Red Heart Survey

"Eldest senior brother is a senior senior brother." Ling He sighed, only to feel that the mountain was lifted.

"Then what cultivation is Senior Brother Zhu doing now?" Jiang Wang asked again.

"I haven't seen him for a while." Zhang Linchuan sighed inexplicably, "The gate of heaven and earth should have been opened..."

"That's not much different from you, Senior Brother, you are still in the middle! The first place in the City Dao Academy, I still like Senior Brother Zhang!" Huang Azhan held his stinky feet very persistently.

Everyone knows that Zhang Linchuan has been seeing the Heaven and Earth Gate for a long time, and he is just one step away from the sixth-rank Tenglong Realm. So it's not impossible to say that there is not much difference, it's just...

Zhang Linchuan gave Huang Azhan a very strange look, and then took two steps away.

Ren Zhu Weiwo, although he is only a beginner at the sixth rank, he is chasing and killing Heart-Swallowing Demons all over the world! Could that be a normal first-time entry into the sixth rank?

Zhao Rucheng and Jiang Wang looked at each other, and moved away in a tacit understanding.

"Hey, what do you mean?" Huang Azhan shouted.

Zhao Rucheng sighed, "I finally know why Du Huhu is getting more and more stupid."

Jiang Wang also looked up at the sky: "Maybe stupidity will be infected..."

At this time, Dong A had already read the last quota for the first-year students: "According to the usual practice, in the annual discussion on Taoism, each Taoist academy must have a quota, which will be given to the latest disciples of the Taoist academy to show that talented people from all over the world will come out." ..."

Under the stands, Fang Heling suddenly clenched his fists!

Among the Taoist disciples who were at the same time as him, only he and Jiang Wang were the first to open the pulse. Now that a few months have passed, there are other students who have completed the opening of the veins, but the only one who has completed the foundation laying is Fang Heling.

Can be regarded as a leader!

If you want to represent the level of freshmen in Fenglin City Dao Academy, who else?

It's an honor! It was enough to wash away his father's doubts about buying him an open pulse pill against all opinions.

He, Fang Heling, must...

"Jiang Wang." Dong A said.

There was a commotion in the audience, as the first person from the outer sect to advance to the inner sect, and won the Daoist card death fight in front of a large crowd, Jiang Wang's name was no stranger to the entire city daoist academy. The fact that he lingered for a long time before laying the foundation stone was widely spread with the help of some people.

What Jiang Lang is exhausted and his successors are weak, this is the same thing that is said back and forth.

And in the eyes of Dean Dong A, he actually represents the strongest level of freshmen?

"Dean!" Fang Heling stood up angrily, and met Dong A's cold gaze. He felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, and he was extremely nervous, but soon he stiffened his neck again: "I...I don't accept it!"

"Ha." Wei Qu laughed quickly, he was very happy to see Dong A being questioned, although he believed that Dong A's vision would never be wrong.

"It's very simple." Wei Quji said: "Come on stage, have a fight, whoever wins will go."

He didn't know how stupid he was until he spoke. In any case, he couldn't and shouldn't question Dong A on this occasion, questioning a big man who could easily decide his future.

Fang Heling only felt his heels trembling, but he still held on and looked at Dong A. He is already on the ropes.

Fortunately, Dong A didn't seem to have the idea of ​​embarrassing him, nor did he show off Wei Quji's face.

"Okay," he said.

Fang Heling breathed a sigh of relief, he straightened his back as much as possible, and walked towards the high platform under the gaze of the crowd.

He wants to use his familiar Taoism to defeat his opponent in a devastating manner. He wants to prove that he is not for himself, but for the reputation of the entire Fenglin City Taoist Academy. How can you send a guy who hasn't laid the foundation to fight in the grand three cities?

He felt the gaze of the crowd, which was filled with surprise and envy, jealousy and solemnity.

Walking on the road out of the way of the crowd, he suddenly thought, did his cousin Fang Pengju feel the same way back then?

But Fang Pengju had already died before entering the inner sect, but he was already a dignified inner sect disciple!

Then he heard Jiang Wang's voice.

From the occurrence to the evolution of the whole thing, Jiang Wang was very calm, as if he had nothing to do with him.

But after Dong A agreed to decide the quota by fighting, he raised his eyes and asked lightly—"Can I hurt people?"

Can I hurt someone? The question is whether the rules allow it, not whether he can.

Fang Heling's lungs were about to explode!

Dong A's face was expressionless, he just said: "Don't maim, don't kill."

That means everything else is fine.

Standing on the high platform were Wei Quji, Dong A, and several Fenglin City officials and Taoist teachers behind them. At this time, Ju Du took a few steps back, stood on the edge of the high platform, and made room to fight.

Jiang Wang nodded, holding the scabbard with one hand, and walked towards the high platform calmly.

And Fang Heling, who was already standing on the high platform, had his gaze fixed on him like a nail.

"Don't worry, I won't beat you up in the same school." Fang Heling gritted his teeth.

People were looking forward to what kind of cruel words Jiang Wang would reply, but Jiang Wang remained silent.

The two stood on the high platform, facing each other.

This scene reminded many people of the Taoist death fight a few months ago. One of them was still Jiang Wang, and the other was also surnamed Fang.

Wei Quji was originally in high spirits, but after noticing Fang Heling's excitement and eagerness, and seeing Jiang Wang's calmness from beginning to end, he suddenly lost interest.

One is obviously a tender chick who has never fought to the death, and the other is a cultivator who has experienced countless battles. Even if there is a slight difference in cultivation base, where is there any suspense?

"Let's go." He waved his hand boredly.

Clang~!

It was the howling of the long sword unsheathed!

Before the battle started, Fang Heling had envisioned many ways to fight, and weighed which kind of Taoism would be the most beneficial to start the battle. He is not stupid, he knows that his biggest advantage over Jiang Wang lies in Taoism. He can use Taoism, but Jiang Wang can't, this is the chance of victory.

However, that sword was too fast.

Fang Heling's final choice of Taoism is Flame Knife. Among the five basic Taoism techniques, this technique is the most violent, and he is also the most proficient at mastering it.

In order to maintain his leading position and clear away doubts in the clan, he has never let up, he has been working hard.

Now, he can even complete the pinch with just three breaths!

But, that sword was too fast.

Is it two breaths, or one breath? In short, his pinching had just begun, and the sword was already lying across his neck. The sharpness of the blade faintly pricked the skin and blood vessels of the neck.

it's over?

What kind of swordsmanship is this!

Jiang Wang turned his sword sideways, and lightly patted Fang Heling's cheek with the blade of the sword, bringing him back from his stupor.

"You lost." Jiang Wang said.

Fang Heling felt bewildered and at a loss. How come, how come? He didn't even have time to use a Taoism!

If, if, if after a while, after he completes the small Zhoutian cycle and imprints the Flame Saber Dao technique in Tongtian Palace, he can complete the instant cast. I will never be unable to make a move again!

if……

He raised his head abruptly, gritted his teeth and said, "You must have used Daoyuan to stimulate your swordsmanship. You haven't even finished laying the foundation yet. Daoyuan used one less than one, and you are willing to delay the foundation laying time for such a competition. You are really willing." !"

Jiang Wang put his sword back into its sheath, turned around and got off the high platform. Just like every time he met Fang Heling's provocation before, he was too lazy to respond and dismissed it.

A provocative ant stopped in the middle of the road, but humans could not hear its sound.

"You won't be able to lay the foundation for the rest of your life!" Fang Heling shouted at his back.

"Get off! What a shame!" With a wave of Dong Apao's sleeve, Fang Heling really rolled off the high platform.

He got up and looked around, all he saw was sympathy or contempt.

He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly roared and staggered away from here.