Chapter 137 Beginning of the ratio

Five days have passed in a hurry, and the annual sword courtyard comparison finally came brilliantly in the attention of the public. In the past few days, whether it is the ordinary people in the streets and alleys of the imperial capital city, or the dignitaries in the royal palace, they are all talking about the comparison of Panlong Sword Academy. The names of the younger generation such as Dan Taiyan and Lannuo have become A topic that everyone is arguing about.

In the morning, Yan Song and Qin Shou finished their meal and walked to the Jianyuan together. At this time, Sun Kai had already gone to the three primary, intermediate and advanced martial arts arenas of the Jianyuan because of his eagerness, while Lin Feng was not interested at all. Because the comparison occupied the venue and could not be repaired, he had to sleep at home. Didn't get up.

Yan Song and Qin Shou separated after entering the sword courtyard, because 2,000 people participated in the initial competition, and they were not divided into the same martial arts arena. In order to improve efficiency, the college has set up 30 high platforms in the three major martial arts arenas, each of which is a flat cylinder with a height of three feet in radius, painted with black and white Taiji yin and yang fish patterns. The three flat and open martial arts arenas make these 30 high platforms dotted, showing a different momentum.

Yan Song's first performance was divided on the stage on the edge of the intermediate martial arts arena. When he came to the stage, many people had come around him, including the senior students who participated in the competition, but more junior and intermediate students who watched the comparison. In order to take care of the people outside the sword courtyard, the sword courtyard also specially took a path less than two meters wide around the martial arts arena, which was blocked by a railing for outsiders to watch in the railing.

On the surrounding side walls of each table, there is a list of people to compare with this table today, as well as the order of appearances, who compares with whom. It took a long time for the college to draw lots the day before. And after each round of comparison, the students who have been promoted will continue to draw lots, and the personnel on the table will be replaced. Yan Song took a closer look at the names and appearance order above and found that there were 35 comparisons on this stage today, and the comparison of 2,000 and 1,000 in the first round, according to the current scale and speed, should not be completed until the next day.

Fortunately, Yan Song saw that his name was still at the top, ranking tenth, and his opponent's name was Ye Yun, that is to say, it was his turn this morning.

After knowing his appearance, Yan Song squeezed out the crowd and sat down in the corner. At this time, he saw Sun Kai coming out of nowhere and was squeezing into the crowd. He stopped Sun Kai and asked him what he was doing, but he saw Sun Kai holding a pen and paper in his hand and looking like he was thinking carefully: "Understand the situation of the players before the game so that you can bet rationally. Well, I won't say more. I'll be busy first!" With that, he squeezed into the crowd.

Yan Song boredly lowered his time. After a while, he heard Sun Kai shouting his name. He looked up and saw the boy squeeze out of the crowd and came to him. He said with great emotion, "Brother Song, I'm sorry. I just wanted to bet on you, but I knew the girl compared with you. My sister's good friend, the third-order Xuanshi, is important for brothers to make money. I'm sorry for Brother Song, but I will support you mentally and support you to the end!" With that, before Yan let go of the scolding, he oiled the soles of his feet and slipped away.

Yan Song shook his head, "sneered" and said to himself, "This Ye Yuncai third-order Xuanshi, how can he be my opponent, stinky Kaizi, brother is not powerful, you really think I'm a cook!" Didn't you bet on me? OK, I'll even let you lose your underwear!"

The game in the crowd has begun, but Yan Song has no intention of watching it. Outside the crowd, he lay lazily on the ground, with his head resting his hands, listening to the sound of weapons from time to time near and far away, the mysterious cross-fighting and waves of cheers. After a while, it seemed that the game was over, and there began to hear admiration and sighs from the crowd. Some were aimed at the compareers, and a large part of them sighed that they made the wrong bet. While cursing that the person they were optimistic about was too idiot, they felt sorry that they lost money at the beginning, which was not good for the back...

Such scenes were staged one after another. Yan Song was confused. When he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard someone calling his name. He suddenly stood up and walked to the crowd. Squeezing into the crowd, he had found a girl in pink clothes standing on the stage waiting. At the same time, a middle-aged master next to him was looking around and shouting, "Yan Song! Yan Song, have you come? If you don't play again, Ye Yun will be promoted directly!"

A student under the stage said anxiously, "If you don't come, you will pull it down. Let's go directly. The strength of Sister Yun's third-level Xuanshi can defeat something loose with one finger. He just lost a lot, and now he finally needs to get back a little!" In addition to this student, it was also mixed with other shouts, but most of them supported Ye Yun. For Yan Song, only one or two low-level students who had just entered the college and did not know the truth were saying how powerful he was, but for some reason, they did not dare to shout.

"To!" Yan Song answered, gently under his feet, and his body soared to the ten-foot-high platform. Suddenly, there was a sigh from the stage, mixed with muttering from time to time, saying what to do, no matter how to lose...

Yan Song turned a deaf ear to the sound of the stage and stood there quietly, looking at Ye Yun on the opposite side, but saw that the girl known as Ye Yun on the opposite side did not even look at him. The other party's eyes were very flat and shot straight from the side of his head to the back, looking at Yan Song's eyes, which was obviously ignored! With the middle-aged master's "Start!", Yan Song pretended to be a newcomer, hurried back two steps, put on his posture, moved left for a while, moved to the right, and looked carefully at his opponent.

In contrast, Ye Yun was motionless. Her eyes still looked at the direction just now, and she shouted gently in her mouth, "Your level is too low. You'd better go down by yourself." As soon as she finished saying this, the people immediately shouted to Yan Song one after another, "Go down!" Go down!" Another part of people shouted, "Come on, Sister Yun!" Such words, as for the two figures supporting Yan Song, they have long been unknown.

Yan Song, who was shaking left and right, saw this and snorted coldly. He was not doing useless work. He learned from Ye Yun's appearance and stood straight in place with no expression on his face and looked at the other party: "It's too ridiculous to admit defeat in the first game, isn't it?"

Ye Yun did not reply, suddenly pulled out a long lavender sword on his back, and cut it at Yan Song with a sword. Everyone saw a wide sword screen flying out of the long sword, making a buzzing sound, which was invincible. They couldn't help praising: "Sure enough, extraordinary masters at the level of Xuanshi, ordinary sword spirit can achieve such an effect--

Before everyone finished speaking, they saw the young man in white on the stage gently turn over the sword spirit and fell to the same place. When the sword spirit had already disappeared into the void ten meters away. Yan Song still stood so indifferently and looked at Ye Yun with a little provocation on his face. Ye Yun saw this, her expression changed slightly, and she shouted loudly: "Thunder palm! Get out of here!" A palm hit out like thunder, and the jade palm was wrapped in a lavender electric arc, making a sound of breaking through the sky to seize the momentum and hit Yan Song. The people outside the court had already forgotten to shout, and they were all interrted by this sudden palm wind.

Yan Song's eyes narrowed. He didn't like this kind of self-righteous person the most. At that moment, a golden light flashed in his abdomen, and the mysterious spirit in his body turned into metal in an instant. His right foot stepped forward, and his right arm hit out. The light flashed on his little thumb and directly met the other party's thunder palm. In an instant, Yan Song's little thumb was shining like gold, and his whole arm drew a touch of gold. He only heard the sound of a sword sound of Ping and clicked on the palm of the other party's hand!

Everyone only heard a muffled sound on the stage, and the huge energy wave was centered on the junction of their fingers, surging and spreading around. The crowd slightly closer to the table were all blown back, and some low-level students were directly pushed to the ground.

"Uh!"

Ye Yun's face on the stage changed greatly. She didn't expect that the other party could resist her thunder palm with one finger, and she didn't expect that the other party's finger was far more powerful than she thought. She obviously felt that the strength on her finger did not come out at all! She looked at Yan Song in a moment, and then her expression was firm again, her eyes became ignored again, and she shouted again, "Get out of here!" While talking, her left arm lifted Xuanqi and destroyed it to the right arm. The light purple light flashed against the right palm of the other party's fingertips. Her strength suddenly increased 50%, and once again the mysterious spirit overflowed and hit Yan Song!"

"Faceless, broken finger!"

Yan Song's shoulders shook slightly, and the mysterious spirit in his body also ran on his right arm. At the same time, his little thumb reappeared, and suddenly moved forward in an instant. In the surprised eyes of everyone, he directly penetrated the continuous electric arc around the other party's jade palm and pierced into the palm! Ah!" Ye Yun suddenly pulled back his arm and withdrew from a distance of two feet between several sharp turns. He looked at the stabbed palm in surprise and looked at Yan Song, who was still flat on the opposite side with hatred.

The person who just shouted loudly outside the court was stunned at this time and stammered, "Well, that's right. Why is this boy's finger used? Why is it so hard?" Another person also said incredulously, "It's impossible. It doesn't seem that he is as powerful as Sister Yun! Is it possible that this time I lost the bet again..."

Ye Yun on the stage endured the pain, and her jade face was firm. She raised her arms high, and the light purple arc between her abdomen continued. Then her arms suddenly waved forward and brought out the arc, which was also an attribute martial soul! Yan Song only looked up to this opponent at this time. No wonder the people outside the court supported her so much. It turned out that her martial soul was so special and powerful. Moreover, her martial soul is rare among the nine mysterious attributes, and it turned out to be a lightning attribute. I heard that such an attribute martial soul is very domineering.

While thinking, a purple light flashed in front of him, and four or five purple balls flew towards him. He hurriedly took a virtual step under his feet and soared into the air. However, because of the surprise just now, he still slowed down and his left hand was touched by a purple ball. Suddenly, his whole body seemed to have been struck by lightning. A convulsions fell from the air and almost fell under the stage.

The teenager was shocked and endured the numbness of his whole body and climbed again before he hurriedly got up on the ground. He retreated to the edge of the table and urged the mysterious gas in his body to quickly transform into a wooden attribute. While healing his wounds, he wasware of the other party's second attack. Sure enough, as soon as Ye Yun waved, he urged the attribute martial soul again and threw the lavender thunder and lightning balls to Yan Song one by one. Yan Song learned a lesson this time, and he did not dare to delay his distraction. He hurriedly walked under his feet, dodged left and right, and turned up and tossed up and down.