Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

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In this world, there are always some bastards called geniuses who are uneasy and common sense.

In Yunmeng City, there are some students with relatively excellent talents and high levels of profound energy. They purchase combat skills in private, and quietly go to practice. If they are lucky, they can practice successfully and exert a little power to enter and exit the star warfare skills.

For example, Wu Xiaofang.

This product has a one-star sword skill [Han Python Seven Magic Sword], which has been trained to a similar level, which is enough to crush many students of the same level.

But it was a pity that he encountered Lin Beichen, who was so desperately defeated.

In fact, if Wu Xiaofang can really cultivate the [Han Python Seven Fantasy Sword] to the state of'dengtang enter the room', it will be enough to defeat Lin Beichen.

Of course, these can only be seen by experienced teachers.

But right now, whether it is Mu Xinyue or Yue Hongxiang, they have practiced their respective sword-sword skills to the level of'dengtang entering the room', which is by no means comparable to Wu Xiaofang's half-hanging "Han Python Seven Fantasy Sword".

Between Shuangshu's moves, the sword blade faintly reveals a glimmer of profound energy.

Every time the long sword fights, it makes a strange roar.

The blade hit the point and the shimmer shimmered.

The air flow exploded in the air like water ripples.

These two female students are not simple.

Actually practiced to this degree in secret.

It seems that even if Wu Xiaofang was not eliminated by Lin Beichen, there was no chance of winning any of the two women.

Experts look at the doorway.

The layman looks lively.

Lin Beichen is undoubtedly a layman.

He just felt that the battle between the two beautiful girls suddenly became more and more lively.

Other students generally think this way.

After two minutes.

Ding!

The sound of a long sword.

Yue Hongxiang exclaimed, clutching her wrist and staggering back.

A touch of bright red blood spilled from her fingers.

The outcome is divided.

Mu Xinyue looked arrogant and restless, holding her sword in her elbows, and said, "Sister Yue, let me."

Around the ring, an unstoppable cry of excitement finally sounded.

The battle did not last long.

This shows that Mu Xinyue's strength occupies an absolute advantage.

Yue Hongxiang looked down at her injury, and the tendon at her right wrist was cut off.

She knew that this was deliberately done by Mu Xinyue.

This kind of injury needs to be treated with extremely valuable [white jade intermittent ointment], at least half a month before it can be connected with broken tendons, and it will affect the actual combat of swordsmanship. If it is carefully maintained, it will heal completely in two to three months time.

This will greatly affect her performance in the [Tianjiao hegemony] qualifiers.

"I lost."

Yue Hongxiang's expression was extremely calm, without too much accusation.

With her left hand stained with blood, she retrieved her long sword and turned and walked off the ring.

"The contest is over, Mu Xin Yue wins."

Ding Sanshi, an invigilator, announced the results aloud.

Mu Xinyue was standing on the ring with a smile, her long black hair fluttered, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, it looked like she was covered with a layer of golden divine light, a beautiful shadow, deeply Engraved in the hearts of countless male students.

"Today's Dabi is over."

On the viewing platform, the grade director Chu Jian stood up and announced the temporary end of the day's event.

At this point, the only battle left in the middle of the year is-

Championship fight.

The final grade will be bigger than the first day, and will be born in the battle of tomorrow.

In anticipation of the discussion, the crowd dispersed in twos and threes.

A few female students who were buoyant in their spring spirit had the courage to seek Lin Beichen's signature, but found a circle and found that the beautiful boy had no idea where to go.

...

ten minutes later.

Examination room.

"Wahahaha, Brother Qingxuan, let's talk about it. This time, how are these two Tianjiao in the second grade of my third college?"

Chuhen, like having amnesia, asked the same question back and forth dozens of times.

Li Qingxuan was big for a while.

Endless you.

I know you want to show off, but it's a bit too much to ask questions like this.

He had to perfunctoryly say: "Okay, very good, very good."

Chu Zhen laughed again: "Brother Qing Xuan thought, who will win the loser in the decisive battle tomorrow?"

Li Qingxuan thought about it carefully and said, "On the surface, it's five to five...but I still prefer Mu Xinyue."

"Oh?"

Chu Hen was slightly surprised: "Why did Brother Xuan Xuan judge so?"

Li Qingxuan said: "Well... intuition."

Chu Jian also nodded and said, "It's true, I don't know why. Although Lin Beichen's Xuanqi rank is higher, I also have the same intuition as you."

"Oh, Brother Chu, have you ever wondered why a prodigal prodigy who didn't learn no skill, suddenly changed into a surprisingly talented genius, what secrets are hidden in it?"

Li Qingxuan reminded.

Chu Qian’s expression was slightly serious, and said: "Of course I thought about this matter, it should be the back hand left by Zhan Tianhou. After all, that one of the battlefield myths of the empire has created many miracles. It is not impossible for him to spoil Lin Beichen so much and leave some great opportunities for his son."

Li Qingxuan nodded.

He also tends to this view.

It's just, don't forget that the emperor did not kill Lin Beichen at first, because he was a waste of brain, and there was no threat.

Now, Lin Beichen has become a genius.

After His Majesty the Emperor knows, will he remain the only son of Zhan Tianhou?

...

...

The sun is falling.

The campus of the Third College is extremely quiet.

The grove deep in Yanwuchang.

As soon as Lin Beichen came back, he saw the old steward's face with grief and his eyes staring at him faintly.

"Master, my sword..."

"Oh, broken."

"Ah, no, that's my ancestral sword..."

"But it broke."

"Master, it is a sword of kindness, you..."

"Really broken."

"Ooooo, my sword, passed down to my Wang family for eighteen generations, I lost you...you died so miserably."

"Lying trough, don't fucking mourn, go back and buy you a new one."

"Really? I want Master Fan's most popular [Blue Bird Sword] launched this year by Yunmeng City."

"buy."

"Thank you young master, I will prepare dinner for you."

Facts have proved that the wretched steward Wang Zhong is indeed a rare good dogleg.

Soon I prepared a sumptuous dinner table. The meat and vegetables were perfectly matched and the taste was excellent. Together with the fruit wine [Peach Blossom Brew], Lin Beichen had the feeling of entering a five-star hotel.

Too good to serve people.

Lin Beichen once again felt that having such a dogleg around him was really cool.

After the meal was full, Lin Beichen hid in the tent.

Fiddle with the phone for a while, nothing new.

So fall asleep directly.

After all, there was a fight during the day. Although it was nourishing, it still felt very tired.

after an hour.

When he was sleeping soundly, Wang Zhongwei shrank from the outside.

"Master, Master? Someone came to you."

Wang Zhong knocked on the tent door.

Lin Beichen turned over, and said impatiently: "Who, no time, let him get away."

"Uh... Master, this person is a little special, hehe hehe hey, you better see it."

In the voice of the old housekeeper, there was an unabashed hint of trifling.

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