The second day, accompanied by the bells of the college, the freshman competition kicked off. Due to the freshman competition, the intermediate and senior classes also had two days off. In addition to the freshman participating in the competition, there were many people watching the competition, so the stands were filled.

There are only twenty competition platforms inside and outside the junior class competition venue, so the first round of the thousands of people was extremely slow, so the first round of the first day was only the first two rounds, but just these two rounds were dazzled by everyone. There were four old men in the center of the seat, and the four were the heads of Tianfeng National Academy. One of them had a rosy face, and the other three were responsible for junior, intermediate and senior classes. They would never miss such competitions.

"Children, I don't need to say more about what the new student competition is. For the sake of cultivating resources, try your best to fight. Maybe you will become the next strong man. Now, the first round of the new student competition has officially begun." Because as early as yesterday afternoon, all the freshmen had already obtained a list of the first round of battles and knew their competition stage and their appearance positions, so they would not seem panic after the first round, and they started soon.

Zhong Wuhen’s competition venue is No. 3, and the order is good, it’s the second one, so it will be his turn soon. However, the luck of the other three people in the dormitory is not as good as that. Although they are not on the same competition venue, the ranking is after fifteen, so they have to wait a long time.

On the seat, the four old men were also communicating in a low voice, "Old Liu, are there any good seedlings in this junior class this year?" The one who spoke was the slightly fat old man, Wang Xiong, the person in charge of the intermediate class.

Liu Chengtian smiled faintly: "You will know if you look at it, why are you in a hurry!"

The person in charge of the senior class is a tall and thin old man with a high vision and naturally the strongest among the three. Otherwise, he would not be responsible for the senior class with the highest cultivation level. At this time, the old man closed his eyes and rested, as if the result of the following competition had nothing to do with him. In fact, the same is true. If it were not for the regulations, he might not have come here.

Feng Ruoer and Yinger were sitting there on the first row of the seat. At this time, Feng Ruoer also stood up and searched for Zhong Wuhen's figure below. Yinger looked at it and smiled, "Princess, you are too anxious. There are so many people below, how can you find it?"

Feng Ruoer also pouted and glared at Ying'er, then pulled Ying'er up, "You can also find it for me!"

Finally they found it, but they were not found it, but Zhong Wuhen came on the court. If they didn’t play, they couldn’t find it among the crowd. But once they got on the court, they would find it? After seeing Zhong Wuhen, Feng Ruoer calmed down and slowly sat on the chair and watched the competition venue.

Zhong Wuhen naturally knew that Feng Ruoer was coming early in the morning, and he also knew where Feng Ruoer was sitting. After all, his spiritual consciousness was not a joke.

The first competition of the No. 3 platform was a second-grade martial artist from Class 1 against a peak warrior from Class 5. The result was very obvious. Before he could hold on to the ten moves, the one from Class 5 was knocked to the ground by a sweeping leg and lost. The referee was also the teachers of each class. He waved his pen expressionlessly, "Chu Yang won, the loser quickly left the competition venue!"

Because there are too many people participating in the competition, it seems a bit noisy here. Those who lose in the first round cannot let them watch other people's competitions up close. If you want to watch it, go to the seats around you, and set up a seat for students.

The referee yelled in a low voice, "In the second game, Zhao San from Class 3 vs. Zhong Wuhen from Class 5, please come on stage quickly!"

"It's my place!" Zhong Wuhen also went to the competition stage at this time, and then smiled slightly at Feng Ruoer.

Feng Ruoer, who had been staring at Zhong Wuhen, naturally felt the information conveyed by Zhong Wuhen, and her heart beat suddenly.

Zhong Wuhen turned his head to look at his opponent. Class 3 is a well-known class in the junior class. His average strength should be around a first-class martial artist. The one in front of him is a warrior who has just entered the martial artist for a while. It was a bit strange that Zhao San seemed a little hostile to him.

"Boy, when you meet me, your competition road is probably coming to an end. I will admit defeat obediently, otherwise I will not show mercy." He naturally would not take a trash from Class 5 to take this scum in his eyes. This is because a person promised that as long as he could eliminate himself or even beat Zhong Wuhen, he could get great benefits from him, so he could only laugh in his heart. This kid was unlucky if he met him.

Zhong Wuhen retracted the folding fan, "I have to say so much, just do it faster."

Zhao San specializes in combat skills, which is also a boxing technique, which is also the characteristic of civilians. After all, most of them cannot afford decent weapons, so fists are the best weapon for them. "Vajra Fist - Grizzly King Kong!" A punch came out, and a yellow halo flashed on the fist. This is the characteristic of a martial artist. The true energy is exposed, and although it is only a trace, it is enough to greatly enhance the attack power of combat skills.

Zhong Wuhen looked at the fist coming towards him and shook his head, "Rough, it's too rough. This can be regarded as a combat skill. At most, it's a low-end energy operation!"

As soon as he pointed out, Zhong Wuhen used the yellow-level low-level combat skill [Fish Finger], but now he has mastered this combat skill to the perfect level, and it seems that it is not far from the transformation force, so it is extremely powerful. Even if it is used with his peak warrior cultivation, it is enough to hurt the martial artist. As for the half-baked martial artist in front of him, let alone.

The finger was like a gust of wind and lightning. When it was pointed out, no true energy dissipated. Almost that wisp of true energy condensed at Zhong Wuhen's fingertips. The highly condensed true energy also burst out with extremely powerful power at this time. One finger actually fought head-on with Zhao San's fist. Then the crisp sound of the collision of true energy came, followed by a painful howl. Zhao San lost, and lost completely.

Zhong Wuhen broke Zhao San's body-protecting true energy with this finger and pierced Zhao San's fist. If this hand is not treated in time, it will probably be ruined. Zhao San's face was full of incredible, "Impossible, you obviously only have the peak of a warrior cultivation, so why did you burst out with such powerful power?" As he said that, his face was full of bitterness.

Somewhere in the audience, the person who was paying attention to the battle also said hatefully, "What a waste, I can't even get rid of a peak warrior."

Zhong Wuhen waved his folding fan, "Ignorance boy, what kind of power can you see."

Zhao San also smiled bitterly, "I lost!" As he said that, he was about to walk downstairs.

"Wait a moment!"

"What else do you want to do? I have lost." Zhao San also turned around and looked at Zhong Wuhen with dissatisfaction.

Zhong Wuhen took out a pill, "I think you have a good character, and depending on your clothes, it is probably not easy to buy decent injury medicine. But I will give this pill to you, so I will practice hard in the future."

Zhao San took the pill and glanced at it, and his expression immediately became excited. He naturally recognized the pill, which was the best pill, and it was also the best pill at the yellow level. He had never used such pills before, but the best pills had not even used the top pills. He was naturally very excited when he got a pill at the top pill.

"Thank you!" Nodded, Zhao San got off the stage.

The referee also looked at Zhong Wuhen unexpectedly, and then said, "Class 5, Zhong Wuhen won, the loser quickly left the competition venue."

Even if Zhong Wuhen's first round ended like this, because there was still a long time before the second round, and it might not be his turn at the beginning of the second round, so Zhong Wuhen simply walked out of the competition venue.

The four old men from the academy naturally noticed the scene where Zhong Wuhen gave the pill. Liu Chengtian also smiled and said, "Hey, this kid is good. He actually gave him a pill, which is not bad!"

Wang Xiong curled his lips, "Hmph, are you sure this kid is not trying to show off? With the injuries of the boy in Class 3, a top-grade pill is enough to treat him. What is this? Show off? Old Liu, you have to take such a student well. Warriors must focus on cultivation. This kind of personality that likes to show off is undesirable."

If Zhong Wuhen knew about the fat old man, he would probably not be able to say a word, "What should I do? I can't come up with the best elixir, and I'm also very desperate!"

In the stands, Ying Er also shook Feng Ruoer's arm excitedly, "Princess, Mr. Zhong won!"

Feng Ruoer smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I know, I've seen it." As he said that, Feng Ruoer also looked at Ying Er in surprise, "Hey, Ying Er, you have changed!"

Ying Er was also stunned, "Princess, has my place changed?"

"I asked you to deliver a letter before. Although you didn't say it, I could see that you were unwilling to do so. Why did your attitude change so much at once?" Feng Ruoer also poked Ying'er's forehead.

Ying Er also lowered her head and said, "Actually, son-in-law, oh no, it was Mr. Zhong who gave me a precious pill. Because of this pill, I can break through to the cultivation of this pill soon, so."

Feng Ruoer looked at her maid who was being bribed and called such a shameful title just now, and she wanted to beat her up, "Hmph, will you buy you with a pill?"

Ying Er also shook her head quickly, "No, princess, that's the best Xuan-level elixir. Although it's not as good as the Potian Pill, it's still very precious. Mr. Zhong gave it to me for your sake."
Chapter completed!