From the high platform to the arena. About a kilometer. At Liu Yun's full running speed, it can be reached in a dozen or so breaths.
However, during these ten or so breaths, many things can happen.
In a boulder that was more messy than the arena, Xia Yan and Wang Yu, two people, moved their bodies almost at the same time. Wang Yu swooped down from a high altitude, holding a black cloud-breaking mace, so fast that the eyes could hardly catch it.
And Xia Yan also strode forward on the ground. The boulder ravine under his feet couldn't affect Xia Yan's speed at all. The distance between the two was less than a hundred meters, and they sprinted with all their strength, but they collided in an instant.
"Oops!" Liu Yun rushed halfway to his body and stopped suddenly.
At this time, it was too late for him, and he could only watch the two fight again.
The two figures stopped at the same time after meeting together!
In an instant, as if even time had been frozen, there was silence. After this silence, suddenly...
"Clang!"
The cloud-breaking mace in Wang Yu's hand. It broke directly.
Then, Wang Yu's body rolled and flew out strangely. Obviously, Wang Yu couldn't control his body at this time. As for Xia Yan, holding the Chenxi sword in his backhand, he slammed a little bit on a boulder beside him, barely able to stand on his already unsteady body.
On Xia Yan's face, after a flush of red, it turned pale again, but his eyes were bright and sparkling with excitement. The spiritual power in the body is almost completely exhausted at this time. Xia Yan's phantom body technique was not very effective when fighting against the strong spirit sect.
"Pfft..."
This time, Wang Yu couldn't continue to fly in the air. After flipping continuously, Wang Yu fell heavily on the ground, making a heavy impact sound.
The cyan clothes were covered with stone powder floating around, and the bent body trembled violently for a while, and suddenly Wang Yuran spat out several mouthfuls of blood.
Xia Yan looked at Wang Yu who was lying on the ground, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"All the spiritual power is condensed and then the tip of the Lingluo sword is really powerful. This Wang Yu can't completely remove this condensed power." Xia Yan's thoughts changed, "His weapon, the cloud-breaking mace, has also been destroyed by us. It broke. This cloud-breaking mace is probably worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins."
Xia Yan shook his head. Look at the top part of the Poyun Mace on the ground.
Xia Yan turned his eyes and carefully looked at the Chenxi sword in his hand. The body of the Chenxi sword was not damaged at all.
"Purple Leaf Academy, Xia Yan wins!"
After a dozen or so breaths of silence, the staff announced the result.
"Xia Yan, how do you feel?!" Liu Yun has already walked quickly to the field, looking at Xia Yan with worried eyes. Xia Yan's injury is definitely not serious, and it may affect his going to Tiangong to participate in the assessment.
If you can't enter the Heavenly Palace because of this, then...
"Master, I'm fine." Xia Yan looked at Liu Yun and smiled.
"Xia Yan..." Mi Xue hurriedly supported Xia Yan, her face was full of concern, tears flashed in her eyes, and then she turned her head away.
"Xia Yan, Mr. Liu said just now that the fight is over!" Wang Tianhe saw that he had just woken up from the shock, and I am afraid he will never forget this fierce fight.
Look at the mess around, this level of fighting, these ordinary great spiritual masters. It's impossible to even get close, let alone participate.
"When Mr. Liu announced the end of the fight, Wang Yu and I had reached the limit of our arrogance, and neither of us wanted to let go of this aura. Besides, I really wanted to decide the outcome with him." Xia Yan said with a grin.
"It's too dangerous for you to do this!" Liu Yun said solemnly.
"Master, I know I'll be fine." Xia Yan tried to walk around in place a few times.
"The feeling of condensing the gushing spiritual power into a point just now!" Xia Yan frowned slightly, and began to recall the last attack method.
Although the five strands of spiritual power cannot be used at the same time, if only one of them is condensed into one point to attack, the power can be doubled. Otherwise, Xia Yan would not be able to defeat Wang Yu who was in the Lingzong realm.
After a while, Mr. Liu and others also came to the arena from the high platform and asked about Xia Yan and Wang Yu's injuries.
With the support of Fang Kui and Bayu Liang, Wang Yu barely stood up, still holding the half of the cloud-breaking mace, staring at Xia Yan, her lips were biting purple, and her eyes were extremely complicated.
He, Wang Yu, didn't understand why Xia Yan's strength in the final collision seemed to have doubled suddenly. This force directly crushed the spiritual power that gathered around his body and did not disperse. When this spiritual power collapsed, he would no longer be able to control his body to fly in the air.
In the competition between Purple Leaf Academy and Longteng Academy, Longteng Academy still won in the end.
Even so, Ziye Academy seems to have received louder applause than Longteng Academy, especially Xia Yan from Ziye Academy! Xia Yan's performance has driven countless people crazy.
Mr. Liu and others, as well as the deans of several colleges, gathered in the center of the square.
Yu Sihe, the dean of Lufthansa Academy, and Yu Yan, the dean of Ethereal Academy. As well as the students from several colleges, all of them looked at Xia Yan with weird eyes.
"Xia Yan, how do you feel?!" Mr. Liu asked Xia Yan alone.
"Thank you Mr. Liu for your relationship. There is nothing serious about the disciple, just rest for two days." Xia Yan responded quickly.
"You and Wang Yu are so reckless. In the end, you are so desperate. If there is a mistake, I will be blamed. You are exchanging ideas, not fighting to the death!" See Xia Yanhe Wang Yu didn't lack any body parts, and Mr. Liu felt relieved, jokingly said.
He was right, whether it was Xia Yan or Wang Yu, whether they were dead or disabled, he was very responsible. After all, he was the one who presided over the academy exchange meeting, and he was the one who agreed that the two students would not change their weapons to compete.
"Hehe, as long as you are fine, cultivate well." Palace Master Mu was standing beside Xia Yan, and said at this time, looking into Xia Yan's eyes. There seems to be another meaning.
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After the cup of tea, everyone returned to Ziyue Restaurant from the communication center.
The three of Xia Yan returned to Dichun Garden first.
And Liu Yun and others followed Mr. Liu into Guangling Garden to discuss things after the exchange meeting, such as going to the Holy Mountain to present awards.
"Xia Yan, that Lingzong Wang Yu is no match for you." Wang Tianhe couldn't help saying loudly as soon as he entered the door.
He had been with a group of big shots just now, and he kept holding back and didn't dare to speak out.
"Then Wang Yu flew up, but he still couldn't beat Xia Yan." Mi Xue also interjected.
"Xia Yan. You said that you are only in the late stage of a great spiritual master, but Wang Yu is in the realm of a spiritual sect, but why was he still defeated by you?!" Wang Tianhe suddenly frowned and asked in doubt.
With Wang Tianhe's current state, even though he was present, he still couldn't fully feel the power of the martial arts that Xia Yan displayed at that time.
"Wang Yu is really strong. He is worthy of being a strongman of the Spirit Sect. I can defeat him because of a lot of luck." Xia Yan's expression froze, and he pondered for a while before saying.
At that time, if Xia Yan hadn't suddenly realized the method of condensing spiritual power, Xia Yan would have undoubtedly lost.
"Hehe, no matter what, you won!" Wang Tianhe said indifferently.
The three of them chatted for a while, and the spiritual power in Xia Yan's body was slowly recovering. However, if you want to fully recover, I am afraid it will take a long time. In this fight, Xia Yan's body was severely damaged to a large extent from the meridians, to the muscles, to the bones. In a short period of time, the spiritual power in the body cannot be fully recovered.
If it weren't for Xia Yan's special spiritual power and healing effect, he might have been lying down and unable to get up during the competition.
"Squeak..."
The door of Dichunyuan's room was opened, and Liu Yun walked in.
"Xia Yan, in three days, we will head to the Holy Mountain." Liu Yun said joyfully.
It is also a great honor for Liu Yun to enter the holy mountain.
Liu Yun also imagined that he could lead the students of Ziye Academy to the holy mountain to accept the award, but that was just imagination. Liu Yun, I really didn't expect such a day to come.
"Three days later?!"
The three of Xia Yan all showed joy.
"I don't know, what rewards will we have." Xia Yan looked at Wang Tianhe and Michelle, and said with a natural smile.
"Hehe, the rewards from Tianshan Mountain. They are all handwritten by the Holy Emperor, so you will be stingy? Don't worry!" Liu Yun said with a smile.
The three of Xia Yan also nodded.
Holy Emperor, if you just take out something, I'm afraid it will be terrible. How could the three-year awards be stingy
The three of them were all looking forward to accepting the award at the Holy Mountain in the near future.
"Boom boom boom!"
Outside, there was a knock on the door.
"My lords, the master of the temple wants to see you all." The waiter said outside.
"Oh, Mu Yue, the master of the Ziyue City Temple?!" Liu Yun was stunned.
He and Mu Yue don't seem to have any friendship.
Liu Yun was taken aback for a moment, then took a few steps forward, opened the door, and there were two slim figures standing outside the door.
The three of Xia Yan also looked outside the door.
"Hehe, Dean Liu Yun! I came here to congratulate you Ziye Academy." Mu Yue said to Liu Yun with a smile.
Beside her, there is a young woman with a body like catkins and charming eyes like flowers. She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a light purple floral dress, with black hair hanging behind her back, and her face was slightly lowered.
"Master Mu, please come in!" Liu Yun hurriedly welcomed the two of them in.
The three of Xia Yan stood up and took a few steps to one side.
"Please sit down!" Liu Yun pointed to the table and chairs and said politely.
"Principal Liu Yun, you are welcome. I am here today. The first is to congratulate Ziye College, and the second is to invite everyone to my home." Dianzhu Mu looked at Xia Yan, and a beautiful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth .
This Palace Master Mu should be in his forties, close to fifty years old, but he looks like he is only in his thirties. A black dress completely outlined her curvy figure.
Xia Yan and the three of them all smelled a faint fragrance.
"Dianzhu Mu invited us to be a guest? This girl looks a bit like Dianzhu Mu." Xia Yan observed a little bit, and saw that the woman next to Dianzhu Mu was similar to Dianzhu Mu.