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Ling Yun spent a long time in the college before finding the Xinsheng dormitory building and his own dormitory.

When I opened the door, I saw that the space inside was slightly narrow, about twenty square meters.

The dormitory is simple and has only one bed, a small table and a small chair, and nothing else.

However, Ling Yun had no requirements for these things, just stay there.

Just before Ling Yun entered the dormitory, he had time to go to bed for a while, a loud and powerful shout came from downstairs.

"Tomorrow is the freshman competition~"

"Tomorrow is the freshman competition~"

"All freshmen remember to participate, and there are generous rewards for the freshmen competition!"

"All freshmen remember to participate, and there are generous rewards for the freshmen competition!"

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"Freshman martial arts competition? It sounds quite interesting. I don't know what kind of rewards will be. Tianshan Academy is the top college of Fengyue Dynasty. Although it is just a freshman martial arts competition, the rewards should not be too shabby."

Ling Yun in the dormitory heard the shouts downstairs and began to talk to himself with interest. He also became a little interested in this freshman martial arts competition.

The next morning, Ling Yun pushed open the door of the dormitory, went to the college’s freshman cafeteria for breakfast, and then walked towards the college’s freshman martial arts venue.

Along the way, Lingyun saw many young boys and girls about the same age as him walking towards the martial arts venue. Seeing their different outfits, Lingyun knew that they were all newborns like him.

The old students in the college all have uniform clothing, which can be seen at a glance.

After coming to the martial arts arena, Ling Yun noticed that there were ten 20 meters in diameter on the martial arts arena. When he came yesterday, there were no such stadiums here. It seemed that they were quickly built last night.

Half an hour later, more and more people gathered in the martial arts venue, and soon there were thousands of people, and most of them were newborns.

Few old students come to watch it, and perhaps they are not interested in the freshman martial arts competition.

But there are also old students with bad intentions coming over, not to watch the game, but to pick up young junior sisters.

Tianshan College is not a noble college. Anyone who meets the admission qualifications can be admitted.

Therefore, in Tianshan Academy, most of the students are children of ordinary families, and the nobles are a minority after all.

These ordinary children do not have any good resources, and can only work harder and harder than others to gain a foothold in the academy.

Ling Yun was not very interested in the competition for a group of children. He was just curious about the rewards of the competition. If it was helpful to cultivation, he would participate. If not, forget it.

"Everyone is quiet~"

Suddenly, a loud voice sounded on the martial arts field.

The sound was loud and powerful, spreading throughout every place in the martial arts venue. After everyone heard this sound, they immediately calmed down and looked at the owner of the sound.

The owner of the voice was a middle-aged man in his early forties, dressed in a gray outfit and looked very ordinary, but his sharp eyes, which were occasionally shining with sharp light, making people afraid to look directly into his eyes.

"Dear students, I am the vice president of Tianshan College, Qin Huai. Today's freshman competition will be hosted by me. As for the rules of this freshman competition, I believe everyone should see it on the billboard at the entrance of the martial arts venue, so I won't say more."

"The first prize is a high-level spiritual weapon, the Wind Chasing Sword, and a third-grade elixir, the Rain Dew Return Yuan Pill, and there are 1,000 credits!"

"The second prize is a high-level black iron spirit weapon, Cangyun Sword, and 500 credits!"

"The third prize is a low-level black iron spirit weapon, Ruoshui sword, and three hundred credits!"

"In addition, the top 30 students can receive a reward of 100 credit points!"

"Everyone should know what the credits of the college are used for. If there are enough credits, you can go to the college's library to exchange for the items, spiritual weapons, elixirs, martial arts, and combat skills."

Hearing this, the freshmen present couldn't help but take a deep breath. The reward was not only generous.

One thousand credits are enough to exchange for a lot of good things in the library.

One credit is equivalent to two spiritual crystals, and one thousand credits are two thousand spiritual crystals. For those disciples from ordinary families, this credit is a very generous reward, not to mention the star-level advanced spiritual weapons and third-grade elixirs, which is simply dreaming.

Who can get this first place is so exciting.

Even if the top three have nothing to do with them, the top 30 can still compete, and there are still a lot of credits for one hundred points.

The freshman martial arts competition began soon, and everyone had to draw lots to decide the order of their appearance.

There are many wooden signs in the large wooden box with numbers engraved on it. If you win number one, then the opponent will be number two, and number one and number two will compete on the ring.

Similarly, No. 3 vs. No. 4, No. 5 vs. No. 6, No. 7 vs. No. 8 and so on.

Soon it was Ling Yun's turn. Ling Yun stepped forward, reached out and put it into the wooden box. He picked up a wooden sign with number 18 engraved on it, and his opponent was number 17.

After the students finished drawing, they came to the ring in an orderly manner and waited for their competition to begin.

The competition went on very quickly, and in half a day, only a few hundred people were left.

The opponent Ling Yun encountered was in the seventh stage of spiritual power. He did not spend much effort. He had extremely rich combat experience in his previous life. Now, when dealing with a little kid, he randomly hit the opponent out of the ring and won the game.

The competition continued in the afternoon, with only a few dozen people left for hundreds of people, and Ling Yun of course was among them.

At this moment, Ling Yun suddenly noticed that there were a few bad eyes staring at him not far away.

That was the second young master of the Ya family who was knocked unconscious by himself yesterday. Yaran, there was a familiar person Ling Yun beside him.

Han Xian, the second son of the Han family, one of the three major families in the imperial city, is one year older than Na Yaran and is said to be a master of the eighth spiritual power stage.

"I didn't expect that the second young master of the Han family would become the follower of the second young master of the Ya family."

Ling Yun shook his head and sneered, ignoring Na Yaran and Han Xian, and his eyes fell on a young man in blue on the ring.

"This guy is very skilled. He is quick, accurate and ruthless. From the first round, this guy seems to have knocked others out of the ring with one punch."

Ling Yun was quite interested in the handsome young man in green on the ring. Although the other party was strong, he did not look arrogant at all, which gave people a good feeling.
Chapter completed!