First Son-in-law

Three days later!

The Academy* began.

The venue is in Yanwu Plaza.

On this day, thousands of immortals gathered, and the monks from the entire academy came out to observe the ceremony.

Qin Li didn't want to come, anyway, it was the default third place, it didn't matter whether he came or not, it would be better to refine a few more pills at home.

But the green robe fairy king and the scarlet eyebrow fairy king wanted to pull Qin Li up and down, saying that he was the big brother of the Dan Bu, and if he were there, he would be able to encourage the Dan Bu disciples.

"Can't I go!"

Qin Li sighed, adjusted his appearance, and set off with the Qingyan sword on his back.

Without much effort, he came to Yanwu Plaza, looked around, everyone in the academy came together, sat around and watched the competition.

The highest position is naturally the master's, the next level is for hundreds of immortal kings and uncles, and the next level is the position of the immortal lord like Qin Li.

However, Qin Li was in a special situation. He sat directly next to the fairy king in green robes, which was a bit unruly, but everyone did not object. Instead, some fairy kings responded with smiles.

"Hello big brother!"

"Master, I will work hard!"

"Big brother, I must win glory for the Danbu!"

Many Dan Bu disciples looked admired and greeted Qin Li one after another, looking very excited.

"Just perform normally, don't put too much pressure." Qin Li smiled mildly, and didn't need to say a long story. At his level, one or two words of encouragement, or even a few actions, were enough to make the Dan Bu disciples excited.

After a few words of encouragement, Qin Li returned to his seat and chatted with the two uncles.

"This time the academy is big*, masters gathered, I don't know if the Dan Bu disciples can enter the top 100." Qin Li said.

The green-robed fairy king shook his head and said: "I think it's very difficult. The disciples of the alchemy department only know how to make alchemy, but don't know how to fight. In the past, the academy's large schools were the bottom, so they have the weakest title of the academy."

The immortal king with red eyebrows smiled: "Fortunately, you are the enchanting evildoer. I have decided to be the third one, and I finally win some face for the Danbu."

At this moment!

Lin Xiuxiu came over.

"Grandpa Lupa, I'm here to see you."

The green robe fairy king laughed loudly: "Little Nizi, you want to see the big brother, let's take a look at my bad old man by the way!"

"Grandpa, don't talk nonsense." Lin Xiuxiu was said to have broken her heart, her cheeks flushed.

Qin Li smiled: "I remember that you are only the 4th Grade Immortal Venerable. Do you want to participate in the Academy of Fine Arts*?"

The Lvpao Immortal King shook his head and said: "She went up and walked through the scene. The focus is on participating. Maybe someone will be blasted off the stage in the first scene."

Lin Xiuxiu was very unconvinced, pinching her pink fist, and vowing: "I have been studying hard in the past few months, and I have also learned a set of swordsmanship from the Sword Department. I will definitely get a good ranking."

"Courage is commendable." Qin Li said with a smile: "But your sword weapon is too general, it's only a second-grade. I will suffer a lot from the comparison later. I will lend you my Qingyan sword."

After all, Qin Li handed out the Qingyan sword and told her how to use the scabbard by the way.

"Thank you, big brother, thank you, big brother!" Lin Xiuxiu's blushing face was extremely happy.

now!

Clang clang clang!

Three bells are melodious.

This represents the start of the competition and also urges the players to enter the arena.

Lin Xiuxiu happily went down to prepare.

In the center of Yanwu Plaza, there are 36 arenas neatly arranged, all of which are made of blue steel stones poured from black iron and piled up to make them indestructible.

Soon, the competition began, and the disciples of various ministries took the stage to compete.

Looking from a distance, immortality and swordsmanship are shining, colorful and lively. But if you look closely, it's just looking at the flowers, because most of the arena is the result of a few moves, and there are very few examples of evenly matched.

"Lin Xiuxiu is on the stage," Qin Li said.

not far away!

Above the ring.

Lin Xiuxiu slowly entered the stage holding the Qingyan sword.

On the opposite side was a disciple of the Sword Department, five big and three thick, with the cultivation base of Immortal Venerable Sixth Grade, and said politely: "Junior Sister, I am the Sword Department, you are the Pill Department, and my cultivation base is still higher than your two ranks, you should give up!"

"Don't talk nonsense, do it!" Lin Xiuxiu was aroused to win, and drew out the Qingyan sword.

"In that case, it's offended!"

The sword disciple's eyes condensed, and he drew out his saber, the whole person was like a cannonball, fierce and unstoppable!

He drew close to Lin Xiuxiu's three feet away, and wanted to make a quick battle, and ended his opponent with one move.

"What!" Lin Xiuxiu was panicked, subconsciously squeezed the Qingyan sword, and slammed it sharply.

Click!

After a crisp sound.

Qingyan sword cleaved the opponent's saber.

The disciple of the sword department was dumbfounded. I am a Grade 4 sword weapon, how can it resemble tofu.

"Good opportunity!" Lin Xiuxiu recovered, stabbed with the opportunity, and the Qingyan sword was placed on the opponent's neck.

"This..." The disciple of the Sword Department stared at Qingyan Sword with the size of a copper bell, and finally said helplessly:

"Good sword, good sword!"

Then he took the broken sword and was unwilling to leave.

Lin Xiuxiu cheered, and looked sideways at Qin Li in the distance, expressing a quick compliment on me.

In the next four games, Lin Xiuxiu showed great power and relied on the sharpness of the Qingyan Sword to cut off the opponent's weapon and win with one move, which was extremely smooth.

But in the sixth game, trouble appeared.

"Lin Xiuxiu, meet again!"

Yang Xiaomu stepped onto the ring with a smile on his face.

In the past few months, she has swallowed a lot of pills and has been promoted to the third rank of the Immortal Venerable. Although the realm is empty and the blood of the Immortal Venerable in the body is mixed, she is ultimately a great improvement in strength.

"It turned out to be you, wait a minute and lose, don't cry." Lin Xiuxiu held her head high.

Yang Xiaomu curled his lips disdainfully: "Don't show off your power, you can only rely on the Sixth-Rank Qingyan Sword. And although the rapier in my hand is a fifth-Rank, it's good enough to fight the Qingyan sword.

"Hmph, I'm a grade higher than you, and swords are also a grade higher than you. It's easy to beat you." Lin Xiuxiu bit her lower lip and drew out the Qingyan sword.

"Haha! The weakest academy dares to be arrogant. Today I will let you know how weak the Danbu disciple is."

Yang Xiaomu was not polite, and pulled out the rapier around his waist, which was "Scattering Flowers Butterfly Sword".

Her swordsmanship has improved greatly, her moves have changed a lot, and the offensive is extremely fierce. With a set of swordsmanship, she will split the sword light, like a goddess scattered flowers.

"Fire clouds all over the sky!"

Lin Xiuxiu was shocked and used Danbu's iconic fairy technique. A fire cloud fills all directions, with raging firepower, which can burn mountains and plains.

This trick seems to be a bluff, but in fact it is not very powerful, and for the masters, it is vulnerable.

"Small bugs, break it with a few swords!"

"Butterfly Blossoms!"

Yang Xiaobian turned his wrist and instantly changed his move.

She was like a butterfly wearing flowers, walking around with her footwork, flashing and moving, a thin sword just like the east wind destroying a hundred flowers, swinging through layers of fire clouds, pointing directly at Lin Xiuxiu.

"Oops!"

Lin Xiuxiu was shocked and she had no ability to resist.

But she is also smart, understands the principle of maximizing strengths and avoiding weaknesses, and keeps stepping back, trying to avoid hand-offs.

Suddenly!

An interesting scene appeared.

On the ring, the two women chased and fled, spinning in circles, but didn't do anything.

"Lin Xiuxiu, there is a kind of you to stop!"

"Yang Xiaomu, there is a kind of you to catch up!"

The two women began to quarrel again.

On the viewing platform.

Qin Li smiled speechlessly.

The green robe fairy king laughed and said, "Little Nizi is so smart!"

The immortal king with red eyebrows nodded: "Xiu Xiu is the fourth rank of Immortal Venerable. If it is consumed like this, she will obviously win the victory."

The epee king inserted a sentence: "This is not necessarily true, but my daughter has a lot of explosive methods, your family Xiuxiu is determined to lose."

The voice fell.

Abnormal changes occur suddenly in the ring.

"Lin Xiuxiu, you forced me."

"Blood Burning Technique!" Yang Xiaomu shouted, the blood of the Immortal Venerable in his body began to evaporate, generating a steady stream of immortal power, suddenly raising his strength, and his speed instantly increased.

This is an access control technique that damages oneself and gains strength. It can only be used when desperately.

"Butterfly breaks branches!"

Yang Xiaomu approached Lin Xiuxiu a few steps, and came up with a killer move.

The rapier cut through the air like a butterfly, and it hits the Qingyan sword's grid, and then suddenly picked it sideways, abruptly flying the Qingyan sword out.

"No, my sword!" Lin Xiuxiu exclaimed, feeling helpless.

"You should have lost long ago!" Yang Xiaomu was so excited, he quickly stabbed a sword and was about to pick the fruit of victory.

however!

"The sword is coming!"

Lin Xiuxiu called.

Qingyan Jian shook suddenly and returned to its sheath in a flash.

Stabbed...

Yang Xiaomu's collar split.

If it hadn't been for Lin Xiuxiu to remove the scabbard, when the Qingyan Sword returned just now, it was not the collar but the neck that had been split.

"I..." Yang Xiaomu flushed, and the hands holding the sword were trembling. In the end, he was full of helplessness and said in a very unconvinced manner:

"I lost!"

Lin Xiuxiu smiled at this, blooming like a flower: "Junior Sister Yang accepts it."