One Thousand Four Hundred and Ninety-Eight: Acceptance~

One Thousand Four Hundred and Ninety-Eight: Acceptance~

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After a while, he swallowed his saliva and said with a trembling voice, "Thank you for your mercy."

The referee looked at the audience: "Yan Wangsheng, next up, Meng Yuntao."

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Meng Yuntao came to the stage with a knife in hand, his face full of solemnity: "Please advise."

"Easy to say."

Yan Wan smiled slightly, Chixiao groaned softly, and the three-foot purple light hesitated, buzzing and trembling: "This time, I really want to attack with all my strength, please be careful."

"..." When Meng Yuntao and others heard this, their expressions couldn't help but change. Could it be that you were just playing for fun?

bass

The next moment, Meng Yuntao suddenly raised his hand. The long sword was not unsheathed, but he held it in front of him, blocking the air-piercing sword.

So fast……

He couldn't help but whisper, he had expected it, but Meng Yuntao still never thought that Yan Wan's speed was so fast that he couldn't even grasp the opponent's sword movements.

The sword unfolded like a thunderbolt, and it was as fast as lightning flashing.

Fortunately, Meng Yuntao was not an easy man, and his sword skills were extremely mysterious. Even though he could not keep up with Yan Wan's thunderous speed, he was able to defend with all his strength and did not give him any chance.

In an instant, Yan Wan's wrist suddenly shook, and the sword's momentum changed, from the thunderous sword sutra that broke the fast sword, to the thunderous and violent sword that slashed and slashed.

It was only agile and fast when it lost its momentum, but it was as violent as thunder rushing into the sky. Each sword contained extraordinary strength, and each sword had more than one force.

The force of the sword was like rolling waves, with cascading violent waves constantly impacting the defense line formed by Meng Yuntao. Even the scattered residual energy had already accompanied the movement of the two men on the battlefield, scraping off a layer of the ground.

Blood Soul Ring!

The sword of Tingyue flashes thunder.

Suddenly, Yan Wan's foot suddenly stopped, and then his speed increased by a few points, completely disappearing in front of Meng Yuntao.

Then accompanied by a rumbling scream behind him, a sound that broke through the air like a roaring dragon, Yan Wan appeared beside him, holding a sword in one hand and slashing down his shoulder.

left.

Meng Yuntao felt blessed in his soul, threw away the scabbard, held the knife in both hands, turned around to lift the knife, slashed backwards, and met the hunting sword shadow.

bass……

There was no sound of weapons clashing.

Amid the horrified expressions on everyone's faces, Yan Wan's seemingly powerful killing sword touched the blade, and it was as light as a willow blowing in the breeze, gliding across the blade.

Then, the blade of the sword was seen turning along the tip, like a poisonous snake spitting messages, piercing the clothes under the opponent's armpit, passing through the skirt of the clothes, and stopping at Meng Yuntao's throat.

"Accepted."

Yan Wan sheathed his sword and stepped back, raising his hand in a gesture.

"It's amazing. I'm convinced that I lost." Touching the penetrated clothes, Meng Yuntao sighed softly and responded with a complex expression on his face.

The referee asked at the right time: "Is there still another challenge?"

No, and I don’t dare to.

Now that everyone has come back to their senses, they feel that these two battles are not superficial martial arts confrontations, but secretly mixed with calculations against each other.

At the beginning, Yan Wang adopted a defensive counterattack against Yang Jin, which made everyone mistakenly think that Yan Wang was good at finding opportunities and could kill with one strike.

It was obvious that Meng Yuntao also fell into the trap. In fact, Yan Wang deliberately exposed it to them.

Immediately facing Meng Yuntao, Yan Wan changed his previous method, seizing the upper hand and pressing forward step by step. He even switched sword stances flexibly in the middle, making it impossible for Meng Yuntao to grasp Yan Wan's rhythm.

In desperation, Meng Yuntao adopted the most secure response method that was less likely to go wrong, defending and counterattacking, trying to wait for the opponent to reveal his flaws, and then prepare for a counterattack just like he did against Yang Jin.

Unfortunately, this idea of ​​his has already been grasped by Yan Wan.

It can even be said that from the very beginning against Yang Jin, Yan Wan planted a seed in Meng Yuntao's subconscious in order for it to sprout at this time.

At the moment Meng Yuntao was about to counterattack, Yan Wan was already prepared. It seemed that he was going forward with a violent sword that would never return, but in fact it was a combination of reality and reality, and he could send and receive it freely.

The moment it collided with Meng Yuntao's blade, he used feints as his actual moves, with ease and severity. When he was unable to draw back his strength, he changed his sword style again, turning his cuts into stabs, and won the victory easily.

In other words, from the beginning to the end, from the moment Yan Wang came to power, every move and every move was planned to deal with Meng Yuntao, and it was not until the end that his true intention was revealed.

Everyone was kept in the dark.

After the battle is over and I think about it carefully, I can figure out the key to this.

"I want to give this opportunity to Qi Yang." Yan Wan coughed and said something that surprised everyone present.

Then, he looked around and smiled calmly: "Also, I want to be the chief disciple. Do you have any opinions? Who agrees? Who... objects?"

"Agree." Qi Yang made a gesture with his hand behind his back, and nodded: "We are convinced of your strength and have no objection."

Meng Yuntao smiled and then responded: "I agree."

An old man stood up and stared at him meaningfully: "Yan Wan, you should know what this identity means. Are you sure?"

"Of course. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com" Yan Wan nodded seriously.

The old man stroked his beard and announced: "Well, from now on, you will be the chief disciple of my Qingzhou Academy. In half a year, you will represent the academy and go to the imperial city."

Don't think that being the chief disciple is a very high honor.

Yan Wang doesn't know how big this script world is, but a place like Qingzhou is only a small area from the map.

The largest structure of the world is the Yun Dynasty, a dynasty that rules the world and controls the life and death of millions of people. Further down are the plutocratic families and sectarian forces, both of which exist equally.

That's right, the sects and sects in this script world must be reviewed and approved by the imperial court before they can formally establish their sects and recruit disciples.

Because of the inhuman existence of warriors, demons and monsters appeared first.

Later, Yun Chao directly ordered these sects to protect the Li people in the surrounding areas based on their strength.

As the chaebols came together to build institutions like schools, sects also joined in, striving to train more warriors to fight against demons.

Gradually, the imperial court divided different levels into different levels based on the schools in different places and established a unique promotion system. I want to recruit some talented warriors to serve the court.

However, the wealthy family did this to train warriors to protect themselves. When a sect joins, it uses the academy to expand its influence and recruit more warriors.

Both parties are doing things for their own purposes, so even if the court wants to cut it off, it has no choice but to set a semi-forced rule.

Each school, according to its own grade standards, sends a different number of disciples to the imperial city every year, and after passing the imperial examination, they join the imperial court to work for them.

Over time, this kind of disciple became known as the chief disciple.

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