Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 33: This person is a bit special
But nothing is absolute.
In this world, there are always some **** called geniuses who play their cards uncommonly.
In Yunmeng City, there are some students who are relatively talented and have a high level of profound energy. They buy combat skills in private and go to practice quietly. If they are lucky, they can all be successful in their cultivation, and they can exert a little bit of power in the Star Wars skills.
For example, Wu Xiaofang.
This guy has trained the one-star sword skill [Cold Python Seven Illusory Sword] to a similar level, which is enough to crush many students of the same level.
But unfortunately, I met such a coercive evildoer as Lin Beichen, and was ruthlessly defeated.
Actually, if Wu Xiaofang can really cultivate [Han Python Seven Illusory Sword] to the realm of 'entering the room', it will be enough to defeat Lin Beichen.
Of course, this can only be seen by experienced instructors.
But at the moment, both Mu Xinyue and Yue Hongxiang have cultivated their respective sword skills to the level of 'entering the room', which is by no means comparable to Wu Xiaofang's half-baked [Cold Python Seven Illusory Sword].
Between the double-shu moves, there is a faint light of profound energy on the blade.
Each time the long sword strikes, there is a strange roar.
The blade hits the spot, shimmering.
Air flow bursts through the air like water ripples.
These two female students are not simple.
I have secretly cultivated to this level.
It seems that even if Wu Xiaofang was not eliminated by Lin Beichen, he would not have any chance of winning when he met either of the two women.
Experts look at the doorway.
A layman is watching the fun.
Lin Beichen is undoubtedly a layman.
He just felt that the battle between the two beautiful girls suddenly became more and more interesting.
Other students generally think this way.
Two minutes later.
Ding!
The sound of long swords hitting each other.
Yue Hongxiang exclaimed, clutching her wrist and staggering back.
A blush of blood spilled from her fingers.
The winner and the loser are divided.
Mu Xinyue's expression was neither arrogant nor impetuous, she held her sword at her elbow, and said, "Junior Sister Yue, let me go."
There was finally an unstoppable exclamation around the ring.
The battle didn't last long.
It can be seen that Mu Xinyue's strength has an absolute advantage.
Yue Hongxiang looked down at her injury, and the tendon on her right wrist was broken.
She knew that Mu Xinyue did it on purpose.
Such injuries need to be treated with the extremely valuable [Baiyu Interrupted Ointment]. It will take at least half a month before the broken tendons can be connected, and it will affect the actual combat of swordsmanship. three months.
This will greatly affect her performance in the [Tianjiao Contest] qualifiers.
"I lost."
Yue Hongxiang's expression was extremely calm, and she didn't accuse her too much.
With her left hand stained with blood, she retrieved her long sword, turned and walked off the ring.
"The competition is over, Mu Xinyue wins."
Invigilator Ding Sanshi announced the results loudly.
Mu Xinyue is standing on the ring, smiling, her long black hair fluttering, bathed in the golden afterglow of the setting sun, she looks like she is covered with a layer of golden divine light, a beautiful figure, It was deeply imprinted in the hearts of countless male students.
"Today's competition is over."
On the viewing platform, the grade director Chu Hen stood up and announced the temporary end of the day's competition.
At this point, there is only one last battle left in the mid-year competition——
Championship battle.
The final grade is proud of the first day, and will be born in the battle of tomorrow.
The crowd dispersed in twos and threes amid the anticipation of the discussion.
There were several female students with budding hearts, who gathered up the courage to go to Lin Beichen for an autograph, but after looking around, they found that this beautiful young man had no idea where he was going.
……
Ten minutes later.
In the examination room.
"Wahahaha, brother Qingxuan, please tell me, this time, how are these two geniuses in the second year of my third academy doing?"
Chu Hen asked the same question back and forth dozens of times, as if he had amnesia.
Li Qingxuan's head froze for a while.
There is no end to you.
I know you want to show off, but it's a bit too much to keep asking.
He had to perfunctory: "Okay, very good, very good."
Chu Hen laughed again: "Brother Qingxuan thinks, who will win the decisive battle tomorrow?"
Li Qingxuan thought about it carefully, and said, "On the surface, it seems like five to five...but I'm still optimistic about Mu Xinyue."
"Oh?"
Chu Hen was slightly surprised: "Brother Qingxuan, why did you judge like this?"
Li Qingxuan said: "Well... intuition."
Chu Hen also nodded and said: "Indeed, I don't know why, although Lin Beichen's profound energy level is higher, but I also have the same intuition as you."
"By the way, Brother Chu, have you ever thought about why an ignorant and ignorant prodigal suddenly turned into a genius with amazing talent? What secrets are hidden in it?"
Li Qingxuan reminded.
Chu Hen's expression was slightly serious, and said: "Of course I have 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, who has created many It's not impossible for him to dote on Lin Beichen so much and leave some great opportunity for his son."
Li Qingxuan nodded.
He also leans towards this view.
Just, don't forget, the emperor didn't kill Lin Beichen at the beginning because he was a waste of brains and had no threat.
And now, Lin Beichen has become a genius.
After His Majesty the Emperor finds out, will he still keep the only son of the criminal minister, Zhan Tianhou?
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Sunset falls.
The campus of the Third College is extremely quiet.
A grove in the depths of the martial arts arena.
As soon as Lin Beichen came back, he saw the old housekeeper with a sad face and staring at him.
"Master, my sword..."
"Oh, broken."
"Ah, no, that's my ancestral sword..."
"But it broke."
"Master, it is a kind sword, you..."
"Really broken."
"Uuuuu, my sword has been passed down for 18 generations in my royal family. I have lost you...you died so miserably."
"Shut up, don't **** yourself up, I'll buy you a new one later."
"Really? I want the most popular [Blue Bird Sword] in Yunmeng City that Master Fan released this year."
"Buy."
"Thank you, Master, I'm going to prepare dinner for you."
Facts have proved that the wretched housekeeper Wang Zhong is indeed a rare good bastard.
A sumptuous dinner was prepared soon. The meat and vegetables were perfectly matched and the taste was excellent. With the fruit wine [Peach Blossom Brew], Lin Beichen felt like he had entered a five-star hotel.
Too good at serving people.
Let Lin Beichen feel once again that it is really cool to have such a dog around him.
After eating and drinking, Lin Beichen hid in the tent.
Fiddled with the phone for a while, but found nothing new.
So go straight to sleep.
After all, I fought all day long, and although I was nourished by my profound energy, I still felt very tired.
In an hour.
While he was sound asleep, Wang Zhong's voice was heard from outside.
"Master, Master? Someone came to you."
Wang Zhong knocks on the tent door.
Lin Beichen turned over and said impatiently, "Who is there, I don't have time to see you, let him get out."
"Uh... Master, this person is a bit special, hey hey hey, you'd better meet him."
In the voice of the old housekeeper, there was an undisguised hint of wretchedness.
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