"Xiao Ling, is he the ice demon you have been talking about?"
Zhang Caifeng looked at the handsome young man in the field and looked at the righteous girl teasingly.
"You little girl, are you pregnant?"
"Oh, Sister Caifeng, what did you say?" Xiaoling blushed.
However, in her mind, she couldn't help but think of another young mage in white robe.
"It seems that he looks better..."
Xiaoling's white face turned redder.
Biyue looked at Yun Yi in the center of the field, stunned.
She didn't know how to get it, so she thought of Li Yulai.
At a young age, he has reached the level of junior magician, and he also likes to wear white robes.
"I wonder who is better, Li Yu or him?"
Biyue shook her head and smiled, secretly thinking that she was a little confused.
Although Li Yu is also very good, he is only twelve or thirteen years old after all, a few years younger than the boy in the center of the field.
Biyue twitched her beautiful nose and thought rather unconvincingly: "If Li Yu were the same age as him, he would definitely be much more powerful than him."
"Hey, hey "Why do I think you two are missing spring?"
Zhang Caifeng narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiaoling and Biyue doubtfully.
The two of them were ashamed.
"Sister Caifeng, don't talk nonsense." Bi Yue glanced at Bi Ziyan guiltily, then changed the subject and said, "Look, someone is about to take action."
Wen After saying that, Zhang Caifeng and Xiaoling stopped playing and looked towards the center of the venue.
Among the crowd at the edge of the field, a bald young man holding a giant ax slowly stepped into the circle.
The bald young man is more than 1.9 meters tall, with an extremely strong build, bulging muscles, broad shoulders, and a thick back. He is obviously good at strength.
When he walked, his steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to be stepping on a war drum, making a deep and powerful sound.
Coupled with his strong body like a violent bear, it brings an extremely strong sense of oppression to people.
"It's Senior Brother Zhou Huaxiong from Wuyuan..."
"It's Senior Brother Zhou Huaxiong..."
"Senior Brother Zhou Huaxiong. ....."
"Junior Brother Zhou Huaxiong..."
Suddenly there were screams of surprise from the crowd.
Zhou Huaxiong is a famous figure in Yalan Demonic Martial Arts Academy.
He was born in poverty and has just turned 19 years old this year.
It stands to reason that a 19-year-old who is in the middle stage of martial arts might be good in other places, but in Yalan Magical Martial Arts Academy where geniuses gather, he can only be considered average.
But Zhou Huaxiong didn’t have a sense of energy until he was 16 years old. He was recruited into the Yalan Demonic Martial Arts Academy, and he didn’tAfter 3 years.
In 3 years, he advanced from the early stage of martial arts to the middle stage of martial arts. He is definitely a genius second to none.
"Do you think Senior Brother Zhou Huaxiong can win?"
Seeing him coming out, some people who didn't know him asked worriedly.
"We will definitely win. Senior Brother Zhou was among the top five in the second year of the martial arts school in the last year's competition."
"That's right, if Senior Brother Zhou takes action, then the Ice Demon will be easily captured. "
Fans of Zhou Huaxiong are full of confidence.
"So sure? But I heard that at the Nanning Magic Martial Arts Academy, even the early warriors, He Yi, were defeated."
"Yes, no matter how strong Senior Brother Zhou Hua Xiong is, he is only at the second level. In the mid-term, He Yi is at the third level."
"Hey, it's a pity that there are no strong warriors under the age of 20 in our academy."
Some people are not optimistic about Zhou Huaxiong, but these are. Most of them are first-year members of the court, including Jia Tao, Guo Yuan, and Ma Ping.
"Hey, what do you kids in the court know?"
"You think the higher the level of a fighter, the better? Can a Heba warrior level definitely win against a warrior? ? ”
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"What else?"
These first-year students are generally young, but they are not afraid at all in their aura.
"Is it possible that the lower the level, the better?"
"Fuck, how can you talk?" The man said angrily, "Are young people so arrogant now?" < /p>
"Haha..."
The two of them talked, attracting the attention of several people around them.
Immediately, a first-year court student asked humbly: "Senior, what do you mean when you say that the higher the level, the better?"
"Yes, senior, you Tell us about it."
"Senior, why can't Level 3 win?"
"Look at me..."
Seeing that everyone around him looked curious, the man's face brightened slightly, and he felt that his vanity was greatly satisfied.
Cough, cough
He coughed lightly to attract everyone's attention, and then he spoke.
"For a fighter to advance, the realm of fighting spirit is important, but it is even more important to hone the physical body and become familiar with the fighting spirit skills of this profession."
"Both of these require a lot of time, and There is no shortcut."
"So, in our college, there are practical classes every week, and there are assessments every month and every semester."
Hearing this, everyone around him said. The grade students all nodded.
Their teaching has always attached great importance to practical combat, and they have repeatedly emphasized the need to lay a solid foundation and not rush to achieve breakthroughs.
“Moreover, each gradeThe top ten members of the Magic and Wu Academy will be given very generous rewards by the academy, such as enchanted weapons, scrolls, alchemy devices, etc. ”
“I heard that the college will customize training plans for the top five students in the annual student competition. "
"Therefore, many talented students in our academy are not unable to break through the warrior realm, but they are preparing for the annual competition within the academy. "
"That's it..."
Everyone suddenly realized.
"Let me just say, our college is among the top five in Xueyen Country. Its existence is much more powerful than that of Nanning Demonic Martial Arts Academy. They all have samurai cadets, what about us?
"That's right, that's right, it turns out that's the reason. Thank you, senior brother, for clarifying my doubts."
"Senior brother, I know better."
The students around me kept flattering me. , even the first-year student who had contradicted him before looked guilty.
The smile on the man's face became brighter, and he continued:
"I know He Yi. He is said to be in the warrior realm, but in fact he has just broken through, and the realm is not stable."
"Moreover, He Yi is the only son of He Yuan's wife in the southern district of Liaocheng. He is usually arrogant and domineering, and has a high self-esteem. He spends a lot of time to strengthen his body and hone his fighting skills."
"His realm has been raised by relying on countless resources."
"If we really fight, the top ten people among our second-year students. Anyone can do it. Easily beat him."
There are many students in Yalan Magic Martial Arts Academy who come from ordinary families.
In Liaocheng, only Yalan Magic Martial Arts Academy and Liaocheng Official Martial Arts Academy recruit students from ordinary families, and the tuition fees at the academy are not expensive.
Beicheng District’s poor school—Liaocheng Official Magic and Martial Arts Academy. The teaching quality is too poor and will not be considered.
The tuition fees in Xiangya and Nanning alone are beyond the reach of ordinary families. Not to mention the additional costs of accommodation, meals, clothing, teaching materials, etc., which are astronomical.
Hearing this, the faces of the students who came from ordinary families showed expressions of contempt and hatred for the rich.
"It turns out that I am a member of the He family. Huh, relying on treasures to improve your realm is just a small path after all."
"If I had the same resources as him, I could easily reach the level of a samurai. "Many people also said sourly.
"No wonder many second-year seniors despise He Yi. I see..."
Everyone nodded in approval.
"Hey, stop talking, let's take action."
The onlookers exclaimed, and everyone subconsciously stopped communicating and looked at the person in the middle of the circle.