719: C719 They Were Here to Fight!

C719 They Were Here to Fight!

Here it comes, it's gonna do it!

Loong Fei was very anxious to unravel the secrets of Draconic Domain.

However, there was someone who was even more anxious than him, Topmost Sovereign!

Nineteen was arranged by Topmost Sovereign to help Loong Fei clear some of the obstacles.

Coincidentally, Zang Tianye had just left the God Emperor Academy, so naturally, he would take care of Loong Fei in the name of Zang Tianye.

It was a flawless plan.

Martial Arena.

"Alright!"

"It's too beautiful!"

"The eighth match, Li Tianwei wins! "

"He won eight matches in a row in half a month. His point has already reached 380 point."

"That's amazing! He's truly worthy of being a super genius ranked in the top 100 amongst the first grade disciples!"

The Martial Arena was filled with enthusiastic cheers.

Li Tianwei walked down from the arena, and a few underlings immediately went up to him and flattered him, "Young Master Li's victory is too beautiful! He's going to be crushed in an instant!"

"Hahaha, you will definitely make it to the top ten in this round."

"It's not just ten. I think you will enter the top fifty."

Li Tianwei laughed complacently and said, "Other people have gone through a lot of hardships to obtain just a tiny bit of point. As long as I make a move, I will be able to win so many points. Hahaha!"

Being able to win eight rounds in a row was indeed impressive.

However.

The record in Martial Arena was to win eighteen matches in a row. This was a record left behind by a person called 'Nameless'.

It wasn't that his name was Nameless, but that he didn't leave his name behind. All of them were called 'Nameless', and they were the idols of every battle fanatic.

"Bang, bang, bang."

A disciple walked up to the drum and beat it.

Everyone looked over.

The disciple's body turned illusory. He jumped down from a high place and landed firmly on the fighting stage. He folded his arms and said, "War Martial Academy, Sword Cultivator, fifth grade Crazy Immortal and first grade disciple Wang Qingshan."

"New disciple?"

The disciple asked. "His name isn't on the combat record. He should be a newcomer."

"He's from the War Martial Academy. He should be preparing for the First Year Ranking Tournament half a year later, right?"

"I think so."

"Cultivating in the Martial Arena is the usual practice of Sword Mentor Ao Ya, but to be chosen by Sword Mentor Ao Ya means that this kid is not simple."

There were many people gathered in Martial Arena.

"I will challenge him."

While they were talking.

A bulky man walked out, carrying a heavy axe on his shoulder. He walked onto the arena and said, "First grade disciple, major in strength. Fifth grade Mad Immortal, Cheng Axe."

Zhanwu Hall's new disciple, Primordial point, had 10 points.

Cheng Da Axe's Primordial point had a total of 8 points.

Cheng Da Axe said, "I'll bet everything."

Wang Qingshan also said, "I'll bet everything."

Loong Fei watched from afar and asked, "Grandson'S Head, what do you mean by bet everything?"

Bighead Sun said, "If we bet everything, we will bet all the point. If we lose, it will become zero point, and we are not allowed to fight for half a month."

"That means you will lose the chance to earn point on the fighting stage."

Loong Fei nodded and said, "How much is my original point?"

Bighead Sun looked at Loong Fei and scratched his head. He said, "Well, I don't know either. The War Martial Academy is the main force of the Martial Arts Institute. The disciples of the War Martial Academy have a total of ten original points. None of our service disciples have ever been to the martial arts arena. So, I don't know how many primitive points we have. "

Fan Tong said, "We need to evaluate it."

At this time.

The arena had already begun.

The power of Cheng Da's axe was astonishing. Every move of his seemed to be able to cut through the heavens and earth. Wherever the axe moved, it was as if gods and ghosts were crying.

Loong Fei was slightly shocked in his heart, "What a powerful strength."

If he didn't use any other power, Loong Fei wouldn't be able to release this kind of power.

Wang Qingshan kept dodging, and every time, it was just right.

His movement technique was like a ghost, and it was like a piece of paper fluttering in the wind.

"The God Emperor Academy is indeed worthy of being the number one academy in Sky Martial Continent." Loong Fei was shocked once again. He did not feel this way during the examination.

When he saw the battle between these two disciples, he suddenly felt that it was really different.

It was really a gathering place for geniuses.

"I'm going to use my sword!"

Wang Qingshan said.

Cheng Da Axe shouted, "If you don't attack, I will kill you."

"Alright!"

Wang Qingshan's figure moved. He held the sword hilt in his right hand and said softly, "Break!"

"Swoosh!"

"Buzz!"

Loong Fei's eyes suddenly shook. "Lightning Sword Draw Style!"

"It's shockingly fast!"

He had refined Dugu Jiu's Sword Cultivator to the Eighth Level, but even so, he could only barely see the way he drew his sword, his strength, and his speed.

It was as fast as lightning.

This sword attack was aimed directly at Cheng Wu's throat. The sword qi on the sword was burning like flames.

"Cheng Dazhi lost!"

Cheng Da Axe dropped the axe in his hand. He smiled foolishly and said, "What a fast sword technique. I hope to meet you again in this year's Ranking Tournament. When the time comes, I will definitely teach you a good lesson."

Wang Qingshan withdrew his long sword and said, "Thank you for letting me win."

Bighead Sun, who was far away, murmured, "It's too fast. I can't see it clearly."

"This is the difference."

"They can't keep up at all. "

"Ao Ya is the sword master of God Emperor Academy, Great Master. If I can get her guidance, I will definitely improve by leaps and bounds." Fan Tong's eyes were filled with envy.

Cultivating depended on himself.

But...

If he had a good teacher to guide him, his cultivation speed would be much faster.

The sword strike just now was very similar to the Sword Draw Style in Loong Fei's Nine Solitary Swords. Loong Fei thought to himself, "Mentor Ao Ya, did you comprehend the Sword Draw Style?"

Suddenly.

Loong Fei was very interested in this Sword Mentor Ao Ya.

At this time.

Loong Fei walked to the side of the war drum and beat it.

The people from Martial Arena were shocked again, "Why are there new people joining today?"

"It seems that many people are fighting fanatics."

"What's the background of this person? I've never seen him before."

"Is he a first-year disciple?"

As they spoke.

Loong Fei slowly walked down the steps and onto the arena. He crossed his arms and said, "Departmentof Servitude, no major cultivation. Sixth grade Spirit Immortal. Newcomer, Loong Fei!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

"Puchi!"

One of them couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hahaha!"1

"HAHAHAHA!"

At the same time, the people of Martial Arena burst into laughter.

"Departmentof Servitude? No major? Your major should be sweeping, right? Hahaha."

"Kid, you came to the wrong place."

"Do you want to clean the Martial Arena?"

"Are you here to tease me?"

"This is the funniest joke I've ever heard this year. A disciple of the Departmentof Servitude came to the Martial Arena to challenge you. Are you trying to scare me to death?"

They were laughing at him.

Loong Fei had expected this.

However.

He stood motionless on the arena, ignoring the mockery around him. Along the way, he had gotten used to all kinds of mockery. Don't get angry when others laugh at you. Use your strongest strength to crush them, and then see if they can laugh. Then they will realize that they are laughing at their own ignorance.

A manager of Martial Arena walked up and said, "Are you sure you want to participate in the combat?"

Loong Fei nodded and said, "I'm sure."

Coming was to do it!

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