Soldiers are not bloody

As the situation was over, Ji Shijiang, the instructor of the West Court, shouted meaninglessly. Zhao Hanyan had a palm attack and was effective. She was like a fish in water. She completely put down her psychological burden and actually jumped up. She escaped from the thunderstorm horse under her crotch, jumped up more than two meters high, holding the Qing Feng Sword in her hand and slashed down from a high position.

In an instant, the green light ran towards Hong Yu'e's head as if sharp, making her look fascinated and swung the Hongfang Sword to block it, but the red light was defeated as soon as it appeared.

"Sure!"

The extremely powerful force made Hongfang sword fall off her hand, and a figure came over as lightning as lightning. The combat boots kicked Hong Yu'e's head, making her scream, feeling that the blackness in front of her fell down.

Mu Yuzi, who is the referee on the scene, quickly shouted: "Stop."

Zhao Hanyan lit the toes on the jujube horse immediately, twisted his body like a spiritual cloud and flew back, sat upright on the thunderstorm horse, turned his head with a smile and looked at Qiu Yu and others, as if saying, "I didn't embarrass you."

As Mu Yuzi loudly announced, "The first assessment, Zhao Han from the North Academy won the Yansheng..." The students of the North Academy were cheering and excited. Winning at the beginning was of great significance to them. Perhaps, this year's assessment in the North Academy will not give other branches the lowest, which makes people despise them.

As a mentor, Jiang Ruolan smiled and shouted, "Hanyan, you are so awesome!"

Looking at the students in the West Courtyard again, they no longer had the excitement they had before, and they were like eggplants beaten with frost and kept silent.

The mentor Ji Shijiang cursed with a black look on his face, "Bad!" In anger, he slapped out with a palm, and the chairs around him became shattered and scattered everywhere.

The thunderstorm came over with a clattering sound. Zhao Hanyan returned to the team and hugged Yan Qingping excitedly. The latter said happily: "I performed so well. You have made the first contribution to our North Academy."

Qiu Yu also praised: "Good example."

Zhao Han and Yan Yan smiled, "That's thanks to your encouragement."

The assessment is based on the second match between two boys. Dai Chen from the East Court vs. Lang Shuishan from the South Court. After a fierce showdown, the former narrowly won.

The third game is Sun Manyun, a girl from the East Court and Yang Zixi from the West Court, who won.

In the fourth game, Zhang Xiulin, the South Courtyard vs. Tan Han, the North Courtyard, the former is the mid-stage Lingyong strength, and the latter is the early stage of Lingyong, and there is a gap in itself. Even though Tan Han tried all his strength, he still lost and was stabbed in the shoulder by Zhang Xiulin.

The evil young man used a first-grade weapon and killed the gun. The ordinary iron armor worn by Tan Han could not defend against it. It was penetrated by the tip of the gun. Blood immediately splattered. He screamed and fell from his mount and fell to the ground.

The ultimate assessment is already very risky, and it is inevitable to be injured and there is no criticism.

Zhang Xiulin looked proud and arrogantly pointed the deadly gun at Tan Han on the ground, laughing wildly: "It's just like this, it's all garbage."

The cheers of the South Court were thunderous. In sharp contrast, the many students of the North Court were extremely angry, and they all secretly hoped that the masters of our court would punish this ruthless bastard in the next round.

Qiu Yu looked at the bastard with a cold look, but saw the other party also aiming here, and raised his middle finger and cursed, "What do you think? You'll end up waiting."

Qiu Yu was furious when his companion was injured. He said in a deep voice: "Wait, I will settle the accounts with you sooner or later."

Zhang Xiulin said extremely rampantly: "Okay, I am waiting to ruin you."

As Mu Yuzi announced that Zhang Xiulin won, a doctor immediately stepped forward to bandage Tan Han and bandage it. Many students from the South Hospital cheered excitedly, and the instructor Zheng Hongju's gloomy face finally showed a smile.

In the fifth game, Yan Qingping vs. Kuang Yanxi, the South Courtyard. She was in the middle of Linghong. She easily won the game and used only five moves to defeat the opponent, which made the silent North Courtyard cheer again.

The eyes of Dean Wu Batuo flashed with surprise and said with relief: "I didn't expect that some of the girls outside can reach the middle stage of spiritual rush, which is very rare."

In the sixth game, Yu Yi of the West Court vs. Xue Ming of the East Court. As the famous young master in the college, he came to the venue with a furious clothes and horses. Many female students around him screamed excitedly and were obsessed with it.

Compared to him, Xue Ming, a boy from the East Academy, seemed very frustrated, but his ordinary mounts and armor were full of fear. He felt that he was really unlucky and actually had a duel against Young Master Yu, who was the most powerful in the academy. Damn, he would definitely lose.

"Mr. Yu, you are so handsome!"

"Young Master Yu is the most powerful, no one can do it."

"I love Mr. Yu..."

The girls screamed one after another, forming an episode of the ultimate assessment. Yuan Haba, the jury's chief resident, smiled and said, "It seems that Yu Yi is very popular with female students, talent."

Wu Batuo said: "Talent is of course important, but more importantly, it is to grow in a powerful family. In that case, there will be superior cultivation conditions to improve strength."

Yuan Haba laughed and said, "Haha, it makes sense. Human destiny is destined to be destined to have little prospect."

The cheers of many female students made Yu Yipiao forget it. He enjoyed this treatment very much. He felt that he was like a rare treasure. Then he became more and more cool and showed off his weapon. It was a long sword with a dazzling cold light, which surprised the East Court tutor Pan Tingshou and said in a lost voice: "The second-grade weapon, the Sky Python Sword!"

The voice came into the ears of the students, and the many onlookers were envious and jealous. After all, they were the son of the mayor. The real tycoon actually used a second-grade weapon.

Looking at Yu Yi's sword with a python head in his hand, and looking at the geese-winged sword that was not in his hand, Xue Ming was even more confident. He heard Mu Yuzi shouting loudly: "Start." He said in a trembling voice: "No need to beat me, I admit defeat..."

Yu Yi was stunned, with a proud look on his handsome face, and he smiled and said, "You are very cognitive and you will definitely lose, which is good, which saves a lot of time."

Many students were in an uproar and admitted defeat before the fight started. I guess Xue Ming was scared. However, they all expressed their understanding and no one laughed at the other party. After all, it was impossible for anyone in the entire academy to be Yu Yi's opponent.

Mu Yuzi said: "Because East Academy player Xue Ming took the initiative to admit defeat and gave up the showdown, the West Academy Yu also won the game."

Pan Tingshou sighed and agreed to this fact. There is no difference between fighting or not. After all, Yu Yi is too strong and well-equipped, so no one can reach it.

Yuan Haba smiled on the judges' seat and praised: "It's very good. This game is easy to save trouble. It seems that Yu Yi is famous, and the player also knows that he will lose if he continues to fight. He chose to give up and knows that Mingze protects himself, which is also smart."
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