"Compared to last year, the top sixteen did not change much."
"Of course. If they were lucky enough to enter the top sixteen last year, they should be able to do so this year."
"The biggest change is You Ye's departure and Yang Qingxuan's entry. Compared to the top sixteen, I am more interested in this year's Four Kings. "
"That's right. This year is the Five Nation Tournament. The Four Kings will represent the school and it will be more meaningful."
The tens of thousands of people around the square were discussing.
Yang Qingxuan was still thinking about the mysteries of the Eight Note String Finger. He stood in the center with a dazed expression and kept gesturing with his hands.
Zuo Heng glanced over coldly. Although the finger gestures were clumsy, he could see that the technique was extraordinary. Each finger contained great power.
"This kid's talent is too terrifying. A year ago, he was just a Spirit Martial Force trash. In just a year, he can compete with me. I must take this opportunity to kill him. Otherwise, there will be no end of trouble!"
Zuo Heng's eyes became murky, but there was a thick murderous intent deep in his eyes.
He looked around and did not see Wu Qiyue. He could not help but frown. Why was Wu Qiyue not here for such an important competition?
"What are you thinking about?"
Yang Qingxuan was thinking about the Eight Note String Finger when a fragrance wafted over. Ai Wei's exquisite appearance appeared in front of him and interrupted his train of thought.
Yang Qingxuan answered honestly, "Eight Note String Finger."
Ai Wei's expression changed slightly. She had also learned the Invitation Finger and naturally knew what the Eight Note String Finger was. She looked around cautiously and said in a low voice, "You have learned the Eight Note String Finger?"
Yang Qingxuan said, "I am still far from 'mastering'. I have seen the Eight Note String Finger."
Ai Wei revealed an enchanting smile, her eyes twinkling as she said, "Can you teach me?"
Yang Qingxuan swallowed with difficulty. It was hard to control himself in front of such a beauty. He took two steps back and said firmly, "No."
This attracted the attention of the other fourteen people.
Ivy's cheeks turned red, and she snorted loudly, "If it's not good, then it's not good. If you want to pursue me, then there's no way, ever!"
She pouted and turned around angrily, ignoring Yang Qingxuan.
The rest of the people were baffled. They didn't know what they were talking about, but they all looked at Yang Qingxuan with strange gazes.
All sorts of discussions arose around the square. It was as if a pot had exploded, setting off a wave of heated discussions.
"So Yang Qingxuan likes Ivy. Heavens, what kind of love triangle is this?"
"Who said it's a triangle? Don't forget that it's Princess Su Ying."
"This … three of the Four Great Beauties of the Academy have been dragged into this. What more can one ask for in life?"
"Luckily, the goddess of my dreams is Yin Yao. There are no rumors. She is still as cold and arrogant as a fairy."
"Yeah, out of the four beauties, only Yin Yao hasn't fallen for him."
Jingjing stood in the crowd and angrily said, "Who does that Ai Wei think she is? How could Brother Qing Xuan fall in love with her? Shameless!"
Her words immediately attracted the attention of the crowd. Many of Ivy's admirers were furious, but seeing that she was a young girl, they didn't care.
Wenwen quickly pulled her and scolded, "Don't talk nonsense here. Don't you have enough trouble with us? Do you want to cause more trouble?!"
Jingjing pouted, her face full of dissatisfaction.
Su Ying and Su Ze stood together at a relatively close place. There were guards specially assigned to protect them, so no one came close.
Su Ying listened to the discussions around her and felt a little sad. She thought to herself, "Out of the Four Great Beauties, I'm the most useless. Whether it's Sister Qiyue, Sister Yin Yao, or Sister Ivy, they are all a hundred times stronger than me. Only they are worthy of Qing Xuan. How can I be on par with them? "
In the middle of the square, Chen Ting walked up and asked in a low voice, "You like Ivy?"
Yang Qingxuan almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He glared at Chen Ting and didn't say anything.
Chen Ting frowned and said, "Although Ivy's beauty is not below Wu Qiyue and Su Ying, you should be happy. Ivy has someone behind her who is even more difficult to deal with than Zuo Heng. "
He put his finger on his waist and secretly pointed at Lu Yifan, winking at Yang Qingxuan.
Yang Qingxuan rolled his eyes and said, "Go eat your melon."
Chen Ting laughed and said, "I'm doing this for your own good."
At this moment, a figure flew in from afar and stopped in mid-air. He raised his eyes and looked down coldly.
The square immediately became solemn and quiet.
The person in the air was Yi Kun. He was holding a metal box in his hand. He glanced at the sixteen people and said, "There are eight pairs of numbers in this box to determine your opponents."
Yi Kun opened the iron box, and the Real Qi in his hand vibrated. Suddenly, eight rays of light shot out from the inside, and shot towards the horizon.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed. Each ray of light was a small ball. They were very fast and flew hundreds of feet away in the blink of an eye.
However, the sixteen people looked on coldly. They didn't seem to want to snatch the ball first.
Yi Kun sneered and said, "Those who don't get a number plate will be eliminated."
"What?"
The sixteen people were shocked. The moment Yi Kun finished speaking, four or five people rushed up and chased after the small balls.
The sixteen balls flew in a fan shape and the distance between them kept increasing.
The ones closest to them were caught by those who acted first: Yin Yao, Lu Yifan, Chen Ting, and Ivy.
The remaining twelve people could only chase after the balls that were farther away.
One-eyed's Martial Spirit was very strange. He condensed a light that looked like a water mirror in front of him. He rushed into it and teleported hundreds of feet away.
He used it several times and caught up with a small ball. He happily grabbed it in his hand.
Suddenly, a figure as fast as lightning appeared beside him in a few steps. He said coldly, "This ball is mine."
One-eyed was shocked. He immediately recognized the voice as Yang Qingxuan. He said in surprise, "I got it first."
Yang Qingxuan sneered. He didn't say anything. He condensed the Fighting Ghost God in his palm and slashed with his sword.
"A little Noble Spirit, a thousand miles of wind!"
"You …!"
One-eyed was shocked. He hurriedly changed his body movement in the air. At the same time, his Martial Spirit turned into a light mirror. He rushed into it and disappeared.
Yang Qingxuan's sword missed its target, but he did not chase after the other balls. Instead, his figure flickered in the air like a bolt of lightning. He took three steps forward and teleported a hundred zhang away. Then, he glanced around and slashed at a certain spot in the void.
A light mirror appeared at the place where the sword light slashed. One-eyed's figure came out of it. His face was full of joy.
"Hmph, my Martial Spirit can teleport hundreds of feet away. You're just a new student. What can you do to me?"
The one-eyed man came out of the mirror and taunted Yang Qingxuan smugly. Then, he saw a sword slash down. Before he could react, the sword qi slashed into his chest and went straight through.
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