Chapter 78 is nothing more than selfishness
After Qiao He's voice fell, the square suddenly fell silent.
All the freshmen looked at me and I looked at you, but they were all silent.
Zhou Peijun's aerodynamic seventh-level cultivation base is already considered a top-ranked strength faction among the freshmen, but he can't even survive a face-to-face meeting under Qiao He's men.
The strength of Zhou Peijun seems to be different, or even inferior, and it is nothing but embarrassing to go up.
Until this moment, many freshmen realized that this mentoring battle was not as simple as they expected.
Although these old students in front of them are only a group of people with the lowest strength in Jiuyang Daoyuan, they are undoubtedly very difficult and powerful enemies for their freshmen!
Of course, Qiao He obviously hasn't broken through to the long-breathing state, and his strength is limited.
As long as the freshmen present challenge one by one, at most 20 or 30 people will exhaust Qiao He's physical strength. By then, defeating Qiao He will not be a problem at all.
But the question is, who wants to be one of those twenty or thirty people?
Human nature is selfish, and no one wants to sacrifice themselves to benefit others. In contrast, they want to be the lucky ones who finally defeat Qiao He and get the black iron.
In this case, most people naturally don't want to be the first bird.
The strange silence lasted for quite a long while, and finally a deep shout sounded suddenly, breaking the silence in the square.
"I come!"
Chongyan and Yue came out, striding towards the center of the venue.
As one of the five famous families, a direct descendant of the Chong family, Chong Yanhe is not as envious of a piece of black iron as other freshmen.
In contrast, he hopes to play against the old students of the Taoist Academy, and try the strength gap between himself and the opponent.
Qiao He obviously knew Chong Yanhe, seeing that he was on the stage, he finally looked a little more serious, and put away his leisurely look.
Even so, he still didn't intend to draw out the weapon at his waist.
"You don't need a weapon?" Chong Yanhe held a long sword and frowned, "I don't need you to let me go!"
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not letting you in."
Qiao He grinned grinningly.
"It's just that I don't think we need to use weapons to deal with you."
Chong Yanhe's face sank immediately, and annoyance flashed in his eyes. He didn't say any more, and his figure flashed, and he stabbed Qiao He straight with his sword.
Compared to Zhou Peijun, Chong Yanhe is obviously superior in terms of cultivation and martial arts attainments.
And after a month of practice, his swordsmanship is obviously more exquisite than that of the big test.
The sharp sword light tore through the void, carrying a substantial crimson heat wave towards the Qiao River, which was about to drown it.
Qiao He smiled, and instead of retreating, he went forward with a pair of fists.
The two sides fought fiercely in the blink of an eye!
It turns out that Qiao He didn't talk big.
Although without using weapons, Qiao He was no longer able to defeat his opponent with a devastating force like he did against Zhou Peijun.
But even so, he still firmly held the upper hand, and it didn't take long for him to suppress Chong Yanhe.
"Damn, these old students are really amazing!"
Yang Zhongyi was speechless for a while, and grinned like a toothache.
"It doesn't matter if you have a high cultivation base, but all of your martial arts attainments are frighteningly high. Qiao He is using the Vajra Samadhi boxing. Judging by the strength of this boxing, he is at least proficient!"
Vajra Samadhi?
Lin Shen's eyes moved slightly.
It is said that it is a yang attribute martial skill, the tricks are wonderful, but also has a steady and fierce aura, and the punch is powerful and fierce, which is very amazing.
The key point is that this martial skill can be practiced from Qidong to Mingqiao, and its power is not bad, so it is welcomed by many practitioners.
Vajra Samadhi Fist at the proficient level, even the long-breathing-level practitioners who have practiced the same martial skill can only reach this level.
It's no wonder Qiao He dares to be so big, he doesn't need weapons to fight Chongyan, he has something to rely on!
Thoughts were flying, the battle on the field had come to an end.
Even though he had the advantage in weapons, Chong Yanhe was still not Qiao He's opponent. After holding on for more than fifty rounds, Qiao He punched his long sword away and punched him on the shoulder with a backhand. Teng Teng took several steps back and almost staggered and fell to the ground.
After recovering, Chongyanhe didn't look very good-looking, but he didn't say much. He cupped his hands and walked off the field without looking back.
Watching this scene, the freshmen suddenly buzzed.
Even Chong Yanhe, who ranked in the top five in the final exam, lost, so how can he fight?
"Anyone else want to challenge?"
Qiao He looked around, looking down at the freshmen.
"You guys won't give up so soon, will you?"
The freshmen looked at each other in blank dismay.
Many people turned their heads to look at Xue Feng, Zhao Xueying and Lin Shen.
Besides Chong Yanhe, among the new students, these three are the most powerful.
Right now, they are the only ones who have any hope of dealing with Qiao He.
But what was disappointing was that Xue Feng just stood there lazily with folded arms, showing no intention of going on stage to challenge.
Zhao Xueying looked dazed for some reason, as if she was thinking about something, and glanced at Lin Shen from time to time.
As the head of the new students, Lin Shen also looked like an old god, as if he didn't realize how unfavorable the current situation was for the new students.
Seeing this, many freshmen couldn't help being very frustrated.
The old students only dispatched one person, and they were suppressed to the point of being helpless. Is there really such a huge disparity in strength between them and the old students?
Seeing the performance of the freshmen, Qiao He couldn't help but smile secretly.
In fact, if the freshmen unite, they may still be able to defeat the old students.
But in the mentoring battles over the years, there has never been a time when a freshman defeated an old student. The reason is nothing more than selfishness.
In fact, thinking about it is also true, not to mention the deep gap between the ordinary students and the children of the aristocratic family among the freshmen, it is almost impossible to unite as one.
In other words, the freshmen who belong to the camp of ordinary students or the camp of children from aristocratic families are not monolithic. They also have their own ideas. How easy is it to unite as one?
Even without the temptation of betting, the freshmen might not be able to unite together.
So after so many years, let alone a freshman defeating an old student, it is not bad to beat two or three old students in the mentoring battle.
Most of the time, it was like this, just one old student beat all the freshmen downcast and silent.
After waiting for a while, seeing that no freshman came forward, Qiao He curled his lips, turned to look at Meng Dong, and spread his hands.
Meng Dong was about to speak when suddenly a voice sounded.
"Didn't you hear that this year's freshman chief is very good, why didn't he take the challenge? Could it be that he was afraid to shrink back?"
Meng Dong looked back and saw that it was Peng Xinyuan who was speaking, and a meaningful light flashed in his eyes.
The old students who had been quiet all this time also showed strange expressions, looking at Lin Shen in the crowd with different eyes.
Peng Xinyuan and Kuang Bao had to deal with Lin Shen. Even Xue Feng, Chong Yan and these freshmen had heard about it. Naturally, these old students would not be ignorant.
After hearing what Peng Xinyuan said, the freshmen also looked at Lin Shen.
In a short time, Lin Shen became the focus of everyone's attention on the square.
(end of this chapter)