National Magician: I Am The Only Immortal Cultivator

"I won't tell you, it's time for me to go on stage."

After Han Yi finished speaking, he stretched his legs into a bow shape, and landed on the competition platform with one jump.

In Han Yi's heart, there is not much difference between men and women. To put it bluntly, they are all human beings.

Everyone is equal, when fighting, who cares whether you are a man or a woman, as long as you are an enemy, fight!

Standing opposite Han Yi was a slightly quiet girl with freckles on her face, a high-ranking one-star magician.

Song Jiao is also a student of the Thunder department, but she doesn't have a system. The other two departments are water and ice.

Two strong control and one high damage is definitely a nightmare for body masters.

The premise is a normal gymnast.

boom!

Han Yi's metal fist made a crisp sound.

Song Jiao didn't speak, but stared at Han Yi with her eyes.

From the opposite side, he looked like a reckless man. Facing a magician with full operability like himself, the winning rate could not be said to be low, it could only be said to be almost none.

Magicians do not rely on brute force and super-destructive magic, but on their brains.

Song Jiao was very confident in her heart, but she was still watching Han Yi vigilantly on the surface.

"Game start!"

boom!

Han Yi rushed towards Song Jiao in front of him like a flash of lightning.

Song Jiao was not slow to see Han Yi rushing towards him.

A three-meter-high water wave appeared out of nowhere, and then suddenly photographed.

The water wave magic covered the entire competition platform, and it was almost impossible for Han Yi to avoid it, so he chose.

Hard steel!

Then he was submerged by the waves.

"Thunder falls!"

When Song Jiao opened her mouth, a bolt of purple lightning suddenly struck down.

The lightning struck directly at Han Yi's location, and the water waves were still conductive, causing a wave of elemental reactions.

"Freeze!"

In an instant, the thunderous waves on the field froze, and Han Yi became a block of ice.

"Thunderbird!"

Song Jiao condensed most of the magic energy in her body, and a three-meter-long purple thunderbird fell from the sky.

The ice on the field shattered, and the vice president thought that Han Yi would definitely lose. After all, no matter how strong a high-ranking one-star physicist was, it was impossible for him to withstand such a magic bombardment.

However, who knew that at this moment, a shout with sonic power suddenly sounded on the field.

"I'm betting against the gods, and I'll kill your mother with one punch!"

Song Jiao was shocked by Han Yi's voice and her ears rang instantly. Not only that, she also lost all thinking ability at this moment, and could only stand there stupidly.

What is the situation of Han Yi and Song Jiao? It belongs to the dog head with 500 layers of Q stacked at the full level, fighting against a level 6 sword girl with a skill level. bells and whistles.

Boom!

"puff!"

Song Jiao was punched in the lower abdomen by Han Yi, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, she flew into the air.

"Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Palms!"

Han Yi turned into an afterimage in the air, and more than a dozen familiar metal platforms appeared around him.

boom! boom! boom!

After slapping eighteen palms in a row, the onlookers couldn't help but gasped.

Boom!

Song Jiao fell heavily on the competition platform and lost consciousness.

Han Yi won easily.

Seeing Song Jiao being rushed away by the medical staff, the vice president was stunned.

What the hell is this?

When did body masters go against the sky?

It’s okay if you go against the heavens at the middle level, but this is a high level, a qualitative leap, it’s a bit too much for you to be so against the sky.

"I don't understand it, but I'm shocked."

The vice president couldn't help but complain in his heart.

After Han Yi stepped off the stage, he said with some dissatisfaction:

"Really, I haven't even had a good fight."

Several other people were collectively silent when they heard the words.

Good guy, it has to be Han Yi.

The next match is Ye Feng vs. Tian Haopeng, a metal mage.

"Come on, Ye Feng! I'll videotape you below."

Zi Ling found a long tube camera from nowhere and was pointing at Ye Feng.

And Ye Feng smiled bitterly, this girl can make trouble if she wants to.

He was tired and too lazy to care.

Anyway, I am a clone, so what will the troubles of the main body have to do with me.

If Ye Feng at this time knew what the avatar was doing, he would have to find a way to beat the avatar before disarming the avatar.

In fact, Ye Feng's external avatar has two modes, one is to control two numbers by one person, and the other is to automatically activate the intelligence.

And obviously, Ye Feng thought it was troublesome and chose the latter one, with his own intelligence, so he didn't care about it at all.

Ye Feng walked slowly to the competition stage, just like an old lady crossing the road, whimpering.

"The competition begins!"

boom!

"The competition is over, Ye Feng wins and gets the promotion spot."

What happened just now?

Tian Haopeng, who was lying under the competition stage, was a little confused. How could the competition be over.

Not only the parties concerned, but no one else reacted except the vice president.

The vice president's mouth twitched.

This one is even more heavyweight.

In the beginning, he used a super-fast flame jet magic directly at the opponent's feet. Before the opponent could react, the powerful flame power directly blasted him off the competition stage.

And just now he also saw the opponent's strength clearly.

High-end Samsung!

This fucker is simply against the sky!

How big is this? Is this the level?

It's not human at all!

He was already against the sky in the same class, and the speed of promotion is so fast, this is beyond the description of ghosts and evildoers.

It's just a fucking bastard!

Now the vice president feels that he has been living on dogs all these years, look at others, look at himself.

What were you doing when you were your age?

What are people doing, and what level are they up to?

"Times have changed."

The deputy dean showed melancholy, maybe the old guys like them are no longer needed in the new era.

The world belongs to young people.

There is no doubt that Ziling won the battle easily. The last five people won the places and successfully represented the school in the national competition. Three days later, they will go to Zhongyu for the competition.

....

The snowy mountains at night were a bit cold, and the three of Ye Feng sat by the fire and ate plastic-wrapped food, looking somewhat helpless.

"Liu Chunliang, I really don't understand. How did you manage to scrap an off-road vehicle worth five million yuan? Aren't you a mechanic? Why can't it be repaired?"

While speaking, Shangguan Yuxuan hammered Liu Chunliang's dog's head with her fist, the angry expression on her face said it all.

"It doesn't hurt to have many skills, but it doesn't mean that I am proficient in everything. Besides, have you forgotten that I have a side job of making false certificates?"

Liu Chunliang acted like I was innocent too, and was met with mixed doubles by Ye Feng and Shangguan Yuxuan.

Sure enough, this guy is easy to be unreliable at any time.

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(From tomorrow, I will challenge the limit every day. I will take a temporary vacation in real work, so I can have enough time to type. Sometimes there are more typos because I use the mobile phone to type. If there are fewer typos, I use the keyboard.)

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