At the back of the competition platform, several high platforms have also been built. Not only all the instructors of this academy were present to observe, but the patriarchs of Anyun’s major families also came in person, and the eight great families in Beijing were naturally among them.

As a bell rang, the entire square became quiet, and Long Congyuan slowly walked onto the competition platform.

"Today is the time for the freshmen of Longyan College to compete. For hundreds of thousands of years, countless An Yun strong people have become famous in this battle, embarking on their own way of being strong, and even famous for the ages.

I hope that in this competition, you can continue the brilliance of the predecessors and, like them, become a generation of strong people respected by thousands of people! "Long Congyuan raised his voice, and the energetic voice resounded in everyone's heart, making people excited.

In the square, thunderous cheers sounded.

"Also, someone may have heard the wind. In order to encourage the winners, this time, the academy will give out a piece of Qibao passed down from ancient times as a reward. I hope you all will go all out and do your best!" Long Congyuan's subsequent words pushed the atmosphere of the square to the climax.

Although it has long been heard that the college valued this freshman competition very seriously, and the rewards were far stronger than the previous freshman competition, but the rumors were only rumors after all, and listening to Long Congyuan's personal confession was still fascinating.

"Next, I announce that the competition will begin." Amidst the cheers of everyone, Long Congyuan shouted, and then walked off the competition platform.

With the sound of nine horns in succession, the square gradually returned to calm.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mu Hanyan and other 16 disciples who participated in the competition were also invited to the competition platform to draw lots to determine their opponents.

The rules of the freshman competition are very simple. Sixteen people are divided into eight groups and the winner enters the next round, and then draws the pair until there are only two people left, and another decisive battle selects the strongest.

"The first scene, Guan Shanhe, Qi Kaiyun!" The nine horns ended, Mu Hanyan and other 16 people also finished the draw, a tutor walked to the high platform and said loudly.

"Guan Shanhe, we must win!"

"Qi Kaiyun, we must win!" The excitement of the academy disciples rang out from the audience.

After all, they are elites who have been famous for a long time among the younger generation of An Yun. Soon after the two joined the academy, they had a lot of fans.

Mu Hanyan was also a little excited. In her previous life, she had heard about the names of Guan Shanhe and Qi Kaiyun for a long time. In this first competition, it was such a strong encounter. She can also see the true strength of the two. To what extent.

"Brother Guan, please!"

"Junior Brother Qi, please!" The two seemed to know each other too, and did not say much. After saluting each other, they drew out their swords.

In an instant, two powerful swords engulfed the audience, and the noisy square was suddenly much quieter.

"Sword Master Sixth Rank!" In the exclamation, everyone looked excited and expectant.

Mu Hanyan was no exception, and she did not expect that these two people should have such strength. This kind of encounter between the two powers, even for a master of the same strength like her, is a rare and eye-opening opportunity, and can get a lot of insights from the hands of the two.

As soon as the sword light was displayed, Guan Shanhe and Qi Kaiyun fought fiercely.

As the powerful sword light slashed through, the wind swept across the competition platform, a piece of flying sand and rocks, among them, there was also the sound of gusts of wind and thunder, which shocked people's heart.

Following the muffled cry, the wind and clouds dispersed, Qi Kaiyun's slender figure flew out of the competition platform, vomiting blood in his mouth, staining his chest with blood stains, it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

The battle of masters is indeed extremely dangerous!

"Guan Shanhe, win." As the instructor announced the result of the test, the audience burst into cheers again, but the atmosphere in the square was a little bit less joyful and a bit more killing!

Guan Shanhe quickly stepped down, and the competition continued.

As in the first game, one person was seriously injured after each competition. After all, the rewards for this newcomer competition are too generous, and no one is willing to give up easily, and it is difficult to tell the winner if you don't fight it all.

The competition continued, the cheers continued, but the atmosphere on and off the court was getting more and more severe, and there was a cruel meaning.

In fact, this competition is not cruel. The way of the strong is so cruel!

"The fourth scene, Mu Hanyan, to Chang Lie!" The tutor's voice sounded again.

In the audience, the cheers stopped slightly, and everyone looked at Mu Hanyan behind the competition stage.

Compared to other people's competitions, they are still looking forward to Mu Hanyan's match. After all, it was Longyan's number one dude who injured the two instructors within a few days of admission. It is impossible not to expect it.

However, who is Chang Lie? I have never heard of such a person before.

Don't talk about others, even Mu Hanyan didn't know who this person was, and it was the first time I saw him when the lot was drawn.

"Mu Hanyan, come up and die!" Just as everyone was secretly guessing, a young man with a strong figure had already flew onto the stage, raising his head and shouting.

"Mu Hanyan, come up and die." His voice fell in the square, everyone was dumbfounded, and Mu Hanyan frowned.

Who is this person with such a big tone? Mu Hanyan stared at the man, but found that there was no impression at all, and it was even less likely to offend him, but he didn't know why he spoke so badly.

There are too many so-called people in the world, and Mu Hanyan didn't bother to think too much, so he jumped up and went to the competition platform.

"You are Mu Hanyan, Gong Hongru's undead apprentice, nothing more than that!" Chang Lie looked at Mu Hanyan a few times and said contemptuously.

"Presumptuous, dare to be disrespectful to my master." Although Mu Hanyan's habit of retreating to Gong Hongru for "a few days" and then disappearing is very speechless, but she is also a disciple, and she must not tolerate such insults to Master. Shouted sharply.

"Hmph, I knelt down for three days and asked him to accept me as a disciple, but he had no eyes and turned me away. Today I want to let him see how he did not accept me as a disciple. , Let him see how vulnerable the disciple he chose is." Chang Lie said with full hatred.

"I remember. Twelve years ago, a son from the Northern Qi Kingdom came to worship Master Gong as a teacher. He knelt in the snow for three days and three nights in the winter, but Master Gong turned him away. Besides, he also said that he was narrow-minded and hard to be powerful, and that person walked away in shame, it turned out to be him." Someone thought of something in the audience and said in surprise.

"I also heard that this person later came to the door of the Great Swordsman Qi Fengchen of the Northern Qi Dynasty, and that Qi Fengchen fought against Master Gong when he was young. The two fought for three days and three nights. In the end, Qi Fengchen was defeated by one move and regarded Master Gong from then on. Dead enemy." The person next to him said thoughtfully.