1016: C1016 change competition system

C1016 change competition system

Qian Yan led a few scholars, although he had a smile on his face, it was clear that he did not come with good intentions.

"Why?"

Fang Zhi raised his brows and smiled indifferently: "Is Young Master Qian here to find trouble?"

"Is it because we're getting scared when we're getting closer that you want to make some extra moves?"

Fang Yuying snorted coldly, her eyes filled with ill intent.

Qian Yan had not even opened his mouth when a scholar beside him bellowed: "Our Ancient Martial Hall has won nine consecutive Martial Arts Competition champions and we have not lost a single one. Why would we be afraid of you?"

"Then what does it mean?"

Fang Zhi wasn't worried at all. This was the Grand College, and it was managed by the various wine offerings and the Great Sacrifices.

No matter how arrogant Qian Yan was, he did not dare to cause trouble here.

"I am only here to congratulate your Beitang, second place."

The ridicule on Qian Yan's face was so strong that he could not block it.

When these words came out, the scholars on the side of Beitang were all enraged, their bodies trembling.

He was truly too arrogant. He actually took the initiative to provoke Jiang Chen, not to mention that he was so confident in the matter.

Qian Yan, why are you so arrogant?

Who gave him the courage?

Seeing that the crowd was about to lose control of their anger, Fang Zhi came forward expressionlessly and stood in front of Qian Yan: "Young Master Qian, who will obtain the second seat in the Ancient Martial Hall and Beitang, you are still so confident. Don't get slapped in the face again in the future."

"What a joke, with just your Beitang, you think you can threaten our position?"

Behind Qian Yan, a scholar said with a sneer: "To put it crudely, the difference between us, is something you wouldn't be able to catch up to even if you flattered us."

"Hua Liu Ear, just by hugging Qian Yan's thigh, you think you can go against the rules?"

Huo Yunan clenched his fists tightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Hehe, hugging a man is secondary. If I meet you on the stage, I will beat you to a pulp. That is the main point!"

When Hua Liu Er saw Huo Yunan, his eyes quickly flashed with ridicule. It was clear that the two had an old grudge against each other.

"I won't waste any more words. We'll meet in the finals."

After Fang Zhi said this, he shot a look at the many scholars behind him, telling them not to be impulsive.

Especially Huo Yunan, he was the most impulsive.

If you're angry, place all of your anger on the stage. This is the right path.

Qian Yan had specially come here because he had noticed the threat that he posed. He wanted to say a few words to disrupt his fighting spirit.

If what he said was true, and he did not place the Beitang in his eyes, then why would he personally make a trip here?

In the face of the weak, no one would put too much effort into it. Most people would just look down on them.

If they were on a completely different level, what was there to pay attention to?

Since Qian Yan had specially come here, it meant that he was afraid.

The reason why Qian Yan came here this time was to investigate more. He did not expect that Fang Zhi and the others would be so stingy, and he could not help but snort coldly before turning around and leaving.

He knew his identity was extraordinary, so he couldn't get too involved.

The Beitang had passed through many trials and tribulations, so Qian Yan was indeed a little worried in the bottom of his heart.

Of course, the fear was not even close to it.

This was the confidence of the Nine Champion Monarch.

Looking at Qian Yan's back, the scholars were furious. Gritting their teeth, they said: "What's the use of being arrogant now, why not wait until the finals to see, who can laugh till the end?"

"Teacher's expectations of us, there's only the champion. We can't let teacher down no matter what we say."

At this moment, Fang Zhi had once again assumed the role of a leader.

His words caused many of the scholars to come to their senses.

There was no need to get mad at Qian Yan, there was no need for that.

The beautiful dream of defeating the ancient martial arts hall in the finals and shattering their ten consecutive championships was better than any other kind of blow.

"There's still time, go back and prepare."

Fang Zhi's expression was as serious as it had ever been.

When they saw Fang Zhi like this, the other scholars felt a chill in their hearts. Many of them, who were usually careless, had now retracted their emotions.

"This year's Martial Competition, we must win!"

Fang Zhi stretched out his palm and placed it in front of him: "If the teacher doesn't come, that means he trusts us. He knows that even if he doesn't come, we can still win the championship!"

"We have to win!"

"We have to win!"

The other scholars put their palms together and growled.

His battlelust reached its peak within a short period of time.

After Qian Yan left, he did not return to prepare for the semifinals. Instead, he went alone to a palace in the Grand College.

"Greetings, Uncle Sun."

Qian Yan's attitude was very respectful, his head lowered, yet he did not raise it.

"Come in."

An ancient voice, somewhat hoarse, came from inside.

Qian Yan maintained his respectful posture. Without raising his head, he slowly walked in.

Sitting in front of the table in the palace was a thin and weak figure. He was frowning, as if he was pondering something.

Seeing Qian Yan's attitude, he couldn't help but laugh involuntarily, "Xiao Yan, with our relationship, there's no need to be so respectful."

"Our relationship is completely different. This is only a form of courtesy that a junior should show. We cannot break it."

Qian Yan laughed as he raised his head, and sat opposite the figure.

That frail figure was a middle-aged man with extremely white skin. His eyes were somewhat ancient, as if he could see through everything in the world.

"Why didn't you come to me during the Martial Competition when you were preparing?"

The man raised his eyebrows. He clearly didn't understand.

"Uncle Sun, I'm in trouble."

Qian Yan pondered for a while before deciding to speak.

"Haha, your Ancient Martial Hall has been the champion for the past few years." Haha, your Ancient Martial Hall has been the champion for the past few years. And now you're telling me you're in trouble? "

The man was interested, then pushed away the document in front of him, and looked at Qian Yan with interest: Xiao Yan, what trouble have you met, Uncle Sun can help you, and do his best to help you.

After Qian Yan pondered for a while, he opened his mouth and said: "Uncle Sun, if I say that someone taught a group of martial arts trash to become a top tier offensive expert within three months, and even said that someone comprehended the truth and returned to their true form, would you believe me?"

When the man heard this, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. "This kind of thing would never happen in the future, much less in the past."

He said seriously: "The entire Grand College, with their strongest fighting techniques, is unable to make a person reborn within three months."

"But, Chu Yun did it."

Qian Yan took a deep breath.

"Chu Yun, is that the boy named Chu Yun, the leader of the Dragon Gate Conference, the one who was bestowed the title of first rank imperial guard and carried the blade of his blade?"

When the man heard up to here, his eyes quickly flashed with interest. "I heard that three months ago, he accepted Zhao Chong's position and became the Beitang's martial dao teacher. Could it be that you mean …"

"The current Beitang is extremely terrifying. Along the way, they consecutively defeated the Battle Palace, Star Hall, and even Heaven Defying, and successfully entered the semifinals."

"Among them, Fang Zhi and Feng Yanzhe have successfully comprehended the true essence of fighting and have returned to their original ways."

"As for the other scholars, they have all grown up to be top combat experts. No one can match them."

"And all of this is merely three months of change."

Qian Yan said with a worried expression.

Looking at the current momentum, Beitang would definitely be able to easily fight her way to the finals.

As the leader of the Ancient Martial Hall, he couldn't afford to lose this time!

As long as they could win this time's championship, the ancient Martial Hall would make history and be recorded in the annals of history.

However, if he lost, he would be pinned to the shame.

The history books of the Grand College only recorded the miraculous rise of the Beitang, and how it became the champion.

As for the glory of the Ancient Martial Hall's Nine Links Champion, it would also be reduced to the following sentence: "Even the Nine Links Champion Ancient Martial Hall eventually became a defeated opponent of the Beitang."

Qian Yan would never allow this kind of thing to happen.

All these years he had worked so hard for this moment.

Originally, they did not put any academy in their eyes.

However, the sudden rise of the Beitang made Qian Yan aware of the danger.

The man sat upright, and a pondering look flashed past his aged eyes, as he muttered to himself: "If this kind of improvement was really achieved within three months, then that would only mean that Chu Yun has a method to achieve it quickly. But, how is that possible?"2

Qian Yan raised his head and said sincerely: "Uncle Sun, our Ancient Martial Hall has already won the championship nine times. If we were to win the tenth round, we will be able to set a new record and create a new history. "I have come this far. I don't want all my efforts to go down the drain. I'm not afraid of them, but I must put an end to all possible variables. So, I want to ask Uncle Sun to help me!"

The man nodded, then asked, "How do you want me to help?"

Putting aside the relationship between Qian Yan and himself, if the Ancient Martial Hall could change the history, it would be an honor for him.

Thus, as long as he could help, he would do his best.

"Change the competition."

Qian Yan had obviously already planned this beforehand, so he said it without hesitation.

"How?"

The man asked in a deep voice.

The original rules of the Martial Arts Competition were that every academy would send out ten people to fight.

Every scholar could only fight once, whether it was a win or a draw.

Whichever side won first, the academy would win.

That is to say, no matter how strong you are, you can only fight once at most.

"On the side of the Beitang, the ones who comprehended the true essence of fighting are Fang Zhi and Feng Yanzhe, while on the side of the Ancient Martial Hall, there is only me."

Qian Yan frowned, and said word by word: "If it was the original competition rules, I could at most win one round for the Ancient Martial Hall, but the overall strength of the rest of the Beitang s are above ours. Even if I win, it will only be a drop in the bucket. I won't be able to play the critical role! "

"So?"

The man could already make out the facial features.

"Change it to the arena battle system. Whoever wins will be able to continue battling until they lose."

Qian Yan's eyes flashed with a bright light as his self-confidence exploded, "It's enough for me to win six matches in a row by myself."

"Are you confident?"

The man thought for a moment, as though this was the best way to restrict Beitang.

The Beitang was strong as a whole, and two people had comprehended the true essence of fighting. Compared to the Ancient Martial Hall, they were weaker, and thus suffered a loss.

"Also under the premise of comprehending the true essence of fighting, don't forget that I'm still a Body Refinement Expert."

Qian Yan laughed coldly, looking rather conceited: "Fang Zhi and Feng Yanzhe are strong, but they have at most trained for three months."

"It's only been three months. I don't believe they're stronger than me!"

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