I Am a Magic Sword Chapter 65: Standing on stage to compete
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In the early morning, after a simple breakfast, the teenagers, under the leadership of Hu, came to the square of the Lan family residence to wait.
On the square, nine large-scale competition platforms were neatly built. Each competition platform has a circular shape with a diameter of more than 30 battles. There is enough space for the martial artist to play.
The entire Lan family, counting the collaterals, how many people there are, Seventeen has no idea at all.
Anyway, it only took a while, and the square that was larger than Yiyang City's execution site was full of people.
A young man asked in a low voice: "Master, how many people are there in the Lan family?"
"If you count the collateral, there are still tens of thousands of people!" Hu Tongling whispered, "but not all of them are here today."
With tens of thousands of family members, seventeen as orphans is unimaginable.
"Today, including you, the 13 to 15 year old group has 672 people who signed up. The competition is fierce. You have to play hard!" Hu Tongling continued, "You are mainly in Go on the three martial arts stages on the left. Don’t run around. There is no hint that you are counted on the battlefield. You must remember your number plates. When someone asks you to go up, you will go to the martial arts stage!"
A group of teenagers nodded seriously.
The blue mansion is highly hierarchical, and the martial arts uniforms worn by teenagers like the seventeenths were sent from above.
Light blue, like a slave.
The children of the Lan family wear more casual clothes, mostly in black and white.
Seventeen glanced at his number plate, 603. The other companions were similar to him, and they were all very far behind. However, it is said that whom to play against was randomly selected, and when to compare depends on luck.
Everyone didn't get close to the three competition arenas, because the arena was surrounded by dense crowds.
Most of them are teenagers from the Lan family, and relatives of the teenagers.
Raised by the Lan family, the idea of loyalty to the Lan family is deeply ingrained in their minds.
They are all aware of their status as domestic servants and can put themselves in the right position, so they are all standing on the very edge of the ring, watching from a distance the peers of the Lan family who are competing in the ring.
The strength of the two blue boys who took the stage first made Seventeen a little dignified.
One of the two is a martial artist in the early stage of the air and sea state, and the other is stronger, a martial artist in the middle of the air and sea state.
The thirteen and four-year-olds who just wanted to prove themselves on the Lan Jia Nian test martial arts competition stage were shocked when they saw the profound and sophisticated martial arts performed by the two co-leaders on the stage. Very thorough!
The vast majority of their strength is only in the middle and late stages of the Condensed Qi Realm. If their opponents are the two on the competition stage, they have no chance of winning.
The realm is too different!
"If it is Seventeen, it should be fine!"
Lan Erwu said.
Since the seventeenth became a martial artist in the sea of air, this group of young people began to call him seventeen brothers, just like the former seventy-nine brothers, whoever is strong is the brother!
Seventeen replied: "If it were just them, of course I could win!"
"Great, seventeen brothers, you have to cheer and try to get the first one!"
"Yes, come on, Brother Seventeen!"
"..."
Several teenagers in white warrior uniforms looked at them. After hearing what they said, they turned around and said something at the same time, with a mocking smile on their faces.
Seventeen didn't care.
The first place is really hard!
If the opponent is only a mid-air sea realm martial artist, he still has a chance, but the problem is that his opponent should not only be a mid-air sea realm warrior!
In the afternoon, it was finally Seventeen's turn to play.
Their situation is not optimistic. More than 20 companions took the stage, and only five people succeeded in qualifying for tomorrow's game.
The five are all peak fighters in the condensing state, including Lan Erwu.
Chen Hao knew that the condensed air realm martial artist would not be able to compete for the last 20 places. If he was not mistaken, at least 30 air sea realm martial artists had appeared in their group of contestants.
"Seventy-nine and six hundred and three are on stage to compete!"
"Brother Seventeen, it's you!"
"Hurry up!"
People around the ring will automatically make way for Seventeen.
He heard the conversation of the person next to him.
"It turned out to be a servant boy!"
"But it looks really strong!"
"This is a contest, what's the use of being strong?"
"..."
Seventeen stepped onto the martial arts stage, and on the opposite side was an ordinary-looking young man. The young man was holding a thin sword in his hand. The blade of the thin sword was very shiny, and it should be at least a mysterious sword.
When the boy saw Seventeen dressed up, he couldn't help but smile.
He said happily: "It looks like I was lucky today and can easily pass the level!"
Seventeen looked at each other warily.
Looking at the other person's confidence, it shouldn't be a good thing!
Seventeen is a little worried about whether he will meet the genius of the late Qihai stage.
Suddenly someone in the audience shouted: "Changjian, hurry up and end the game, because my father's legs are almost numb!"
Seventeen’s opponent Lan Changjian shouted: "Okay, I will come right away, you wait for another quarter of an hour, maybe half an hour is not needed!"
Seventeen is a little bit skeptical, my luck might not be so bad!
"Let’s end the game quickly!"
As soon as the words finished, the opponent rushed over.
Lan Changjian's swordsmanship is very exquisite. It should be a yellow-level high-grade swordsmanship. Every sword is extremely fast and dazzling.
However, the seventeenth reaction was not slow, so he decided to treat it cautiously, concentrate on it, and use the magnanimous feature of the epee to continuously block the opponent's seven swordsmanship.
After seven strokes of swordsmanship, Seventeen was a little puzzled.
Lan Changjian's strength seems to be only at the initial stage of Qihai Realm!
Is he wrong?
That's impossible!
As a martial artist in the mid-air sea realm, he still knows the approximate strength of the martial artist in the early air sea realm.
Lan Changjian saw that the continuous strong attack did not defeat the opponent, he immediately closed his sword and stood up, and said to Seventeen: "Your strength is beyond my expectation. You are much stronger than the gang of servants who just came to power!" /
"Hmm!" Seventeen nodded.
"Son, finish quickly, don't talk nonsense with him!" The voice shouted just now in the audience.
"It seems that I can't end the battle in a short time if I don't show any real skills!"
"Yes!"
"Then you take it!"
As soon as Lan Changjian stepped forward, he rushed towards Seventeen with a very graceful posture.
"Try the Yufeng sword technique that I have just practiced successfully, the first style of wind howl!"
A sword pierced, with a harsh wind, piercing people's eardrums.
Mysterious swordsmanship!
Seventeen held the hilt in one hand and the body of the sword in the other. He put the scarlet epee upright in front of him with his shoulders against the epee.
With a sound of "dang", Lan Changjian's sword tip bent into an arc, and then he was bounced back.
Seventeen with a weird face, put down the epee and asked in a low voice: "Are you really a warrior in the early stage of Qihai Realm?"
Lan Changjian retracted the sword and said triumphantly: "How about you, are you scared? I admit that you are good at strength, but if you continue, you will definitely lose. If you don't want to get hurt, how about giving up?"
Seventeen carried the heavy sword, the aura on his body was completely exuded, and the cultivation base of the middle Qihai realm was undoubtedly revealed.