On the second and last day of the freshman competition, more than 700 people have been eliminated in the first two rounds, and only more than 200 people have advanced, so the remaining competitions can be completed today, and the order of competitions was also obtained in advance. This time, Zhong Wuhen’s order is not so high. However, coincidentally, it is still the No. 3 platform, with the order of the sixth game.

There are seven games in the third game, and Zhong Wuhen is the second to last game, of course, it is Zhong Wuhen. If someone else is in the back of this round, he finally advanced and finally made his first appearance in the next round. His true energy has not yet recovered, so he will definitely suffer a great loss, but Zhong Wuhen will not have such concerns.

Because Yi Dong had only about two hundred people in the huge competition venue, Feng Ruoer, who was sitting in yesterday's position, quickly found Zhong Wuhen in the field. Ying Er also smiled and said, "Princess, Mr. Zhong should be on the court a few more times today!"

Feng Ruoer pouted, "How do I know?"

This day, more people came than yesterday. After all, the more the battle ended, they would definitely be the elite of Tianfeng National Academy. Such talents are worthy of the big families. This is also a very common thing. Although geniuses always come from those big families, not all geniuses come from those huge families. If a family wants to last forever, they must have fresh blood, and these young masters are fresh and energetic blood.

In the stands, there were also some masters among the eliminated students, so they naturally dissatisfied, because with their strength, if they met other opponents, they would definitely be able to advance to today's game. However, they were a little unlucky and happened to meet someone they could not defeat, so they lost and stopped in the second round.

This is the randomness of this competition system. But there is nothing to say about this. I can only blame myself for being unlucky. If I help my grandma cross the road more often, I will definitely not have such bad luck.

The battle started, and the third round of twenty martial arts competitions began at the same time. The referee in the third arena did not substitute, but was still the one from yesterday. This person seemed to be a teacher in the intermediate class, and his strength was King Wu. Of course, those who can become the tutor of Tianfeng National Academy are at the level of King Wu, otherwise they would not have the qualifications.

"The first game, Zhang Xiang usually fights against Li Er of the second squad!"

The battle started, Zhong Wuhen glanced at them. In the fourteen people in the No. 3 venue, one of them occupied almost half of them, six people, four people in Class 2, two people in Class 3, one person in Class 4, and then he said, "This class division is indeed not a false one. There are too many guys in Class 1 who have advanced." After all, when they first divided the class, they were divided according to their own strength. It has not been long since they entered the academy, so their strength has not yet improved to the next level, so it is normal for them to not be able to defeat them.

Because there are many people in Class 1, almost most people will meet Class 1 masters. Zhong Wuhen also paid attention to it, but he also found that the combat skills taught in Class 1 should be no different from them. However, in Class 1, in addition to the combat skills taught by the teacher, they also learned more powerful combat skills, so they have such combat power. They need to be careful when encountering them.

In the first game, both of them had the cultivation of first-class martial artists and they were equally matched. In the end, the one from Class 1 won. In the end, it seemed that he had a mysterious sword technique to defeat Li Er from Class 2. Li Er seemed a little lonely. His new student competition has ended now.

The second game continued. There was still one class among the people who were on the field, but the opponent was changed to the third class. He was a girl, and his cultivation level had just reached a martial arts master. He played the role of the fallen leaf sword very well. He had to play it much better than the person Zhong Wuhen met yesterday. It was a pity that the opponent was a master of horizontal training. The so-called master of horizontal training is a person who practiced both body training. Most of the body training skills are difficult to get started. However, once he entered, he was almost invincible at the same stage, and even had the capital to fight over the level. Unexpectedly, such a person would appear in the small new life competition. Zhong Wuhen also silently wrote down the name of the man. Qian Ming seemed to be a person among the four major families.

In the first five games, four of the six people in Class 1 appeared, and only one of them lost. It is conceivable that the overall strength of Class 1 is too good than them. If this freshman competition continues, it will probably become a civil war for Class 1.

In the sixth game, Zhong Wuhen was destined to meet people from Class 1, and unfortunately, Zhong Wuhen encountered a person with a high level of cultivation this time, and at the peak of the second-grade martial artist, he almost had to step into the third-grade existence with one foot.

"Boy, you broke Huatian's sword yesterday. Today I want to see what methods you have!" Huatian's strength in Class 1 is also middle-aged and above, similar to him. Since Zhong Wuhen has the ability to defeat Huatian, it is possible to defeat him. No matter what methods Zhong Wuhen uses, he believes that as long as he does not understand, nothing will happen.

Zhong Wuhen smiled faintly, "It seems that you have a good relationship with the guy yesterday. Since that's the case, let's fight quickly!" As he said that, a group of Yuehu pulled out a long spear, waved the spear head, and attacked Zhong Wuhen. This person actually used a gun. Gun-like weapons are not considered mass weapons in Jiuhua Continent, but they use very few people. After all, a stick for a day, a knife for a day, a sword for a half year, and a gun for a ten-year spear!

The shooting skills are much more difficult to master than the rest, because there are too many changes. Moreover, the gun requires more speed, accuracy and ruthlessness, so the damage of the handwriting is concentrated in that small piece.

"Shooting technique is interesting!" Zhong Wuhen waved his hand, and the spirit sword in his hand was still the Sword of the Wind. There are four styles in the Sword of the Wind. The Sword of the Wind has four styles. The first style is the strong wind, the second style is the wind sweeping the remaining clouds, the third style is the Wind Wind, and the fourth style is the Wind of All Things.

Zhong Wuhen can naturally fully display it now, but once he uses the last move, the power is too great. The power of that move may have surpassed the level of Xuan-level combat skills. He touched a trace of artistic conception. The first and second moves against these people are enough.

Although the gun technique used by Yue Hu was exquisite, it can be seen that Yue Hu had been practicing gun for a long time. Unfortunately, he encountered Zhong Wuhen and the three swords. After just the three swords, Yue Hu was shocked and retreated continuously. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Only with a long spear could he stand, "You are really strong, you are losing!" After that, Yue Hu took out a pill and swallowed it and then got off the stage.

"Zhong Wuhen, win!" So Zhong Wuhen won again and advanced to the fourth round. Zhong Wuhen was also indifferent to the last competition, and was another one-sided crush of the team.

In the stands, Ying Er seemed to be even more excited than Zhong Wuhen, "Princess, Princess, Mr. Zhong won again, so amazing!" Ying Er's cultivation is not bad, so naturally she can see the difference between Zhong Wuhen and that man. One is a peak warrior, the other is a martial artist. Is it comparable? No, Zhong Wuhen was able to knock the martial artist down with that swordsman with that skill. It is really extraordinary.

The four old men also began to pay attention to Zhong Wuhen. The old man sitting in the center also opened his eyes, "Yes, this boy's understanding is really good. I'm afraid he has already understood a trace of the wind. Otherwise, the doll in Class 1 would not have been defeated so miserably."

The fat old man Wang Xiong also curled his lips, "No, how many geniuses are crushed to this artistic conception. He is just a peak warrior. How is it possible?"

The old man in the lead also smiled, "Who said this kid is a peak warrior?"

After saying that, the other three were also shocked. Someone was able to hide their cultivation in front of them. "Is this son practicing the hidden cultivation technique?"

"Then how far has this guy reached?"

The old man in the head also shook his head, "I can't see through, I can't see through. There seems to be an extremely powerful force in his body, so powerful that I can't even match it, but that power does not seem to exist. It's strange, it's really strange." The old man was born with extraordinary perception ability, so he discovered these things, but he could not find Zhong Wuhen's true cultivation. Even if he discovered it, he might not believe it.

After this round, the number of people in the field was reduced by half again, and only one hundred people entered the fourth round, so they were divided into twenty martial arts platforms on average, and there were only three to four games on each. Soon Zhong Wuhen got his matchup information. There was no doubt that the opponent was still one of the first class.

The fat man had stopped in this round, but it seemed that because his cultivation became stronger, the fat man's confidence was back and he was more diligent in his cultivation. However, before that, he was still sitting in the stands and watching the game with Li Yijian, Gao Shou and the other two. Zhong Wuhen seemed to have become the only spark in Class 5.

In fact, this is true. Among the more than 100 people, Zhong Wuhen is the only one in Class 5. No one expected that it would be so tragic. This is the fourth round. The madman was also staring at Zhong Wuhen in the stands, "This kid is indeed not as expected. I hope he can get a good ranking!"

The fourth round of battle came very quickly. This time, Zhong Wuhen was at the No. 5 venue, there were three groups of competitions here. Zhong Wuhen was the middle group, among the six people, four men and three women. Unfortunately, Zhong Wuhen saw Zhao Lin, but he didn't expect that Zhao Lin, an alchemist, could actually make a breakthrough here. I think it must be some means.

"Zhong Wuhen, I didn't expect you to make it to the fourth round. It's amazing!"
Chapter completed!