Chapter 77 Guided Battle
"Thank you, brother!"
The young man smiled slightly, and cupped his hands again.
follow closely.
He turned around and looked at the group of freshmen, and said loudly:
"Senior brothers and sisters, my name is Meng Dong, welcome to join Nine Suns Daoist Academy, I'm sorry to stop you here, but I believe many of you already know the reason."
After the voice fell, there was a buzz of discussion among the freshmen, but not many people showed any confusion.
Obviously, as Meng Dong said, most people already know about the commanding battle.
Seeing this, Meng Dong smiled deeply, and continued:
"The traditions of the Taoist Academy over the years cannot be abolished. Every year when new students are admitted to the hospital, ten old students will send out ten people to compete with the younger brothers and sisters. This year is no exception. This is a mentoring battle."
"In addition, each of us will set a corresponding bet. As long as the juniors and sisters here can win, they can take the bet."
"With a limit of three hours, as long as the juniors and juniors can defeat the ten seniors who participated in the battle during this period, you will be considered victorious. sky!"
As soon as Meng Dong finished speaking, someone among the freshmen said loudly:
"Brother Meng, is it okay to fight with wheels?"
Meng Dong smiled calmly when he heard the words, and said indifferently:
"It doesn't matter, as long as you don't play repeatedly, you can play as many people as you like."
"However, there is a rule that the use of talisman pills and other items is prohibited. Of course, weapons are an exception."
The crowd's discussion suddenly became louder.
Many freshmen are gearing up, looking eager to try.
One-on-one they may not be old opponents.
But if there is a wheel-to-wheel battle, there may not be no chance of winning.
After all, no matter how powerful the old students are, there are only ten of them, but there are a full two hundred of them here!
Twenty to one, it shouldn't be difficult to win the wheel battle exhausted the old man's physical strength, right?
Seeing the demeanor and demeanor of the freshmen, including Meng Dong, all the old students showed smiles that were not smiles.
Among the crowd, Lin Shen suddenly felt two malicious eyes falling on him, turned his head to look, and happened to meet the eyes of Peng Xinyuan and Kuang Bao.
The two of them stared at Lin Shen sullenly, and when they looked at him, they both had sneers on their faces.
Lin Shen was unmoved, and calmly withdrew his gaze, ignoring it.
On the other side, Meng Dong had finished explaining the rules, and turned to look at the old students.
"Who wants to come first?"
The old students looked towards the side of the square. There were ten people standing there. They were the ten yellow-level disciples who were selected to participate in the mentoring battle.
Peng Xinyuan and Kuang Bao were among them.
However, the two of them didn't move immediately. Instead, a short and strong young man stood up.
"I'll come first."
The young man strode to the center of the square and stood still, looking at the freshmen with piercing eyes.
"Junior brothers and sisters, my name is Qiao He, a yellow-level disciple in the Lower Court. This is the first mentoring battle, so let me be the one to attract attention."
While speaking, he took out a palm-sized black iron piece from his body.
"As for the bet, senior brother, I don't have anything good on me, so let's use this piece of black iron as a bet, is that okay, Meng Dong?"
The last sentence was asked to Meng Dong.
Meng Dong smiled and nodded.
"There is no hard and fast rule on the amount of bets old students must place in the guidance battle, but according to unwritten rules, the value of the bet is generally not less than three hundred thousand spirit coins. Your piece of black iron weighs at least twenty or thirty kilograms, and it is at least five hundred thousand spirit coins when converted into spirit coins." A starting price of 100,000 is more than enough as a bet."
The freshmen, who were initially disapproving of Qiao He's taking out an iron ingot as a bet, all widened their eyes in surprise after hearing Meng Dong's words.
When he looked at the piece of black iron in Qiao He's hand again, his eyes became extremely hot.
Take it to buy Zhengyuan Dan, it is enough to buy six or seven bottles!
Lin Shen was also a little surprised.
Are these old students so rich?
Randomly took out a piece of black iron worth 500,000 spirit coins as a bet!
And this is not a good thing?
It seems that the resources that Nine Suns Taoist Academy can provide are much richer than he expected.
With high value bets ahead, the freshmen are getting more and more eager to move, and soon some people can't help but stand up.
"I'll be the first!"
A tall, burly young man with thick black eyebrows came out more and more.
"It's Zhou Peijun!"
"I have an impression of this person, he seems to be in the top 30 in the final exam!"
"That's right, he is the twenty-fifth, with a seven-level aerodynamic cultivation!"
"Pneumatic seventh floor? No wonder you dare to go up first, it seems that you have confidence in yourself!"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhou Peijun came to the center of the square and stood still, and bowed his hands towards Qiao He at a distance of more than ten meters.
"Zhou Peijun, brother Qiao please give me some advice!"
Qiao He nodded with a smile, with a calm expression on his face, apparently not paying much attention to Zhou Peijun.
Seeing this, Zhou Peijun was furious, and after saying something, brother, be careful, he stepped abruptly and rushed towards Qiao He brazenly.
Hoo!
The blazing heat wave is rolling forward!
As soon as Zhou Peijun made a move, he used his full strength, and the Dacheng Realm Blazing Sun Palm blatantly blasted out, rolling towards the opponent like an overwhelming blazing wave.
There was a low cry from the crowd.
Yang Zhongyi raised his eyebrows and said in admiration:
"I have a little impression of Zhou Peijun. He seemed to be proficient in Chiyang Palm during the big exam, but now he has reached the Dacheng state. It seems that this guy's strength has improved a lot in this month!"
Su Nian nodded in agreement.
Elevating martial skills to a higher level will not only enhance the overall strength.
Just like himself, if Chiyang Palm is raised to a higher level and reaches the Perfection level, the overall strength will increase by at least 20%!
So martial skills are an important factor in evaluating the strength of a practitioner!
"It's a pity, if I'm given another month, I'm at least 80% sure that I will break through the Blazing Sun Palm to the perfection state!"
Su Nian felt slightly regretful, and suddenly glanced at Lin Shen again.
Actually, from the time we met just now, he wanted to ask Lin Shen.
With the strength of the latter's talent, even if it is only for a month, the strength is probably not small.
Just hesitated again and again, but Su Nian still didn't ask.
Right at this moment, the crowd burst into an uproar.
However, the situation on the field changed suddenly. Zhou Peijun, who was aggressively rushing towards Qiao He, was unexpectedly punched by Qiao He, and he was almost powerless to fight back.
Boom!
Zhou Peijun fell heavily to the ground, clutching his chest and groaning a few times, his face turned liver-colored.
Half of it is pain, and the other half is shame.
Going on stage like a rainbow, but in the end he was defeated so embarrassingly, and under so many people's attention, he was really ashamed and thrown to his grandma's house.
"Accepted, Junior Brother Zhou!"
Qiao He cupped his hands with a smile, and immediately looked at the crowd, looking around.
"Which junior and junior sister is going to challenge next?"
(end of this chapter)