Chapter Two Hundred and Thirteenth

The dining hall of Tianlan College.

Nearly ten students of Ziyang Academy were all sitting around a table.

The environment of Tianlan Academy is unique, the food and dishes are very rich, and the color and fragrance are full of flavors, but a few people are not paying attention to the food.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Nan Xiao, a student of Qianlongbang, strode over, his face a little ugly.

"Nan Xiao, how is Senior Brother Yang Hong's injury?" Zhou Tong, who had the best relationship with Nan Xiao, hurriedly asked.

Nan Xiao sat down and said with a gloomy face

"The injury is very serious, and I haven't woken up yet. The dean said that if you want to recover, you need to cultivate for at least two months!"

Snapped!

Zhou Tong slapped the table heavily with a slap on the table, the veins on his forehead throbbing, "Wan Feng's bastard, it's clear that he deliberately hit Senior Brother Yang Hong hard!"

"Not bad! This is clearly a provocation to our Ziyang Academy!"

"Those bastards of Wanluo Academy! This matter can't be ignored!"

The faces of several male students were flushed, and their hatred gazes turned to the corner of the dining hall, where the students of Wanluo Academy were sitting.

Seemingly feeling the gaze here, several Wanluo Academy students turned their heads and smiled coldly, their eyes provocative.

A small-eyed student from Wanluo College deliberately raised his voice and said, "Hey, there are actually a few bereaved dogs here."

"No wonder I smelled a stench from the beginning." Several Wanluo Academy students laughed.

"what are you saying!"

The hot-tempered Zhou Tong, with red eyes, slapped the table and stood up.

Several Ziyang Academy students all stood up.

The entire dining hall was suddenly quiet, and the atmosphere was extremely tense. People from other forces were watching the two sides with a good show.

The small-eyed warrior was stared at by Zhou Tong, and his momentum was a little weaker.

But thinking of Wan Feng being next to him, he immediately smiled fearlessly and said, "My mouth is on my body, what I say is none of your business. Your Ziyang Academy is too lenient!"

"Then I will tear your stinky mouth apart!"

Zhou Tong snorted and wanted to take the lead in rushing over, but was stopped by someone reaching out.

"Zhou Tong, sit down!"

Ziyuan's small face was covered in frost, and she looked at Zhou Daotong, "Don't let others see the jokes of our Ziyang Academy."

"Sister, but..."

Zhou Tong looked unwilling.

"Zhou Tong, this is not the place to start." Luo Feng sat next to him and glanced at the door of the dining hall.

Next to the gate of the dining hall, there are ten Tianlan Academy veterans, all of them are experts of the seventh-level Tibetan essence, and there are two masters of the eighth-level underworld. Several people are walking towards this side, obviously noticing the situation here.

Zhou Tong knew that he would definitely not be able to do it, so he sat down heavily and gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want to let those bastards go? I'm not reconciled!"

"Let them go? How is that possible!"

Luo Feng smiled coldly, "If you want to take revenge, of course, you have to use the way of others, and take care of others!"

Including Zhou Tong, several Ziyang Academy students came into contact with Luo Feng's line of sight, suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, and shivered inexplicably.

"Take the way of the person, but also treat the person's body! Do you want to teach Wan Feng a lesson in the competition? But Wan Feng's strength..." Nan Xiao frowned.

Although they hated Wan Feng, they also knew the strength gap between the two sides.

Wan Feng's marksmanship was unpredictable, and the blow that seriously injured Yang Hong was still unforgettable to them. Even Zi Yuan was unmatched.

"Let's eat quickly and prepare for the ranking match in the afternoon." Luo Feng did not explain any further.

Ziyuan, Bing Ruolan, and Xu Mei silently looked at Luo Feng.

Only they understood the deep meaning of Luo Feng's words.

afternoon.

The Yanwu Square is boiling again, and it will be several times more lively.

Everyone who had eaten couldn't wait to return to Yanwu Square, waiting for the start of the ranking competition.

In the center of the square, Zhou Zhiyun, who was dressed in a plain skirt, announced in a soft voice, "The ranking competition is the same as before. Through the challenge, determine the four new heroes of this year..."

Luo Feng, Bing Ruolan, Xu Mei, and Ziyuan stood together and heard Ji Yun's words clearly.

The knockout round is the same as the previous qualifying round, which is also divided into ten rounds, and the two platforms are played at the same time. Whoever's name is drawn by lot will compete against each other.

The only difference is that the knockout round is no longer divided into groups, and 16 people are drawn at random. If you meet the four new heroes, you can only blame bad luck.

Bing Ruolan looked at the students from other colleges and was a little nervous, "These people are so strong, I don't know if I can make it into the top ten."

After the selection of the qualifying competition, the remaining students are all true elites of the four major academies!

The worst of the remaining people are the late stage of the Seventh Layer Treasure Realm, and the cultivation of Bing Ruolan is extremely ordinary.

Luo Feng smiled lightly and said, "Ruo Lan, don't be nervous, your strength is enough to enter the top ten."

"Um."

Bing Ruolan exhaled slightly, her face softened a little.

Luo Feng turned his head and just met Wan Feng's gaze.

The eyes of the two were like sharp knives, strangling each other in the air, causing some students in the room to feel an inexplicable chill.

At this moment, Zhou Zhiyun's voice suddenly increased a bit.

"Now, the ranking competition begins!"

boom!

The atmosphere of the entire martial arts field was boiling, and the audience was shouting excitedly for the students they supported.

"The first round of the knockout round begins. The first platform, Xu Mei from Ziyang College vs Song Jian from Wanluo College!"

"The second platform, Hu Yidao of Piaoxue College vs Wu Fei of Tianlan College."

Four students began to climb the stage.

"Hey, he's Song Jian!" Zi Yuan saw that the Wanluo student on the first platform turned out to be a small-eyed martial artist who was rude in the afternoon, and her beautiful eyes flashed a cold light.

Xu Mei also recognized this person, and her pretty face immediately turned cold, "I can't believe that it's really an enemy with a narrow road!"

"Xu Mei, be careful." Luo Feng reminded.

"I know."

Xu Mei nodded and climbed to the first stage.

Song Jian, a small-eyed martial artist, is also a late-stage cultivation base of the Seventh-layer Tibetan Essence Realm.

Eyes were drawn on Xu Mei's body, and the small-eyed martial artist smiled wickedly, "I can't imagine that she is still a beauty. It seems that I am going to destroy the flowers today."

"It also depends on whether you have the strength!"

Xu Mei sneered softly, her toes a little on the ground, and with Xiangfeng, the figure has swept to the front of the small-eyed warrior.

The small-eyed warrior turned pale in shock, his scalp was numb, and he swept back, trying to distance himself.

"There is no escape!"

Xu Mei's figure accompanied her, closely following the small-eyed warrior.

The small-eyed warrior was originally a swordsman, but he was suddenly approached, and it was too late to draw his sword, so he could only grit his teeth and wave his palm to meet him.

Astral qi swelled, and the small-eyed martial artist's palms shone with thick astral qi, which shot out continuously, showing no mercy at all.

Xu Mei's eyes were calm, facing the whistling palm wind, the corners of her rosy lips even evoked a slight smile.

"Handholding the wind!"

Qianqianyu's hand popped out in an instant, like a spirit snake, walking through the palm wind and smashing the chest of the small-eyed warrior.

puff!

The small-eyed warrior blushed, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew into the air.

Seeing that the small-eyed warrior was about to fly off the high platform, Xu Meixiangxiu suddenly let out a soft cry, wrapped around the arm of the small-eyed warrior, and with a snap, pulled the small-eyed warrior back.

The small-eyed martial artist hadn't figured out what was going on when he suddenly saw a small plain white hand that quickly zoomed in in his field of vision.

Snapped!

A crisp slap on the face sounded in Yanwu Square, followed by a shrill scream. The small-eyed warrior was slapped in the mouth by Xu Mei, and with a wow sound, his mouth was full of blood.

Xu Mei's left sleeve wrapped around the small-eyed warrior's right arm, and she waved her right hand ten times in a row, and each time she accurately slapped the small-eyed warrior's mouth.

In the end it didn't come out.

Snapped!

Xu Meicai threw the small-eyed warrior off the high platform, clapped her hands, turned and walked down the stage.

"This... this female student is too ruthless, right?"

The people around the audience were stunned when they looked at the small-eyed warrior with swollen lips.

But some people who saw the scene in the dining hall knew why this scene happened.

"Xu Mei, amazing!" Luo Feng looked at Xu Mei and smiled.

Several students of Ziyang College were also hooked.

Xu Mei is pink and contains Xia, humming, "Who made him speak out!"

The first platform match ended with Xu Mei winning, and the second platform, Hu Yidao also easily defeated his opponent.

In the sixth game, it was Luo Feng's turn, and his opponent was a student from Tianlan Academy named Li Xiao.

There were two of them, Luo Feng took the initiative to attack, his figure appeared silently behind the other party, and he punched the other party out.

This caused a burst of cheers from the surrounding high platforms.

Li Xiao was also a well-known expert in Tianlan Academy. With the strength at the peak of the Seventh Layer Treasure Spirit Realm, everyone thought that there would be a fierce fight between the two sides, but they did not expect such an overwhelming scene.

The seventh game was Ziyuan, which also easily solved the opponent.

There was no suspense in the eighth game. The strength gap between the two sides was too large, and the winner was quickly determined.

"The ninth game of the first round, Ziyang College Bing Ruolan vs. Piaoxue College Chen Wan. The tenth game..."

The last game, the last two games, caused a flurry in Yanwu Square.

Chen Wan is a very popular beauty in the Piaoxue Academy, with a graceful figure, black hair that reaches her waist, delicate facial features, and a pair of big eyes, she looks very attractive.

Bing Ruolan has an elegant temperament, and the face under the light blue short hair is beautiful and refined, like a clear lotus, that kind of beauty touches people's hearts.

The two women climbed the high platform, facing each other from a distance, and immediately became a beautiful scenery.

Under the stage, many students from the four major academies couldn't take their eyes away.

"Giggle...Sister, I will be merciful." Chen Wan held a single sword, looked at Bing Ruolan, and smiled sweetly. She is sixteen or seventeen years old, Bing Ruolan is slightly older, and when she smiles, she has a more charming charm.

Bing Ruolan held the hilt in her hand, and a gentleman salute, "Please advise!"

"Butterfly Knife Technique!"

"Xingyun Sword Technique!"

The two girls snorted, and their graceful figures immediately staggered together.

On the high platform, the skirts of the two girls fluttered, and the blue silk fluttered, like two butterflies dancing gracefully.