Dragon Proud Valkyrie

Chapter 21

Cloud Academy.

Every year, the Great Competition of the Outer Academy is held to check the cultivation achievements of the students.

In the competition in the outer court, some students stood out. Even if their cultivation had not broken through to the level of a martial artist, the top three could still enter the inner court to practice.

The martial arts training ground in the outer courtyard.

There was a lot of voices, and tens of thousands of students gathered here.

There are martial arts competition platforms all over the entire training ground.

In the spectator seats, the teachers chatted and laughed, and they were all looking forward to the fact that their students could soar into the sky.

"The vice president is here."

There was a sound of breaking through the void, followed by an old man stepping through the void in a blink of an eye.

"Flying in the sky, Ninghua Wuhuang, I heard that the vice president has broken through the third level of Wuhuang."

Martial King Congealing Pills, if he practiced to the extreme, he could break the Dan Congealing Flower and advance to the Martial Emperor Realm of Condensing Flowers.

Standing in the crowd, Long Hao felt the aura emanating from Vice President Situ Qingyun, his heart trembled, and he clenched his fists tightly.

One day, I will advance to the Blossom Condensation Martial Emperor Realm.

"The once-a-year Outer Court Competition is officially open!"

Following Situ Qingyun's words fell.

The entire martial arts training ground was completely boiling. About one-third of the tens of thousands of students participated in the big competition, and the opponent was determined by drawing lots.

"No. 360 No. [-], Guan Zaifei, a fifth-level warrior."

Fight in pairs, the winner advances to the next level, and continues to fight until the final top ten is determined.

The lottery determines the opponent, and luck plays a large part, just like a third-level warrior, if the lottery draws an eighth-level warrior, he will not even have a chance to make a move.

"I surrender."

"I surrender."

If you draw a warrior who is much stronger than yourself, you just choose to admit defeat, there is no need to fight.

On the No. [-] competition platform.

A young man with a gutter nose, sword eyebrows and bull eyes looked indifferently at Long Hao in front of him, and said contemptuously: "The former No. [-] in the outer court was able to leave the Martial Arts Pavilion under the pressure of Senior Brother Wan's breath. I also want to see it. What's the matter."

Guan Zaifei's mocking voice showed no mercy.

"If you want to fight, fight, if you don't fight, get out!"

Long Hao's domineering caused an uproar in the audience, and everyone looked at the boy in shock.

Trash, dare to be so arrogant?
"Senior brother Guan, teach this trash a lesson."

"That's right, a piece of trash, how dare you pretend to be here~ Forced."

Ignore all taunts.

Guan Zaifei seemed to want a quick fight, and at the same time he rushed towards Long Hao with a stride, he concentrated his fists and used the second-grade martial skill, Explosive Flame Fist.

Crackling, crackling, punches erupted one after another, combined with the spiritual power of a fifth-level warrior, the momentum was astonishing.

Long Hao could feel that the other party showed no mercy.

snorted coldly.

Huang Quan condensed the killing palm, and struck out the palm flatly, seemingly without strength.

puff.

"Grass, is he~mother in a martial arts competition? Such a weak palm can even kill a chicken."

boom!
Just as everyone was ridiculing, Guan Zaifei on the competition stage uttered a scream, and was instantly defeated by a palm. His body flew upside down and fell to the competition stage.

After taking a breath, everyone was a little dumbfounded, not knowing how Guan Zaifei lost.

One move is defeated in seconds, what kind of concept is this?
On stage seven, Guan Zaifei lost and Long Hao won.

More than 3000 students competed at the same time, and the first round was over in just 10 minutes.

More than 500 fighters who won the promotion will continue to draw lots to determine their opponents.

"Number 960 No. [-], Ye Tong, a fourth-level warrior."

Competition platform No. [-].

Ye Tong looks handsome, with short hair, she looks very shrewd, but as a daughter's family, she said in a rough voice: "You can even defeat Guan Zaifei in seconds, I'm not your opponent, I admit defeat."

Helpless smile.

Perhaps Long Hao's luck was really good. In the third and fourth rounds, including the fifth round, all the fighters who were drawn were level [-] warriors, and even level [-] warriors could be defeated in seconds, let alone level [-] warriors.

In the sixth round, there were only one hundred students left, and each of them drew lots.

This time Long Hao did not continue to draw a fourth-level warrior, but again drew a fifth-level warrior, who also conceded defeat and did not compete.

"Long Hao, that trash, is really lucky. He has been able to draw warriors of level four and five all the way. If he gets a senior brother above level six, I'd like to see if he can still be so lucky."

Three years ago, Long Hao was hailed as No.1 in the outer court, but now he has become a trash that everyone ridicules. Many students are venting their envy and hatred.

On the spectator seat.

There was a gleam of light in Situ Qingyun's eyes, and he seemed to be very interested in this former No. [-] in the outer court.

"Teacher Shangguan, if I remember correctly, Long Hao seems to be your student."

Standing up hastily, Shangguan Yuxin said, "Yes."

Feeling a bit awkward in her heart, since Long Hao regressed three years ago, Shangguan Yuxin seems to be gradually alienating him. If it wasn't for what happened in the Martial Arts Pavilion last time, she almost forgot that she still has such a student.

"Teacher Shangguan, in your opinion, can Long Hao enter the top three?"

what?
top three?
Hearing that the vice president valued Long Hao so much, Shangguan Yuxin was really taken aback, and said with some uncertainty: "Is he really capable?"

Situ Qingyun smiled, which was very meaningful.

On stage three.

As long as he successfully wins this round, he can advance to the top ten. He clenches his fists tightly. No matter what, he will advance to the top three and step into the inner court.

The disciples of the outer court can apply to the inner court to enter the inner court to practice only if they break through the martial arts realm.

In addition, there is another way to enter the inner court to practice, and that is the annual outer court competition. No matter what your strength is, as long as you can get the top three, you can enter the inner court smoothly.

Seventh-level warrior, Ji Feng.

With a deep sigh, Ji Feng said helplessly: "Brother Long, you are not my opponent. In order to thank you for your guidance back then, you admit defeat."

"Why bother talking nonsense, fight!"

flinch?
The fighting spirit in Long Hao's heart soared. Regarding Ji Feng, if he hadn't given his own advice back then, I believe that Ji Feng would not have been able to advance from a third-level warrior to a seventh-level warrior in just three years.

Ji Feng's face turned cold, his palms condensed, and he used the third-grade martial skill Lie Yan Seven Heavy Strikes. In order to make a quick victory, he attacked with all his strength when he first came up.

boom!
As Long Hao successfully entered the top [-], the battle between the two attracted many students to watch, even some teachers and Situ Qingyun were always paying attention.

Lie Yan slammed seven times, Ji Feng's palms continued to overlap, and the scorching breath rolled and raged. The strike looked extremely violent, but it didn't contain much strength.

"One palm of Huangquan will determine life and death," the killing condensed, and the force of the palm blasted out. The air wave shattered against the momentum, and with a muffled grunt, Ji Feng's body fell like a fallen leaf, falling onto the martial arts stage, but he was not injured at all.

(End of this chapter)