The Influence of Goddess Auja
"Today, someone won eight matches in a row in the arena, and all of them were defeated within five moves. That's amazing."
"He won eight matches in a row in a day. He instantly caught up with Li Tianwei's record of half a month."
"I heard that the disciple is still a handyman disciple. Is that true?"
"Winning eight matches in a row is nothing. I heard that he confessed to the number one Great Swordsman of Shendi College, who is also our goddess, Mentor Auja."
"Oh my God, is that true?"
"A handyman disciple dared to confess to Goddess Auja? Did we, did we, did we live like a dog for more than a year? "
"Why didn't Mentor Auja kill him?"
"Tomorrow is the battle between Auja's disciple, Wang Qingshan, and that handyman disciple. We can't miss it. Mentor Auja will definitely be there."
"I want to go too. I'm going to see Goddess Auja."
...
The entire first-years department was talking about this matter.
Auja was very popular in the first-years department because she was the goddess in the hearts of countless young men. She was cold, a queen, had big breasts, perky buttocks, and exuded a natural possessiveness that men would have when they saw her.
Not only the students, but many elders and mentors also regarded Auja as a goddess.
It could be said that …
Winning eight matches in a row didn't cause a sensation, but Long Fei's confession to Auja caused a huge sensation. To be precise, it wasn't a sensation.
It was anger!
It was as if their goddess had been desecrated.
No matter what, it couldn't be a handyman disciple's confession.
They had to meet that handyman disciple. Auja was the goddess of the Combat Institution. Even if she wanted to confess, it should be an expert of the Combat Institution. She belonged to the Combat Institution.
All of a sudden …
Many people were rubbing their palms and secretly getting ready.
Many experts in the Martial Arena were attracted over.
Tomorrow's arena was destined to be exceptionally exciting.
The handyman department.
The strange thing was that Liu Ba was already in a state of disappearance.
Ever since he returned from the Martial Depository, he had "disappeared" and never appeared again.
This was a joyous occasion for the disciples of the Handyman Department.
In the courtyard of the Odd Job Department.
Fan Tong rushed in anxiously and said, "Young Master Long, the reaction is too intense."
Sun Tou said, "I knew it. He won eight rounds in a row as a service disciple. Tomorrow, there will definitely be experts who will stop Long Fei. Tomorrow, the real experts will appear."
Fan Tong said, "There aren't many people talking about winning eight matches in a row."
Sun Tou was taken aback. "Then what are they so excited about?"
Fan Tong looked at Long Fei and said, "They're talking about Young Master Long's confession to Auja. They're saying that a servant disciple like him isn't qualified to confess to Goddess Auja. They're going to kill Young Master Long on the martial arena tomorrow."
"Huh?"
Sun Tou frowned and murmured, "This is bad. I neglected Goddess Auja's influence in Shendi College."
Sun Tou looked at Long Fei and said, "How about a truce tomorrow?"
"No way!"
Long Fei said, "Winning eight matches in a row today will only give me a hundred points. These people have too few points. It will be too difficult to win a thousand points."
He also knew that the people who were competing with him today were all Rank 2 or 3 Crazy Immortal disciples. Their cultivation was not high, and they had very few points.
They couldn't win much.
If he wanted to quickly accumulate points, he had to win against some experts.
Long Fei really couldn't wait any longer.
He didn't feel anything before, but now he felt that his level was too low.
He had to obtain the status of an official disciple as soon as possible.
He had to go on a mission as soon as possible and leave Shendi College to hunt demonic beasts to level up. Also, the 'Dragon Head Universe Map' had been lingering in his mind.
He had a feeling that somewhere, the 'dragon head' was calling out to him.
Maybe.
The dragon head was really Yuan Long's head.
Dragon head!
Long Fei didn't have time to wait any longer, so no matter what kind of strong opponent he met tomorrow, he would go all out. He thought to himself, "No one can stop me, no one!"
Seeing that Long Fei was so determined, Big Head Sun didn't say anything else.
"Have a good rest. There will be a lot of people watching tomorrow."
"You must win a few more matches, unleash your strongest power, and let those Martial Arts Institute elders take a fancy to you. That way, you will obtain the status of an official disciple, and they will choose you." Sun Tou smiled slightly.
An official disciple could join the eighteenth generation Martial Arts Institute.
However …
The premise was that there was a Martial Arts Institute to take them in.
If he unleashed enough power, there would definitely be a Martial Arts Institute that would take him in.
Long Fei nodded, and said: "I understand."
"Sun Tou."
"Fan Tong, Dajun, wait for me. When I become an official disciple, I will do my best to earn points to help you exchange for the status of an official disciple." Long Fei swore in his heart.
He did not say it out loud.
However …
He would definitely do it.
Night.
Long Fei had transformed into a demon. After cultivating in the god's bone taboo for so long, his god's demon body had completely changed, becoming a black Bone Demon.
The devil qi on his body had also become abnormally turbulent.
Moreover.
It contained a powerful god's bone power.
Every bone contained an explosive power.
However, the side effects of cultivating the god's bone taboo had also appeared. Long Fei's demon body had become extremely ugly, and the uglier it was, the stronger his strength was, and the stronger the god's bone power was.
In Sengoku, Long Fei had never used the power of the god's demon body before. He had always used it to cultivate his cultivation technique.
What realm had his god's demon body reached?
Long Fei didn't know either.
"Limitless Sword Dao!"
Long Fei moved, and the demon sword in his hand moved, "Sword Drawing Style!"
"Buzz!"
The sword intent wreaked havoc, and the sword qi was released crazily like steam.
"Limitless Sword Dao against Unparalleled Sword Lady, Sword Saint against Sword Lady, hehe … Just thinking about it makes me excited." Long Fei's heart was boiling.
His fighting spirit was also burning.
In tomorrow's battle, he had to bring out the might of the Sword Saint.
"Sword Drawing Style!"
"Ding!"
"proficiency + 12 points"
"Limitless Sword Dao!"
"Holy Sword 81 Moves."
"Ding!"
… ….
His proficiency level continued to rise. Other than training his proficiency level, Long Fei's mind was not idle. He was still comprehending an even stronger sword intent in the Limitless Sword Dao.
He believed that there was an even stronger sword intent.
In another place.
In Wang Qingshan's courtyard, he did the same action again and again. Draw your sword!
Over and over again.
It went on and on.
Auja had asked him to cultivate ten thousand times. He had already reached this number, but he did not stop and continued to train.
He wanted to win.
He had to win.
He wanted to protect the goddess.
Long Fei's words angered the depths of his heart.
Wang Qingshan's right hand moved, and his sword flew out, slashing out a sword intent in the air, and said solemnly: "Only a true expert is worthy of Teacher Auja, a Odd Job Disciple, you are not qualified!"
"Not even a little bit!"
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