NOVEL WEB Chapter 634 New Disciple Competition
After Ning Ruan stayed at Qingyun College for two days.
The third senior brother is finally back.
Also returning were several other mentors.
One gets nothing.
One brought several disciples.
But there was another one who actually brought back more than twenty people.
Ning Ruan did not go down the mountain.
These are what Han Ze said.
And Han went up the mountain, of course, not just to inform these news.
Mainly cooking.
It's not just him.
Pei Jingyu is also there.
With two private chefs, Ning Ruan had a great meal these two days.
"Now everyone is asking about who the three Destiny Children are, but don't worry, little junior sister, no one thinks it's you. After all, you are too weak."
Pei Jingyu sighed while cooking barbecue.
Ning Ruan: "..."
"Then who do they think they are?"
Han Ze was making soup. Hearing the words, he said in a deep voice: "It's the two eleventh realms and the senior from the twelfth realm."
Ning Ruan took a sip of milk tea and said, "The college didn't explain?"
Han Ze shook his head, "No, but I think those mentors may already know."
Ning Ruan became interested, "Have they contacted you?"
"Yeah." Han Ze didn't hide anything. "Several instructors have come to see me privately in the past two days, but they didn't say much. They just asked me to practice hard."
But this attitude is enough to show that these mentors already know his identity as the destined son.
"Where's Mu Yiqiu?" Ning Ruan asked.
Han Ze: "That's the same. There are mentors who have been looking for her today."
"So, that should definitely be known."
Ning Ruan is thoughtful.
As for why those mentors didn't look for her?
This is also easy to explain.
After all, she lived on the eighth floor, so it would not be difficult for the instructors to find someone at the bottom of the mountain without anyone noticing.
But when you go to the eighth level, you run the risk of being discovered by other disciples.
And she hasn't gone down the mountain in the past two days.
Pei Jingyu covered his mouth and yawned, "Speaking of which, you have to thank the three people who blocked the disaster for you. In just two days, you encountered no less than a dozen challenges."
Han Ze also nodded, "The academy disciples are very hostile to the Son of Destiny."
It's not hostility, to be precise.
Everyone who can enter Qingyun College is a genius.
And the Son of Destiny is the genius among geniuses.
It is easy for geniuses to be dissatisfied with each other.
"Did they accept the challenge?" Ning Ruan asked.
Pei Jingyu shook his head, "Of course not. They are new here, how can they easily accept the challenge?"
"What's more, we monks from this small world will have a competition tomorrow. Of course they won't reveal the truth in advance."
"But I kept my tone very tight. No matter how I was provoked, I never said that you are the sons of destiny."
The barbecue in Han Ze's hand is already grilled.
He handed it to Ning Ruan.
Then he hesitated and said: "No wonder when Fei Yunzhou went to the Kyushu Realm to recruit people, he paid more attention to talent. When he came to Qingyun College, he discovered that there were many twelve or three realms in the Kyushu Realm that had reached the top."
Let’s just say that on Fuwu Mountain, the first three levels are fine, and most of the monks are within the Thirteenth Realm.
But when you reach the fourth level... you are above the Thirteenth Level.
This was said by the person from the Twelve Realms who was misunderstood as the Son of Destiny.
The gap is just too big.
Even among the monks living at the bottom of the mountain, those with the worst cultivation are those above the Four Realms.
And many of those in the Four Realms are still children.
A group of kids who were no taller than his waist.
Being in the same environment as such a group of children, Han Ze felt very complicated.
Ning Ruan was okay, she was already used to the slow pace of her cultivation, "Junior Brother Han, the spiritual energy in the small world is thin, so naturally it is not as good as the spiritual world."
She happily finished a piece of barbecue, stood up and patted Han Ze on the shoulder, "Believe in yourself, you will catch up soon."
"To say the least, you are also the best at cooking among physical practitioners, and the best at fighting among chefs."
Han Ze: "..."
……
Qingyun College's enrollment this time has finally come to an end.
It cannot be compared with other major colleges, but it is one of the four major colleges. All the disciples of the small world add up to more than 80 people.
This has far exceeded Qingyun College’s expectations.
The most important thing is that there are three children of destiny among the more than eighty people.
The main mountain of the college is on the square in front of Yuheng Mountain.
Eighty-six cultivators from the Small World all rushed over early in the morning.
There were many Qingyun Academy disciples around who stopped to watch.
The white-haired old man whom I had met before did not come.
Here comes another vice president.
This one looks much younger, but that's just by appearance.
His expression was very serious, and even his eyes were full of majesty.
Standing out among all the teachers.
"According to the rules of Qingyun College, new disciples need to compete in a competition to determine the ranking."
"There are no rules in this competition. As long as no one is hurt, you will lose if you fall off the stage."
Vice President Yan, as his name suggests, not only looks serious.
The speech was also quite serious.
But fortunately, there was no nonsense, and I got straight to the point and said what needed to be said.
Ning Ruan was looking curiously at the extremely flat square, confused by the so-called fall under the stage.
Then I saw a tutor beside the vice-dean raising his hand to make a seal.
Suddenly.
The location of the square where they were suddenly rose.
It didn't slowly stop until it floated in mid-air.
The eighty-six Small World monks quickly regained their composure from their initial fright.
The instructor responsible for sealing smiled and said loudly: "The competition begins now."
There is no grouping.
There is no division according to realm.
The monks on the stage looked at each other.
offstage.
Among the academy disciples who were looking forward to watching the show, someone couldn't help but whistled and said with a smile: "We are all stupid, what are you waiting for? If you beat one more, your ranking will be one step ahead. Can you wait until you are number one?”
Joking expressions appeared on the faces of the disciples from various colleges.
It wasn't until the stern-faced Vice Dean Yan raised his head and glanced at the disciple who was shouting, that the other disciple immediately shrank his head like a quail, retreated strategically, and did not dare to say another word.
The other disciples who were laughing out loud also restrained themselves when they saw this.
The monks on the stage finally reacted.
The so-called no rules really means there are no rules at all.
The academy is all about letting them improvise on the spot.
Treat everyone on the stage as your enemy.
"Brother, I'm offended!"
As the only Fourth Realm disciple present, Han Ze was the most conspicuous among the eighty-six people.
A disciple at the beginning of the Sixth Realm raised his hand and fired several water arrows in this direction.
"I'm offended too!"
Han Ze responded calmly.
"Pfft, what did you offend..." The Sixth Realm disciple burst out laughing.
But before he could finish his words.
There was already a sharp pain in his chest.
He was unprepared, even though he was wearing defensive robes, he was still knocked backwards by Han Ze's punch.
The defensive robes swayed with light.
One can imagine how cruel this punch was.
The pale faces of the Sixth Realm monks were full of astonishment.
Seeing Han Ze rushing towards him again.
The previous contempt has long since disappeared.
He didn't even have time to attack, so he ran away.
But the most impossible thing happened.
He is a six-level water spiritual master, but he cannot outperform the four-level physical cultivator!