Chapter 33

But there is no absolute.

In this world, there are always some bastards called geniuses who are uneasy about playing cards.

In Yunmeng City, there are some students with relatively excellent talent and high level of Xuanqi. They buy war skills in private and practice them quietly. If they are lucky, they can practice successfully and give play to the power of Star Wars skills.

For example, Wu Xiaofang.

This product has trained the skill of "cold Python seven magic swords" to a similar level, which is enough to crush many students of the same level.

But it's a pity to meet Lin Beichen, such a demon, who was defeated mercilessly.

In fact, if Wu Xiaofang could really cultivate the seven magic swords of Han mang to the level of "entering the house", he would be able to defeat Lin Beichen.

Of course, only experienced teachers can see this.

However, at present, both muxinyue and Yue Hongxiang are practicing their star sword skills to the level of "entering the house", which is not comparable to Wu Xiaofang's level of "cold Python seven magic sword".

Between the movements of Shuangshu, there is a faint light of Xuanqi on the blade.

Every attack of the sword made a strange roar.

The blade hits the point, the shimmering light.

The air burst over in the air like a ripple.

These two female students are not simple.

It's a secret cultivation to this extent.

It seems that even if Wu Xiaofang is not eliminated by Lin Beichen, there is no chance of winning when he meets any of the two girls.

The expert looks at the door.

A layman watching.

There is no doubt that Lin Beichen is a layman.

He just felt that the battle between the two beautiful girls suddenly became more and more lively.

The other students, on the whole, have the same idea.

Two minutes later.

Ding!

The sound of swords hitting each other.

Yue Hongxiang exclaimed, covered her wrists and staggered back.

A touch of bright red blood spilled from her fingers.

The victory is divided.

Muxin's face was not arrogant and impetuous. She held her sword on her elbow and said, "sister Yue, I've accepted."

Around the challenge arena, an irresistible cry of surprise finally rang out.

The fighting did not last long.

This shows that the strength of muxinyue occupies an absolute advantage.

Yue Hongxiang looked down at his injury, and the tendon in his right wrist was broken.

She knew that it was muxinyue's intention.

This kind of injury needs to be treated with the very expensive [Baiyu intermittent cream]. It takes at least half a month to connect the broken tendon, and it will affect the actual combat of swordsmanship. If it is carefully maintained, it will take two to three months to completely heal.

This will greatly affect her performance in the [Tianjiao battle] qualifier.

"I lost."

Yue Hongxiang's expression was very calm, without too much criticism.

With her bloody left hand, she picked up her sword, turned and walked down the challenge arena.

"The contest is over, Muxin Yuesheng."

Invigilator Ding Sanshi announced the result loudly.

Muxinyue stands on the challenge arena, with a smile on her face and long black hair dancing. She is bathed in the golden afterglow of the setting sun. It looks like she is covered with a layer of golden light. The beautiful shadow is deeply engraved in the hearts of countless male students.

"Today's big game is over."

On the viewing platform, grade director Chu Chen stood up and announced the temporary end of the day's competition.

At this point, there is only one last battle left in Dabi——

The championship fight.

The final grade big than the first day pride, will be born in tomorrow's battle.

In anticipation of full discussion, the crowd scattered in twos and threes.

There are several young women students who have the courage to go to Lin Beichen for autograph. After a round of searching, they find that this beautiful young man has no idea where to go for a long time.

……

ten minutes later.

In the examination room.

"Wahaha, brother Qingxuan, you've come to talk about it. This time, how are the two Tianjiao in the second year of my third college doing?"

As if suffering from amnesia, Chu trace asked the same question back and forth for dozens of times.

Li Qingxuan had a big head.

Are you finished.

I know you want to show off, but it's too much to keep asking.

He had to perfunctorily say: "good, very good, very good."

Chuchen laughed again: "brother Qingxuan thinks that who will win and who will lose the decisive battle tomorrow?"

Li Qingxuan thought about it carefully and said, "on the surface, it's five to five... But I'm still optimistic about muxinyue."

"Oh?"

Chu trace is slightly surprised: "how can brother Qingxuan judge like this?"

Li Qingxuan said, "well... Intuition."

Chu trace also nodded and said: "indeed, I don't know why. Although Lin Beichen's Xuanqi level is higher, I also have the same intuition as you."

"By the way, brother Chu, have you ever thought about why an uneducated black sheep suddenly changed into a genius with amazing talent? What's the secret behind this

Li Qingxuan reminds a way.

Chu Chen's expression was slightly serious, and said: "of course, I've thought about this matter. It should be the backhand left by Zhan Tianhou. After all, that one is one of the battlefield myths of the Empire. He has created many miracles. He dotes on Lin Beichen and leaves some great opportunities for his son. It's not impossible."

Li Qingxuan nodded.

He is also inclined to this view.

However, don't forget that the reason why the Emperor didn't kill Lin Beichen at the beginning was that he was a waste brain, no threat.

Now, Lin Beichen has become a genius.

Will his majesty keep Zhan Tianhou, the only son of a crime minister, when he knows?

……

……

Twilight is coming.

The campus of the third college is very quiet.

The woods deep in the arena.

As soon as Lin Beichen came back, he saw the old housekeeper's sad face and his eyes were staring at him.

"Young master, my sword..."

"Oh, it's broken."

"Ah, no, that's my ancestral sword..."

"But it's broken."

"Young master, it's a kind sword. You..."

"It's really broken."

"Wuwuwuwu, my sword has been handed down in my Wang family for 18 generations. I have failed you... You have died miserably."

"Woku, don't give a damn about it. I'll buy you a new one later."

"Really? I want master fan's most popular "green bird sword" in Yunmeng city this year. "

"Buy it."

"Thank you, young master. I'll prepare dinner for you."

Facts have proved that Wang Zhong, the obscene housekeeper, is indeed a rare good dog.

A sumptuous dinner was soon prepared. The meat and vegetables were perfectly matched, and the taste was excellent. With fruit wine [peach blossom wine], Lin Beichen felt like entering a five-star hotel.

I'm so good at serving people.

Let Lin Beichen once again feel, there is such a dogleg, really cool.

After having enough food and wine, Lin Beichen hides in the tent.

After fiddling with the mobile phone for a while, nothing new was found.

So I went straight to sleep.

After all, after a day of fighting, although there is Xuanqi nourishment, but still feel very tired.

In an hour.

When he was sleeping soundly, Wang Zhong's voice came from outside.

"Master, master? Someone is coming to you. "

Wang Zhong knocks on the tent door.

Lin Beichen turned over and said in a confused and impatient way: "who? I don't have time to see you. Let him go."

"Er... Young master, this man is a little special. Hey, you'd better meet him."

In the old housekeeper's voice, there was an undisguised obscenity hint.

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