NOVEL WEB Chapter 640 Collective Challenge
boom!
There was an explosion.
There was a huge deep pit on the ground where no defensive measures were set up.
Everyone: "..."
Ning Ruan chuckled and looked at the group of frightened little kids, "Do you still want to compete?"
"By the way, that thing just now is called a thunderbolt. I still have many more. The exact number is unknown. Anyway, even if there are thousands of you, they can be blown up."
"In addition, I also have Thunderbolt 2.0, which is similar to the previous Thunderbolt, but the power is doubled. If it bombs the fifth and sixth realms, if you are lucky, you may be able to kill a few."
Good luck...killed a few...
The little fat man who was full of fighting spirit just now was trembling a little.
Ning Ruan looked at him emphatically with a gentle smile: "Compared?"
Little Fatty: "...No, no, no more, I won't compete."
The slightly older teenagers who have reached the sixth level of cultivation still want to compete.
But the other party only has five realms, so if they were to compete, it would be unavoidable or even useless.
not to mention.
People have said it personally that he is a light spiritual master.
If they were really light spiritual masters, then what else could they compare to?
"Are you really just a light spiritual master?" someone asked unwillingly.
Ning Ruan clicked his tongue, "It's not true. If you insist on competing, you can actually do it. But forget it from the fifth realm. You send a representative from the sixth realm. If you can bring out the treasures of heaven and earth that make me excited, I may be able to compete." One game.”
"It's a fair competition, why should I give you the treasures of heaven and earth?" The little fat man at the peak of the Five Realms muttered and moved his lips.
"Because I don't want to compete. It's you who begged me to compete. Besides, I live on the eighth floor and you live below me. Even if I win you, I can't change my place. It doesn't do any good to me. In short, you don't want to compete." Never mind."
"..." The little fat man was speechless.
terrible.
He actually felt that this woman was right! ! !
Ning Ruan has already spoken out and is no longer prepared to pay attention to these guys.
But she hasn’t gone up the mountain yet.
In my ears, Yan Liang's somewhat arrogant voice came:
"I heard that monks at the bottom of the mountain can challenge the mountain. I wonder if there are any monks on the second level now?"
"...You want to challenge now?"
Today is the freshman competition, and many monks have gone to the square, so among the monks watching the Son of Destiny at the bottom of the mountain, quite a few live on the second floor.
"Hey, it's really interesting. The monks from the small world are quite courageous."
Among the crowd, a person at the peak of the Eighth Realm stood up.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yan Liang, "I have an impression of you. You defeated a Nine Realm man in the square before. By coincidence, I have also crossed the border and defeated the Nine Realms. It's fair for you and me to fight."
Yan Liang just wants to fight and doesn't care who his opponent is. "Then it's you. Where can we fight? Can we do it as soon as possible?"
The Eighth Realm monk almost laughed angrily, "Are you so sure you can win?"
So anxious.
Obviously the idea was to finish it and move early.
Yan Liang raised his chin slightly, "Of course."
"Okay, okay, I hope you can still be so confident later, come with me!"
After the Eighth Realm monk finished speaking, he turned around and left with his sword.
Yan Liang raised his chin and pursued him with his sword.
In terms of speed, it was actually no slower than the other party.
Even vaguely faster.
"Am I dazzled? Why do I feel like he can handle the sword faster than Senior Brother Fang?"
"Is it possible that you are not dazzled? He is indeed faster than Senior Brother Fang."
"So what's wrong? Senior Brother Fang has few opponents in the same realm, and it's not a sword-wielding speed test. There's no way he can beat Senior Brother Fang."
"..."
The fight between the two quickly diverted the attention of many academy disciples from the Son of Destiny.
Suddenly, most of the people at the bottom of the mountain were missing.
After Yan Liang, Pei Jingyu also yawned and said: "Is there a second level? I want to challenge one too?"
Liang Xiuxiu spoke third: "I...I also want to challenge one."
Then there is the first senior brother, the second senior brother, the third senior brother, the sixth senior brother...
Hmm...Sixth Brother...
If he hadn't spoken, Ning Ruan wouldn't have even noticed him.
Although I know that the seven senior brothers cannot live in the mountains for too long.
But just after participating in the freshman competition, she challenged others. Even she had to say that she was very bad.
……
Ning Ruan thought that the place for the competition would be the previous square.
But not.
The base of another peak some distance away from Fuwu Mountain.
It is an open platform larger than Qianshan Square.
It is paved with bluestone.
Looking around, there are many extremely wide white jade platforms floating in the air.
The white jade terrace is mostly empty.
But there are about ten of them, and some people are competing among them.
Ning Ruan is no stranger to this kind of scene.
The Chitian Sect's competition venue is almost the same scene.
Just not that high-end.
There were not many disciples around.
Those who occasionally passed by quickly left the place.
So when a crowd of people came running over, even the monks who were fighting on the white jade platform subconsciously stopped.
Especially when they saw the dozens of monks without Qingyun on their chests, the academy disciples were stunned for a moment, and then became confused.
"Little world monks? Didn't they just take part in the freshman competition? What are they doing here at the competition venue?"
"The one at the front is Senior Brother Fang, right? Why is he here too?"
"..."
The doubt lasted only a few breaths.
Everyone now knows what the Little World monks are here to do.
Senior Brother Fang and Yan Liang went up to a certain white jade platform one after another.
"Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you lose today, you won't have the right to challenge for half a year."
According to the rules set by Qingyun Academy, every disciple must accept a challenge once within half a year.
Similarly, each disciple only has the right to challenge once within half a year.
Otherwise, if someone challenges every day and loses every day, and challenges again after losing, then should others still practice?
Yan Liang didn't care, "Thanks for reminding me, but I won't lose."
"..." After a while, Fang Yue felt that he was almost getting used to this guy's mysterious confidence.
"You have just finished taking part in the freshman competition. I can give you half an hour to adjust your breathing, lest you say I am invincible."
Yan Liang still said the same thing, "No need, you can't win."
Fang Yue wants to hit someone!
It has nothing to do with the challenge!
It was purely because he didn't want to hit someone, and he felt so panicked!
The two of them were eager to take action.
The other one was also eager to take action.
Before any of the onlookers could react, two sword energies collided on the white jade platform.
Pei Jingyu yawned and glanced at the monk beside him, "Fellow Daoist Yang, are we coming too? Finish your typing early and go back to bed."
"..." The academy disciple with the eleventh realm of cultivation pursed his lips and said in a bad tone, "Okay, I will end the battle as soon as possible and let you go back to sleep! Also, my surname is Wang, not Yang!"
"Then let's go, Fellow Daoist Yang." Pei Jingyu yawned continuously, even his peach blossom eyes were half-closed and half-opened, as if he was about to fall asleep.
The eleventh-level monk who was just about to fly to the White Jade Platform swayed, turned back suddenly, and gritted his teeth, "My surname is Wang!"
Damn guy.
You really don't take him seriously at all, do you?