Chapter 99

The competition two days ago may be a test of the strength of the two academies, but today is different. The champion determined today can get the number of young generals. Even if it is not the champion, the top ten can become the leader of the imperial * * team. Many teenagers want to be successful and famous. Today is their opportunity.

Twenty qualified colleges of zhanhu college and Shengguang college are divided into two teams to perform martial arts on both sides.

Facing the class that had participated in the competition, Xiao Feng asked from the first class: "can any students participate in the battle of the championship?" Although he knew it was impossible, the Taifu Xiao Feng was a rigid person who didn't choose to buckle. After three times, no one responded, so he asked the fourth class.

"Can someone take part in the championship..."

"I'll attend." Before Xiao Feng's voice fell to the ground, Lin Feng pushed aside Wayne Moore, who was standing obliquely in front of him, and strode out.

"Lin Feng, are you going to fight for the championship? Have you figured it out? " Xiao Feng seemed to approve and asked again.

"Yes, Mr. Taifu, Lin Feng decided to join the war." Lin Fengzhan reached the front of the students of level 4 class.

"Well, please stand on the stage, student Lin Feng." Xiao Feng looked at Lin Feng's answer firmly. He stood at the top and said that his face was full of worry. Don't forget that Lin Feng was almost a disciple of master Xiao Feng when he practiced literature. Moreover, Xiao Feng took a fancy to Lin Feng's talent and was full of regret for Lin Feng's abandonment of literature to practice martial arts.

Lin Feng walked towards the stage.

"Lin Feng, we support you!" Wayne Moore shouted with Mitch Xiaorong.

"We support you!" All the colleges in level Four stood up and shouted.

Lin Feng stopped, twisted and stretched out his free left arm, clenched his fist, then loosened his palm and stretched out his thumb. After finishing the action, Lin Feng went to the challenge arena and stood next to the students of level 6 class of zhanhu college.

"If we meet this time, we can fight. I'm optimistic about you." Zhao Xuan, standing on the edge, looked at Lin Feng and said with a smile.

Lin Feng was the only one in class 4 to participate in the championship battle. Shengguang college didn't have such a freak as Lin Feng. When Taifu Xiao Feng asked class 5, Guan canglan of zhanhu college laughed and said, "all the class 4 participated, and I can't flinch, can't I?" Then he stepped towards the stage.

Then Wayne Shaokang of Shengguang college also set foot on the martial arts field with a gloomy face. Surprisingly, Wayne Laner stood up and followed several people.

One in level Four and three in level five. Together with the 20 people in the original level 6 class, a final battle lineup of 24 people was formed.

The next step is to draw lots according to the procedure. Lin Feng doesn't care much. After all, his goal is the final champion. It doesn't matter who he meets.

"Hehe, as I estimated, your goal is not the champion of level 4 class. I hope we will meet later." Guan canglan smiled at Lin Feng and said.

Lin Feng just nodded and followed the College of level 6 class in front to draw lots.

After drawing lots, everyone handed them over to the jury for registration. Some people in the province cheated. In this way, the host will directly shout the number and name.

Lin Feng was the penultimate. He drew a red sign and handed it to Taifu Xiao Feng. Then he returned to his place.

After the draw, Xiao Feng announced that the contestants were off.

After the contestants left the field, bohr and the Deputy Dean stood up. They took out their magic sticks and jointly arranged a large transparent magic mask on the martial arts field.

In the final championship showdown, the strength of the contestants is not the same as those in the previous games. The guys in level 6 class have reached the peak of second-order experts and may reach the realm of war king and Mage at any time. In such a battle, the jury had to be careful, otherwise it would be bad for the flying war spirit and magic to hurt others by mistake.

In this way, the defense cover is made. When the players in the later game play, Bolton will open the door and let the players in. This also avoids small people interfering with the war situation.

In the first war, both of them were students of zhanhu college, and one of them was ying17 who had the strength to win the championship. With the forefinger of Bolton's staff, a gap was opened in the transparent defense cover, and the two participants stood on the challenge arena.

Shadow 17 is different from ordinary people who practice war Qi. Generally, people who practice war Qi are stronger, while shadow 17 is slender and carries a black sword in his hand. Looking at his opponent's cold words, he didn't say a word. On the contrary, the opponent named Zhang Tian couldn't hold his breath, because his reputation in zhanhu college is no less than that of Zhao Xuan. Take the one that met Mo wolves in this year's trial. It's good that ordinary level 6 students can protect themselves. Ying 17 shuttles among the demon wolves with a long black sword in his hand. Every dance will take away the life of a demon wolf. Even Zhao Xuan and Tang Xuan can't do such lethality. It seems that they were born to kill.

As the Gong in Xiao Feng's hand rang, the shadow moved. The long black sword in his hand with a black light was facing Zhang Tian's throat. If Lin Feng was called to describe it, it was quiet as a virgin and moving as a rabbit.

Zhang Tian's body also moved. The saber in his hand was slashed with a cold light. He was also very brave. Although he had high strength, he was not weak.

Shadow seventeen's body floated out horizontally, avoiding Zhang Tian's Sabre attack. With a step under his feet, he quickly approached Zhang Tian. The long black sword in his hand wiped Zhang Tian's neck like a black impermanent seduction stick.

Lin Feng scolded in his heart. Is this the game? Paralyzed, it's all killing moves. If the opponent is weak and can't defend, isn't he on the ground?

"Don't you know? This is the style of Ying 17. It does not pursue magnificence or power, but only kill the enemy. In his eyes, there are only enemies and no opponents. This is shadow 17. " Nalan Yunjie introduced to Lin Feng.

"Good, good, born warrior, born killer." Lin Feng nodded in appreciation.

"If you can't stand him, admit defeat. This guy doesn't know what mercy is." Nalan Yunjie looked at Lin Feng with some worry.

"I don't understand why they don't have confidence in me. Do you think the sun will come out from the west if I win the championship?" Lin Feng is a little depressed. What's worse than them? Isn't that the low point of cultivation? Does cultivation decide everything? I'll show you uncle Lin's prestige once.

"Even if the sun comes out from the west, you won't win the championship. You have to go up and lose face. I don't understand what you think." Wayne Mo'er glanced at Lin Feng and said.

Wayne Moll's words annoyed Lin Feng. He even called the woman in front of him completely despised. What Lin Feng hated most was that others despised him. At the beginning, Bart said he was a fool. What happened in the end? I haven't taken back what I said.

"You look down on me? Good, so what do you say if I win the championship? " Lin Feng looked at Wayne Mo'er coldly.

"I don't look down on you! I'm just telling the truth. Do you think this is the battle of level Four? Wake up from your dream. " Wayne Moore looked at the fool.

"OK, I don't need you to apologize. I'll get the championship certificate to show you. I didn't expect you to look down on it." After Lin Feng laughed at himself, he stopped looking at Wayne Mo'er, because Lin Feng was a little angry at this time.

Watching Lin Feng's consistent smile disappear, Wayne Moore knew that his words were too much and some hurt people. Lin Feng couldn't stand it. Wayne Moore remembered that Lin Feng was different from the followers around him and couldn't accept such words at all.

Suddenly Wayne Moll regretted, but she couldn't say anything about her apology. You know, from childhood to childhood, Wayne Moll hasn't felt that she has done something wrong. Even if she is wrong, she is right. Apologize? That's never happened. But what about now?

"Lin Feng, I don't mean that. I don't mean to look down on you. I just don't want you to underestimate the enemy. It's nothing if you can't win the championship. Your performance has been very good this time." Seeing Lin Feng angry, Wayne Mo'er was a little frightened, so she put down her face and said an apology.

"Well, nothing. It's normal for you to think so, but I want to prove it not only to you, but also to the people in the imperial capital. What kind of man is my Lin family, what kind of man is my Lin Feng, class 6? They don't care about me yet. " Lin Feng thought for a moment and didn't blame Wayne Moore, because Wayne Moore's idea was normal, although it was a little extreme.

After speaking, Lin Feng began to pay attention to the battle on the stage. As the shadow seventeen was very fast, the black long sword in the hand was erratic and ghosts, and Zhang Tian could only be passive defense.

Zhang Tian's fighting spirit is powerful enough. The sword in his hand has drawn deep grooves on the ground, but it has no effect on Ying 17. Ying 17's body method is flexible. Although the fighting spirit on the black long sword is not strong, its lethality can be understood as long as it is not a fool. As long as Zhang Tian's defense reveals a flaw, it is the end of the battle.

After half a minute of fighting, Zhang Tian's war gas consumption was very large, and his sword didn't have the momentum to start the storm.

Seizing the opportunity, Ying seventeen's body approached Zhang Tian quickly. The black sword in his hand, like a poisonous snake, pierced Zhang Tian's throat. At this time, Zhang Tian's Sabre had just been cut out, and it was too late to return. He scattered to one side, but he underestimated the degree of Ying seventeen. The black long sword of Ying seventeen will have a shoulder to pierce.

With a successful move, Ying 17 stepped back and didn't continue to attack. She looked at Zhang Tian without any expression in her eyes.

Zhang Tian knows that this is Ying 17's mercy. If Ying 17 didn't draw a sword and cut it down or horizontally, he didn't have good fruit to eat. It's not such a thing as minor injury.

"Brother Ying, the sword technique is excellent, and Zhang Tian is invincible." Then he nodded to the jury and admitted defeat.

Under the sign of old Gary and Bolton, Xiao Feng announced the victory of ying17.