I Am a Magic Sword

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In the early morning, after a simple breakfast, the young men, led by Hu Tongling, came to the square where the Lan family station is waiting.

On the square, nine large competition platforms were neatly constructed. Each competition platform has a garden shape, with a diameter of more than 30 months, and there is enough space for the warriors to play.

The entire Lan family, counting the sidelines, has no concept of how many people there are.

Anyway, it only took a while, and the square that was bigger than the Yiyang city was full of people in the square.

A young boy whispered, "Master, how many people are in the Lan family?"

"If you count the sideline, there are still tens of thousands of people!" Hu Tongling whispered, "but not all of them were present today."

Tens of thousands of family members, seventeen as orphans, are unimaginable.

"Today's annual exams, including you, the group of 13 to 15 years old has 672 people registered, the competition is fierce, you have to play well!" Hu Tongling continued, "You mainly compete on the left three Do not run around on the martial arts platform. There is no hint that you will be counted as equals. You must remember your number plate. When someone will call you up, you will go to the martial arts platform!"

A group of teenagers nodded seriously.

The Blue House is highly graded. Like the seventeen young men of their status, the warrior uniforms were worn from above.

Light blue, like a slave.

The children of the Lan family are more casually dressed, mostly in black and white.

Seventeen glanced at his number plate, 603, the other companions were similar to him, and they were all very backward, but it was said that they were randomly selected against whom. When to compare, it depends on luck.

No one was close to the three contested rings, because the ring was surrounded by dense crowds.

The overwhelming majority of them are teenagers from the Lan family who come to compete, and relatives of the teenagers.

Raised by the Lan family, the idea of ​​loyalty to the Lan family is deeply ingrained in their minds.

They are very clear about their status as domestic servants and can position themselves correctly, so they are all standing on the very edge of the ring, looking at their peers next to those blue families competing on the ring.

The strength of the two blue family teenagers who first appeared on stage made Seventeen a little dignified.

One of the two is a warrior in the early stage of Qihai, and the other is stronger, a warrior in the middle stage of Qihai.

I have just fought and tried, and I wanted to prove myself at the Lanjianian Kao Wutai. Several 13- and 4-year-olds saw the profound and exquisite martial arts performed on the ring by the two co-leaders on the stage. !

The vast majority of their strength is only in the middle and late stages of the condensed gas environment. If their opponents are two on the competition stage, they have no chance of winning.

The realm is too different!

"If you are a 17th brother, you should be fine!"

Lan Erwu said.

Ever since he became a martial artist in Qihai Realm, these youngsters have started to call him the 17th Brother. Just like the previous 7th and 9th Brothers, whoever is strong will be the brother!

Seventeen replied: "If only they, I can certainly win!"

"Great, Seventeen Brother, you must cheer up and try to get back first!"

"Yes, Seventeen Brother! Come on!"

"..."

Several teenagers in white warrior costumes looked at them, and after hearing their words, they turned back and said something at the same time, with a sneering smile on their faces.

Seventeen did not care.

The first place is really difficult!

If the opponent is only a mid-sea warrior, he still has a chance, but the problem is that his opponent should be more than a mid-sea warrior!

By the afternoon, it was finally the turn of the seventeenth.

Their situation is not optimistic. More than 20 companions came to power, and only five of them successfully advanced to tomorrow's game.

All five are the pinnacle warriors in the Condensation Realm, including Lan Erwu.

Chen Hao knows that the Condensation Qi Warrior can't compete for the last 20 places. If he is right, at least thirty Qi Haijing Warriors have appeared in their contestants.

"Seventy-nine, six hundred and three came to power to compete!"

"Brother Seventeen, it's your turn!"

"Hurry up!"

The people around the ring automatically made way for the 17th.

He heard the conversation of the person next to him.

"It turns out to be a domestic servant!"

"But it looks really strong!"

"This is a contest, what's the use of being strong?"

"..."

Seventeen set foot on the martial arts platform, opposite a young boy with ordinary looks, holding a thin sword in his hand, the blade of the thin sword is very shiny, should be at least a mysterious sword weapon.

When the teenager saw Seventeen dressed up, he couldn't help smiling.

He said happily: "It looks like I have good luck today and can easily pass!"

Seventeen looked at each other with some vigilance.

Seeing each other's confidence, it should not be a good deal!

Seventeen was a little worried about whether he would meet the genius in the late Qi Haijing.

Suddenly someone shouted from the audience: "Chang Jian, hurry up to end the game and stand up for the father's legs!"

Seventeen's opponent Lan Chang shouted: "Okay, I'll be here soon, you wait for me half a quarter, maybe half a quarter is not needed!"

Seventeen suspected that his luck would not be so bad!

"Let's end the game quickly!"

As soon as the words fell, it was convenient to rush over.

Lan Changjian's swordsmanship is very delicate, it should be a yellow-level high-grade swordsmanship, each sword is extremely fast, dazzling.

However, the seventeen reaction was not slow, so I decided to take it seriously, concentrate on it, and take advantage of the generosity of the Epee to continuously block the opponent's seven moves.

After seven strokes of swordsmanship, seventeen was somewhat puzzled.

Lan Changjian's strength seems to be only at the level of Qi Haijing in the early days!

Is he wrong?

That's impossible!

As a warrior in the middle of Qihai Realm, he still knew the approximate strength of the warrior in the early Qihai Realm.

Lan Chang insisted that the continuous offensive did not defeat the opponent and immediately stood up and said to the seventeen: "Your strength is beyond my expectations. You are much stronger than the servants who just came to power!"

"Huh!" Nodded at seventeen.

"Son, hurry up, don't talk nonsense to him!" the voice shouted from the audience just now.

"It seems that if I don't show some real skills, I can't end the battle in a short time!"

"Yes!"

"Then you take the trick!"

Lan Changjian stepped forward, and the whole person rushed to the 17th with an extremely beautiful posture.

"Try the sword style of the Imperial Wind that I just practiced successfully, the first windstorm!"

A sword pierced, with a piercing wind sound, it hurt the eardrum.

Profound swordsmanship!

Seventeen, holding the sword handle in one hand, grasping the body of the sword in one hand, and stood the red blood epee in front of me, with the shoulder against the epee.

With a "dang" sound, Lan Changjian's sword tip bent into an arc, and then he was bounced back.

Seventeen eccentrically put down the Epee and asked in a low voice: "Are you really a martial artist in the early stage of Qi Hai Realm?"

Lan Changjian withdrew his long sword and said proudly, "How are you afraid? I admit that you are good, but if you continue, you must lose. If you don't want to be injured, how do you admit defeat?"

Seventeen carried the epee, the body's momentum was completely exuded, and the repair of the mid-Qihai realm was undoubtedly revealed.