Myriad Ages First Dragon

Myriad Ages First Dragon Chapter 187

2020-10-30

Chapter 187 hehe

The next day, Long Qingchen and Nangong Wan went to Daqian Royal Academy as usual. Go to the Martial Discussion Hall, but go directly to the largest martial stage in the Academy, because today will be the grand competition of the new dísciple.

On the one hand, the Royal Academy needs to know how the strength of the new disciplines is. After all, these new disciplines are recommended by the middle schools in the southern part of the Eastern Region and have not been tested.

On the other hand, it is to test the cultivation situation of the newly promoted dísciple in the Royal Academy.

When he came to the martial stage, Long Qingchen found that almost all of the hundreds of new dísciples had arrived, most of them were "acquaintances" who had met when they joined Secret Realm.

"You'd better pray, don't run into me later, otherwise, I will make you look ugly!"

Tuoba Li stared at Long Qingchen coldly, obviously , he is still brooding about what happened in the joint Secret Realm.

“hehe.”

Long Qingchen's eyes were flat, not taking his threat at all.

The new disciplines all looked sideways, their eyes all falling on him, because, in the joint Secret Realm, his performance was too "excellent", plus, during this time, he was in Imperial Capital "call the wind and summon the rain", "show the limelight", it's hard not to attract attention.

"In the joint Secret Realm, the reason why he can get so many points is mainly because of ten lizard dragons. In fact, his own strength is not very good."

"That's right, his cultivation base didn't even reach the Battle Martial Realm. Among all the new recruits, he was ranked at the middle and bottom at most."

"Ai, some people are born with good luck. After coming to Dagan Royal Academy, with the support of Taoist Qiling and the Black Hawk Cult, he dared to be so arrogant and domineering, otherwise, why would he beat Little Prince, why would he challenge the Third Princess, and why would he bully Prime Minister Mansion fourth young master?"

They whispered, their eyes full of contempt, jealousy, etc.

“hehe.”

Long Qingchen looked indifferent and ignored it.

Oh your sister!

Among the newly promoted disciplines, there must be some people who want to scold him like this, but unfortunately, no one dares to say that because they are afraid of Qiling Daoist and Black Eagle Sect.

Yuwen Ruiqi, Hua Yuyan, Zhao Yi and other dísciples from Lingwu Academy have different eyes, only they know that Long Qingchen is very strong despite his low cultivation base.

The ten tutors of the ten Martial Discussion Halls walked slowly, all of them were strong seniors, of course, except for the old Shangshu, who was considered a waste.

Maybe Lao Shangshu has the highest status, an old man in gray looked towards Lao Shangshu, said with a smile, "senior, this grand competition, let you host it."

The old minister did not refuse, "Then start the first round of lottery."

The old man in gray took out the prepared lottery and came to the new disciplines. Each of the new disciplines reached out and took out a jade sign.

Long Qingchen glanced at the jade stick in his hand, which was engraved with the word "Seven". Obviously, this meant the seventh competition.

"The rules don't need to be described in detail, right?"

The old Shangshu looked towards the new disciplines, and said slowly, "In the elementary and middle schools, you have already experienced a lot. In the second grand competition, the rules are similar. If the opponent is drawn, the winner will be promoted to the next round, and the loser will be eliminated."

"I know."

"Understand. ."

The new disciplines complied one after another, and they glanced around, looking for the opponent's lottery with the same number.

The old minister announced slowly, "First round, First Stage, the dísciple drawn by the opponent, please go to the ring."

The two opponents who were drawn "one" dísciple immediately jumped onto the martial stage, reported the Martial Discussion Hall and the name, and began to compete.

Boom! Bang! Bang!

The two dísciples have come and gone, and they have fought dozens of tricks, and the winner has not yet been determined.

I'm relieved to think about it, the dísciple that can be recommended by the middle school is definitely the peak genius among the middle school, and the strength is very strong.

After more than 100 moves, one dísciple defeated the other and won.

"Chang Miao wins, advances to the next round, and Kang Yi is eliminated."

Lao Shang Shu took out a roll of roster, registered it, and announced the result.

“First round, second round, start.”

Then, he announced the next round methodically.

It is another two dísciples that have been drawn by their opponents to start a duel.

The third game

The fourth game

The fifth game

In the seventh game, Hua Yuyan jumped onto the martial stage, Long Qingchen was stunned for a moment, then he had a playful smile and jumped onto the martial stage.

Seeing him appear, Hua Yuyan was stunned for a while, and then she stomped her feet angrily, "I admit defeat."

"You know the character." Long Qingchen laughed, In Lingwu Academy, he alone defeated Yuwen Ruiqi and Hua Yuyan, and the difference in strength is large, and there is really no need to compare.

"This Junior Sister, your cultivation base has reached the 2nd tier of the Battle Martial Realm, so why should you admit defeat to him?"

"Although there are Daoists and black men behind him. The Eagle Cult is backed, but this is the grand competition of the Royal Academy, fair and just, don't be afraid."

The newly promoted disciplines who did not know the situation were in an uproar.

Hua Yuyan explained, "In Lingwu Academy, we competed and lost to him, so there is no need to compare."

The old man in gray frowned, "This grand competition is mainly to understand the strength of the new disciplines, and there is no such thing as admitting defeat."

"Okay." Hua Yuyan had no choice but to compete with Long Qingchen.

Unsurprisingly, she was defeated by Long Qingchen in just three moves, and she was knocked out of the martial stage with a single blow to her leg.

"Three strokes to defeat the 2nd layer of the Battle Martial Realm?"

"It seems that his strength is not bad."

The new disciplines watched in surprise. Long Qingchen, had to reassess his strength.

Game 8

Game 9

Game 10

Only a few duels, go faster, most duels , The progress is very slow, and the winner can only be determined after a hundred strokes.

Among them, two dísciples fought more than a thousand tricks for over an hour, until one party's spiritual power was exhausted, and the result came out.

Because of this reason, there are only more than 50 games in this day.

Second day, the grand competition continues.

The grand competition continues on the third day

Long Qingchen is of no use to watch these young generation duels. He simply took a few days off and secluded cultivation.

It wasn't until the ninth day, when it was Nangong Wan's turn, that he took a look. Nangong Wan's opponent was a female disciple. Unfortunately, it went very fast. Nangong Wan had ten moves. I defeated this female disciple before I did.

After reading it, he went back again.

By the Twelfth day, the first round was over, half of the dísciples were eliminated, more than 200 dísciples were advanced, and the draw for the second round began.

Long Qingchen looked at the "ninety-three" lottery he had drawn in his hand. According to the speed of the duel, it would take two days before it would be his turn. He took leave again and went back to retreat.

In fact, it's not just him, but other dísciples as well. When it's a duel, they will come.

This is also a no-brainer. I don’t know what the old Shangshu and the others think, and I don’t know if there are many duels at the same time, but only one venue is needed to cause such a situation. This may be a historical event. The most boring grand competition.

(end of this chapter)