardly win a game.
"Xia Yan's body skills are good, but in a real fight, relying solely on body skills..." Mr. Qi, who was beside Mr. Liu, shook his head. It seems that Xia Yan is not optimistic either.
"Hehe, I don't think Xia Yan's strength is necessarily bad. As long as he wins one of the three games, Ziye Academy will win the final victory." Dianzhu Mu said with a smile.
"As a result, it will come out soon." Zhang Deshan looked down.
He didn't believe how strong Xia Yan, who was only fifteen years old, could be. At the age of fifteen, even if he started practicing from birth, he has only cultivated for fifteen years.
Start practicing from birth. How can this be
Therefore, Xia Yan did not practice for fifteen years. The other students who participated in the exchange meeting were almost all between the ages of twenty-five and thirty. In other words, the cultivation time of these students exceeded Xia Yan's ten years.
Ten years, how to make up? Besides, which of the students who can enter the eight first-class colleges in the mainland is not talented
Putting it all together, Xia Yan really couldn't win even one game.
On the high platform, not only Zhang Deshan has such a mentality, but even Mr. Liu, Mr. Qi and others feel that Xia Yan is unlikely to win one of them. After all, the age gap is there. If he were to compete with someone with average talent, then Xia Yan might still have a chance by relying on his own talent advantage, but now Xia Yan's opponents are all elites among the elites.
"Liu Yun, why did you bring Xia Yan to the college exchange meeting? There are quite a few geniuses in your Ziye College. If you bring another student who is as strong as Wang Tianhe and Mi Xue, In the contest between Ziye College and Wanglong College, Ziye College has a great chance of winning." A dean who has a good relationship with Dean Liu Yun said to Liu Yun in a low voice.
Liu Yun turned around, with a smile on his face, and said, "Since Xia Yan can come to the college exchange meeting, he is naturally capable enough. Hehe, wait a minute, you will know."
The dean was slightly taken aback, he didn't know where Liu Yun's self-confidence came from.
However, he didn't continue to say anything. No matter how much he said at this time, it was useless.
"Look, everyone, the youngest student is here!"
Some spectators pointed at Xia Yan who was walking towards the field and exclaimed.
After Xia Yan changed the weapons in the hands of the staff, he walked to the field like a leisurely stroll, waiting for the students of Wanglong Academy.
"I see him. He is only fifteen or sixteen years old. How can he participate in such an important college exchange meeting? Sigh, although Ziye College has won four games, I am afraid it will lose in the end." The cultivator showed a worried expression.
"Damn it, what on earth is Dean Liu Yun of Ziye College thinking, why did he let such a young student participate in the exchange meeting?!"
There are also viewers who support Purple Leaf Academy, and some are angry. They want Purple Leaf Academy to win, but now...
And those who supported Wanglong Academy, although Wanglong Academy had lost four games before, they looked relaxed at this moment.
"That young student seems to be very confident."
Someone saw Xia Yan's relaxed face, even casually holding the long stick in his hand, so they said loudly.
At this time, Xia Yan really didn't seem to be in a fierce competition, but seemed to be watching the game.
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"etc!"
When the big female student from Wanglong Academy was about to go on stage, Zhang Song stopped her suddenly.
The female student turned around and looked at Zhang Song in doubt. After losing two games in a row, the anger of this female student from Wanglong Academy could hardly be suppressed.
Zhang Song's eyes were serious, and he said slowly, "If we lose another game, then our academy will lose. So, at this critical moment, I should go first."
Zhang Song's mind is also extremely meticulous, and now it has reached a critical moment. Although he didn't think much of Xia Yan, but just to be safe, he decided to play by himself. Looking at Xia Yan's laid-back look, could it be that he has some powerful means
"En." The female student nodded, then retreated, and stood outside the arena again.
"Hmph, I want to see what kind of mystery you are making." Zhang Song sneered, and after changing his weapon, he strode towards the field.
"I think, this Xia Yan, I'm afraid he didn't think he wanted to win, that's why he was so relaxed." Gao Hai said loudly, feeling angry.
Zhang Song, who had already walked to the venue, heard this sentence. With a thought in his heart, he thought to himself, "Could it be that Xia Yan really didn't want to win, and just put on a show? But why did old man Liu Yun bring him here? Aren't he afraid of being scolded? Those students of Ziye College, don't they? Will you agree?!"
"Or, this Xia Yan has a special relationship with that Liu Yun?!"
Zhang Song shook his head, trying to get rid of distracting thoughts, "No matter what, I'll just be careful. In case Xia Yan has any hidden means..."
When Zhang Song's thoughts turned, he kept staring at Xia Yan who was not far away.
Although Xia Yan was less than ten meters in front of him, at this moment, Xia Yan still didn't have any serious expression on his face, just standing there casually. The long stick in his hand is like an ordinary person carrying a wooden stick to drive away his own domestic animals.
All of this made Zhang Song somewhat unacceptable. As soon as the distracting thoughts were eliminated, many distracting thoughts appeared again.
"Two students, are you all ready?!" The staff asked at this time.
The two nodded at the same time.
"Competition, the official start!" The staff shouted.
"Whoosh..."
As soon as the staff finished speaking, everyone saw a figure in the field like a cloud of smoke, and instantly lost its shape. Zhang Song's eyes suddenly widened, and subconsciously waved the stick in his hand to form a stick shadow, and the space in front of him was airtight. .