The Xichen Building was opened, Liang Banhu and Qijian came out, the priest from Li Gong announced that Qijian was the winner, causing an uproar in the audience, but they didn't respond, they whispered something, as if they didn't care about the spots on their clothes There are cracks, bloodstains everywhere, and there are still remnants of the holy light treatment in the clothes.
They continued talking in low tones as they descended the stone steps toward the stream.
Some candidates got closer, only to hear that the pair of senior brothers were actually discussing the previous battle with each other. You used this move incorrectly, and you did that move too slowly...
In recent years, the Seven Laws of the Kingdom of God have been the idols or goals of many young practitioners. The battles of the seven Lishan Sword Sect disciples have been passed down in the world, and they are a topic that many people talk about. Yu Yizhao's sword test, because it was a rare failure of the Seven Laws of the Kingdom of God, was repeatedly researched and commented on.
But few people have seen the battle between their brothers and sisters.
Until today, people don't know why the younger generation of the Lishan Sword Sect is so powerful, and why the light of the Seven Laws of the Kingdom of God is so dazzling.
Fighting against each other in the same sect, they did not spare any strength, but they did not hold grudges, because in their eyes, these were just ordinary things.
Doing this ordinary thing every day is extraordinary, how can Li Shan not be strong
Tang Thirty-Six looked at the four disciples of Lishan Sword Sect by the stream, and said somewhat disappointed: "So it's only natural that I lost to Liang Banhu, and Qijian is far stronger than me."
The loss and strength here do not refer to realm strength, but to something else.
Chen Changsheng said, "We can learn from them."
Tang Thirty-Six glanced at him and said, "How to learn? Didn't you realize that Liang Banhu was also very happy when he lost, and he was really happy."
"Um?"
"In the Dachao Trial, they can use their swords as much as they want without worrying about being disabled or dying. This makes them very happy."
"so?"
"I'm not this kind of monster, I can't learn, I admit defeat."
From entering the Li Palace early in the morning to then entering the school in Qingye World, from Zhaowen Hall to Xichen Building, there were not many Li Palace priests who appeared in front of the examinees, but in fact, the entire Li Palace, more precisely, the entire state education system They are all serving the Dachao Examination. There are many priests who are not seen by the candidates doing various jobs. It is very difficult to think about death in the Dachao Examination.
When he walked into the Xichen Building again, Chen Changsheng took a special look upstairs, but didn't see anyone, and then he saw his opponent.
In the third round of the match, his opponent was a little girl, Ye Xiaolian, the little junior sister of the Holy Maiden Peak who was scolded and cried by Tang Thirty-Six at the Shinto side that day.
The Holy Maiden Peak, like the Changsheng Sect, is the two major sects in the southern state religion system, with many sects under its jurisdiction. Ye Xiaolian comes from Cijian Temple, which is clearly stated in the information provided by the Jiaoshu Office for the Orthodox Academy. This little girl has good cultivation qualifications. When she reaches the age, she may directly enter Nanxi Zhai. Of course, she can only enter the outer sect to practice.
No matter how good her cultivation aptitude is, Ye Xiaolian is too young. As one of the youngest contestants in the Grand Examination, her realm is very unstable. Logically speaking, it is difficult to enter the third round of the battle, but her The lottery was very good, and she won the first round very smoothly. The opponent in the second round was a folk student who had to pass the preparatory examination to participate in the imperial examination. The magic weapon of the mountain gate that she carried with her was lucky enough to win this round. After she left the Xichenlou, she threw herself into the arms of her senior sister and cried. She was overwhelmed with surprise.
In the third round of drawing lots, she heard Chen Changsheng's name, and she knew that her luck was finally over.
Ye Xiaolian looked at Chen Changsheng, his immature face was full of nervousness, and it turned slightly pale.
That day in the Shinto, she scolded Chen Changsheng as a toad who wanted to eat phoenix meat. She always thought that Chen Changsheng was a useless piece of trash, but who would have thought that Chen Changsheng had been connected for two rounds, and changed in the last round? It was Huo Guang who defeated Huaiyuan, which was different from her excellent luck in signing, of course it relied on his own strength.
Ye Xiaolian knew that he was not Chen Changsheng's opponent, thinking that he had offended this person before, he felt even more nervous.
At this moment, the examiner's voice came from the second floor: "Get ready, let's start."
Chen Changsheng looked at Ye Xiaolian and nodded.
After being glanced at by him, Ye Xiaolian became uncontrollably frightened, her eyes were reddish, and her dress trembled slightly.
Chen Changsheng was slightly taken aback, thinking what's the matter
Ye Xiaolian was really frightened, her body kept shaking, and the string of bells on her wrist also trembled, making a crisp knocking sound.
The crisp sound of the bell made her wake up a bit, and she mustered up the courage to throw the bell on her wrist at Chen Changsheng.
There was a distance of more than ten feet between her and Chen Changsheng, and the string of bells arrived in front of Chen Changsheng in an instant.
This string of bells is the sanskrit bell of the mountain gate of Cijian Temple. It is completely incomparable with legendary magic tools such as Qianli Button, but it is also extremely powerful, compared to the one from Tiandaoyuan encountered in the first round The umbrella can't be too weak, otherwise she wouldn't be able to directly defeat her opponent with this magic weapon in the second round.
I don't know what kind of metal this string of bells is made of. There is a sharp sword intent faintly in the string, and there is some kind of aura hidden in the clear voice, which can interfere with the movement of the practitioner's true energy. It's just Ye Xiaolian's luck It seemed that they had really run out in the first few rounds. The weakest thing about her opponent, Chen Changsheng, was the amount of true energy, and he also needed the least amount of true energy to fight.
He punched forward with his right hand, and then spread his fingers in the air, blooming like a flower, and grasped the string of Sanskrit bells with extreme accuracy.
The Sanskrit bell kept trembling in his palm, as if it was struggling, transmitting huge power to the surroundings, and at the same time, the aura that interfered with the movement of the true essence became more and more fierce.
The movement of the true energy in Chen Changsheng's body was indeed greatly affected. The problem was that even if the Sanskrit bell did nothing, the movement of his true energy would have been difficult to smooth, and his meridians would have been cut off.
He didn't use real energy, but only relying on his physical strength, he held the string of Sanskrit bells tightly in his hand.
when! when! when!
Fanyinling trembled violently, struggling, trying to jump out of his grasp, but couldn't.
After counting breaths, the Sanskrit bell finally calmed down and stopped in his palm.
Looking at this scene, Ye Xiaolian completely forgot that she was fighting, and covered her mouth with her hand, extremely surprised.
The Sanskrit bells were given to her by the teacher of Cijian Temple. She knew very well how powerful the string of Sanskrit bells were when they danced, and it was difficult to control. She had thought that Chen Changsheng could have many ways to make the Sanskrit bells easily The bell lost its effect, but it never occurred to Chen Changsheng to hold the Sanskrit bell with his palm.
The crisp bell disappeared, and the dust-cleaning building was completely quiet.
Ye Xiaolian was shocked and speechless, and had no next move at all.
Chen Changsheng didn't continue to make a move either, he held the string of bells and looked towards the second floor.
The room on the second floor was still quiet. I don't know if it was because of Chen Changsheng's inhuman strength, or because of some other reason, no one spoke.
Mo Yu said indifferently: "Don't you really think he would humiliate a little girl? He's not Tang Tang."
This sentence revealed some hidden intentions and made a conclusion.
A priest from the Li Palace appeared by the fence on the second floor, looked at Ye Xiaolian and asked, "Admit defeat?"
Ye Xiaolian nodded, her eyes were slightly red.
Chen Changsheng put the Sanskrit bell on the yellow sand at his feet, turned around and walked out of the Xichen Building.
He didn't speak ill of the little girl who had humiliated him, and he ignored her.
Ye Xiaolian stared blankly at his footsteps, suddenly feeling a little helpless.
Previously, she was ready to be defeated by Chen Changsheng and then humiliated, but she never thought that he would not do so.
After leaving the Xichen Building, Chen Changsheng walked back to the forest.
Ye Xiaolian walked back to her senior sister, raised her sleeves, and wiped away her tears.
"Pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?"
Tang Thirty-Six looked at Chen Changsheng and said with a sneer, "Then who am I?"
Chen Changsheng asked: "Then if it were you, what would you do?"
Tang Thirty-Six thought about it, and found that he couldn't do anything. He doesn't like that little girl named Ye Xiaolian. It's okay to be harsh, because the quarrel depends on writing skills, lung capacity and shamelessness, but you can't really beat her up, can you? Wouldn't that be bullying the weak
The next one to appear is Luoluo.
Of the four Huaiyuan scholars who participated in the Great Court Examination, there are only two left, and her opponent this time is the other one besides Zhong Hui.
She and the Huaiyuan scholar walked into the Xichen Building.
Footsteps sounded on the second floor.
Some great persons came to the windows to watch the battle. They were really curious about how far His Royal Highness Luoluo has now made Tianji Pavilion change the list of Qingyun Ranking. In the first round, Luoluo met too weak an opponent, and Tianhai Shengxue abstained directly in the second round, so this round must be played, right
Luoluo untied the Luoyu whip from her side, looked at the Huaiyuan scholar and said, "Use the sword first."
She was respectful and polite to Chen Changsheng in the Orthodox Academy, well-behaved, and occasionally acted like a baby, but her aura when facing others was completely different. Elders are completely ignored by her, let alone this Huaiyuan scholar.
She didn't intentionally be condescending or domineering, but she was graceful and calm, and her words were indifferent, so she had a kind of nobility and power.
The Huaiyuan scholar's expression changed slightly, and he slowly drew his long sword from its sheath.
His movements were very slow, but the sound of the long sword leaving its sheath was extremely crisp.
There's a bang!
A bright sword light flashed over a distance of more than ten feet in an instant, and came to Luoluo's eyes!
Luoluo's eyes didn't even blink, and her eyelashes didn't tremble a bit.
Pale yellow!
The falling rain whip in her hand danced wildly.
Zhongshan Fengyujian held the incomparably majestic true energy, easily annihilated the sword light, and then attacked the opposite Huaiyuan scholar.
The academy is a small world, and the sense of heaven and earth is more sensitive. As she casts the Zhongshan Wind and Rain Sword, a vision appears in the blue sky.
A dark cloud floated from nowhere, covering the entire Xichen Building.
Then it started to rain.
Just like before the start of the battle, the black eaves of Xichenlou were washed again.
She used a rain whip, and the raindrops were the whip head.
The raindrops fell between the eaves and on the yellow sand, making a crackling sound.
It was like the sound of a whip whipping someone.
The rain was gradually falling, and the rain poured down. The rain curtains in the Xichen building were dense, and it was no longer possible to see things.
Occasionally, a sword light flashed, and it was instantly swallowed by the rainstorm.
After a while, there was an extremely clear and crisp sound in the building, pop!
The rainstorm stopped suddenly.
The Huaiyuan scholar fell powerlessly in the corner, covered in scars, blood and rain mixed together.
His face was pale, his blue lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of despair.
It was the despair after being crushed by absolute strength.
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