Since he was here, he had to do it!
Long Fei was very anxious to unravel the secret of the Drogon Area.
However, there was someone who was even more anxious than him. Primacron!
Nineteen was arranged by Primacron to help Long Fei clear some obstacles.
It just so happened that Zang Tianye had left Shendi College, so he naturally took care of Long Fei in the name of Zang Tianye.
It was flawless.
… ….
In the arena.
"Alright!"
"So beautiful!"
"Eighth match, Li Tianwei wins!"
"He has won eight matches in a row in half a month, and his points have already reached 380 points."
"Too amazing, as expected of the top 100 geniuses among the first years."
… ….
Enthusiastic cheers resounded throughout the arena.
Li Tianwei walked down the stage, and a few lackeys immediately went up to him, flattering him: "Young Master Li won so beautifully, he crushed you in an instant."
"Hahaha …" "After this match, your ranking will definitely advance by ten places."
"It's not just ten, I think you'll enter the top fifty."
Li Tianwei laughed proudly, and said: "Other people have to work hard to get that little bit of points, I can win so many points just by moving my hands, hahaha …"
It was indeed amazing to be able to win eight matches in a row.
However …
The record of the arena was 18 consecutive wins, which was left behind by a person called 'Nameless'.
It was not that his name was Nameless, but that he did not leave behind a name. Therefore, he was called 'Nameless', and was the idol of every battle fanatic.
"Bang, bang, bang."
A disciple walked in front of the battle drum and beat it.
Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice.
The disciple's body turned illusory as he leaped down from a high place and landed firmly on the arena. He cupped his hands and said, "Combat Academy, sword cultivator, Crazy Immortal, first year disciple Wang Qingshan."
"A newcomer?"
"His name isn't on the battle record, he should be a newcomer."
"He's from the Combat Academy, he should be preparing for the first years' ranking tournament in half a year, right?"
"It should be."
"Training in the arena is the usual training method of Sword Mentor Auja. However, to be able to catch the eye of Sword Mentor Auja, it shows that this kid is not simple."
There were many people gathered in the arena.
"I'll challenge you."
During the conversation.
A burly man walked out with a heavy axe on his shoulder. He walked up the stage and said, "First year disciple, major in strength, Fifth Stage Crazy Immortal, Cheng Da Fu."
New disciples of the Combat Hall had 10 original points.
Cheng Dafu's original points were eight.
Cheng Dafu said, "We'll bet everything on it."
Wang Qingshan also said, "Bet everything."
Long Fei watched from afar and asked, "Chief Sun, what do you mean by betting everything?"
Big Head Sun said, "Betting everything means betting all your points. If you lose, you will have zero points. Moreover, you are not allowed to fight again for half a month."
"In other words, I'll lose the chance to earn points in the arena."
Long Fei nodded: "What are my original points?"
Big Head Sun looked at Long Fei and scratched his head, then said: "Well, I don't know either, the War Martial Academy is the main Martial Academy, the original points of the disciples of the War Martial Academy are all 10 points, and none of us, the Odd Job Disciples, have ever been on the arena, so I'm not sure how many points we have."
Fan Tong said, and said: "I need to evaluate it."
At this moment.
The arena had already begun.
Cheng Dafu's strength was astonishing, every move of his seemed to be able to cut through the heavens and earth, and wherever the axe moved, it was as if gods and ghosts were crying.
Long Fei was slightly shocked in his heart, "What a powerful strength."
If he did not use other powers, Long Fei would not be able to release this kind of power.
Wang Qingshan dodged continuously, and every time, it was just right.
His movement technique was like a ghost, as if he was a piece of paper floating in the air.
"Shendi College is indeed worthy of being called the number one academy in the God's Martial Continent." Long Fei was shocked once again. He did not feel this way during the examination.
Seeing the battle between the two disciples, he suddenly felt that it was really different.
It was truly a gathering place for geniuses.
"I'm going to attack!"
Wang Qingshan lightly said.
Cheng Dafu shouted, "If you don't use your sword, I will hack you to death."
"Alright!"
Wang Qingshan's figure moved, his right hand holding onto the hilt of the sword, and he said softly, "Break!"
"Shua!"
"Buzz!"
Long Fei's eyes suddenly shook, "Lightning Sword Drawing Style!"
"It's shockingly fast!"
He had cultivated the Solitary Nine Swords to the eighth level, but even so, he could only barely see the technique, strength, and speed of drawing the sword.
It was like lightning.
When the sword struck out, it was directly pointed at Cheng Dafu's throat, and the sword Qi on the sword's body slowly burned like a flame.
"Cheng Dafu is defeated!"
The axe in Cheng Dafu's hand fell, and he laughed foolishly: "Such a fast sword technique, I hope to meet you again in this year's Ranking Tournament. At that time, I will definitely teach you a good lesson."
Wang Qingshan retracted his sword and said: "Senior brother, thank you for letting me win."
Sun Datou muttered from afar: "It's too fast, I can't even see it clearly."
"This is the difference."
"I can't keep up at all."
"Sword Instructor Auja is the Great Teacher of Sword Arts in Shendi College. If I can get her guidance, I will definitely be able to improve by leaps and bounds." Fan Tong's eyes were filled with envy.
Cultivation depended on oneself.
However …
If he could have a good teacher to guide him, his cultivation would be much faster.
That sword strike just now was very similar to the 'Sword Drawing Style' of the Solitary Nine Swords that Long Fei had cultivated. Long Fei thought to himself: "Sword Instructor Auja, did you comprehend the Sword Drawing Style?"
Suddenly.
Long Fei was very interested in this Sword Instructor Auja.
At this moment.
Long Fei walked to the side of the war drum and beat it.
The people in the arena were shocked again, "Why is there another newcomer joining today?"
"Looks like a lot of people are battle fanatics."
"What's the background of this person?" "I've never seen him before."
"Is he a first year disciple?"
While they were talking …
Long Fei slowly walked down the stairs and onto the stage. He cupped his hands and said: "Odd job department, no main cultivation, sixth grade spirit immortal, new disciple Long Fei!"
Just as he finished speaking, the entire arena fell silent.
"Puchi!"
One person couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Hahaha …"
"Hahaha …"
At the same time. The people in the arena all laughed out loud.
"Odd job department? No major? Your major should be sweeping the floor, right? "Hahaha …"
"Brat, you've come to the wrong place."
"Do you want to clean the arena?"
"Are you here to tease me?"
"This is the funniest joke I've heard this year. A disciple of the Odd Job Department came to the arena to challenge you. Are you trying to scare me to death?"
Ridicule, they were all ridiculing him.
Long Fei had expected it.
However …
He stood motionless on the stage, ignoring the ridicule around him. Along the way, he was already used to all kinds of ridicule. When others ridicule you, don't be in a hurry to get angry. Use your strongest strength to crush them, and then see if they can laugh. Then, they will realize that they are laughing at your ignorance.
A manager of the arena walked up and said: "Are you sure you want to participate in the Martial Arts Competition?"
Long Fei nodded, and said: "I'm sure."
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