On the sword discussion stage, the principal of the South Campus gave a speech first, and after that, the swordsman in charge took the stage to announce the rules.

The competition format is single-elimination elimination, with eight rounds played until a winner is finally determined.

The rules of the match are also relatively simple. First, the levels are divided by realm, and then the matches are drawn by lots.

When Xia Yan passed the preliminary round, his level was only at the early stage of the second level, which was the lowest among all the contestants.

So when the lottery started on the stage, Xia Yan felt a little worried.

You must know that there is a Xiantian realm school girl on the fifth floor of Hidden Sword Pavilion.

According to the current lottery rules, I might end up facing each other in the first round.

Soon, the results of the lottery came out.

There was a huge lottery result display board on the stage, which was pushed around the venue.

All students' nametags are hung at the bottom, facing each other one by one.

This kind of brand only has two lines of characters, one is the name and the other is the realm.

Xia Yan took a closer look and found that his opponent in the first round was Jiang Xiaoai, who was at the early stage of the acquired fourth level.

Chen Wenbing's opponent is Mao Xueyi, a triple peak player.

Then Xia Yan looked at the realms of all the students and found that there was no innate realm.

The highest level among them is only the fourth level middle stage.

Xia Yan felt a little strange and asked Chen Wenbing beside him: "Are all the students who passed the primary election on the South Campus on this display board?"

Chen Wenbing was already worried, but when he saw his matchup situation, he became even more confused.

He was too distracted to hear Xia Yan's question and asked, "What did you say?"

"As far as I know, there is a Xiantian Realm student in the South Campus, but there is no such person on the display board," Xia Yan said.

"Hey, it's rare that you still know about her." Chen Wenbing shook his head, "I thought you had been practicing at home all day these past few years and didn't know anything about what happened in the academy."

"You know her too?"

"Nonsense, that's the famous Nan Yujian." Chen Wenbing rolled his eyes.

"Her name is Nan Yujian?" Xia Yan said in surprise, "Such a strange name?"

"Hey, that's a nickname." Chen Wenbing said, "In recent years, our Ten Thousand Swords Academy has produced four innate-level geniuses, all of whom are mutant sword species.

There is one student from each of the southeast, northwest and northwest campuses. They stand out from the crowd in their respective campuses and are far ahead of other students.

So the students nicknamed these four monsters, "North Kunlun", "South Yujian", "West Princess", and "East Taixu".

Our South Campus person is Nan Yujian.

It is said that she stays on the fifth floor of Hidden Sword Pavilion all day long. Other students cannot see her and do not know her real name."

"Then she didn't participate?" Xia Yan asked again.

"How could she not participate?" Chen Wenbing said, "But if you think about it, if a person from the Xiantian realm comes to the preliminaries, it's like a tiger has joined the flock. There is no suspense at all.

Therefore, those four Xiantian Realm students directly represented the Ten Thousand Swords Academy and participated in Yu Qing Dynasty's academy to discuss swordsmanship. They did not participate in the academy's internal selection, which was equivalent to a recommendation.

And our Wanjian Academy is one of the largest training academies in the Yuqing Dynasty. There are six places for swordsmanship in the academy.

So in addition to these four, there can be two more.

The current campus preliminaries, including the subsequent academy selections, are to put it bluntly, letting others compete for these two spots.

Of course, this kind of thing is relatively far away for us.

I have no chance in this life, and you, the sword species mutated too late, there is hope next year, forget it this year."

Someone beside Xia Yan said calmly, "Forget it this year. Now that you are on the sword fighting stage, you have to go all out. Even before the fight started, you started to get discouraged. You are a waste."

Chen Wenbing looked over and found that Gu Zhantang had sat next to Xia Yan at some point and protested: "Madman Gu, I'm talking to Xia Yan, why are you sitting here?"

A trace of depression flashed across Gu Zhantang's face, and he pointed at the group of young men from Wushan Town behind him: "This is the farthest place from them."

While he was talking, the first sword fight under the stage was about to begin.

There are many games in the first round of the preliminaries, which are held over three days.

It was just announced on the stage that the order of the battles will be based on the position of the displayed cards, from left to right.

Chen Wenbing's name is in the second group on the left, and it will be his turn soon.

And my own brand is relatively high up, with only about ten games ahead of me.

"It's better to die early and be born early." Chen Wenbing murmured from the side.

As he spoke, he took out the long sword he carried with him and put it on his knees.

Xia Yan looked at him from the side, feeling somewhat sympathetic.

Chen Wenbing said before that he won a few rounds, but that was a half-truth and half-false joke.

He knew that he actually couldn't win a few rounds, but he must have been lucky and wanted to meet someone weaker and take advantage of him.

But when the result of the match came out, the opponent was a triple peak student.

The realm is the same as his, but his realm is gained through solid practice.

Xia Yan didn't know how to comfort him, so she could only pat him on the shoulder.

"It's okay." Chen Wenbing smiled, "It's true that I can't win, but your opponent is in the early stage of the fourth level and will be worse than me. You will get a big share of the hush money paid to Xiaocui later."

Now Xia Yan finally found a way to comfort him and nodded: "Okay."

While he was talking, the sword discussion stage had already been cleared.

A large sword fighting platform that is 100 meters square. This kind of venue does not allow students to fight swords on a regular basis.

The venue is too big and it is not easy to be knocked off the stage to determine the winner. The two sides fight to the death on the stage, with a high casualty rate.

If you want to fight swords in this kind of venue, you must have a master with a high level of cultivation to be present.

One is refereeing, and the other is protection.

At this time, the sword cultivator who presided over the draw stepped down and the display card was carried down, leaving only two students standing opposite each other and the refereeing master standing between them.

As soon as the referee lowered his raised hand, the person stepped aside.

Two figures with sword lights collided violently.

The sound of gold and iron clashing continued to be heard, accompanied by the muffled sound of strong thunder.

Xia Yan couldn't take his eyes off it.

Since he came to this world, this was the first time he watched a sword fight between academy students.

According to the memory of the predecessor, this group of students generally have solid cultivation, and they also fight swords on a daily basis. They are not weak in actual combat, but who can compare with this score.

As a swordsman like Gu Zhantang, he is used to having his sword lick blood, and almost every attack is a matter of life and death.

The martial arts swordsmanship in his hands are all killing skills.

The swordsmanship in the sword pavilion in the academy is essentially a training method to increase physical fitness, and the actual combat effect is only balanced.

Therefore, even if it is like "Diamond Sword", which is already very fierce in actual combat, once he encounters Madman Gu, Xia Yan has never had the chance to use it before.

The two students on the stage at the moment are both at the third level of early stage cultivation and have similar abilities. The Dingdong May 4 fight was very lively.

Chen Wenbing put a long sword on his knees and watched the battle while waiting, taking a breath of cold air from time to time:

"Can this still happen?"

"Wow, this is a great move."

"Huh? You can actually get it back?"

As Xia Yan looked at it, he felt that it was really good for two boys of eighteen or nineteen to fight like this.

It's just a little hypnotic and makes me sleepy.

Gu Zhantang beside him shook his head: "Two losers."

As soon as Madman Gu finished speaking, the competition on the stage ended.

The referee intervened and separated the two men who were still fighting.

One of the students was already covered in paint and his shoulder was dripping with blood.

The other student was panting but uninjured.

At the end of the competition, the latter wins.

Beside Xia Yan, Chen Wenbing stood up.

Mr. Chen had a solemn look on his face. He made a sword flower in his hand, held his long sword behind his back, turned around and said to the group of wealthy young men in Wushan Town:

"Brothers, I, Chen, will come back as soon as I go. If we lose, we will not lose the formation. The noise must be loud!"

The crowd responded in unison:

"Okay! Senior Chen, you can go on your way with peace of mind."
To be continued...