The Art of the Great Sword

At noon, the sun hangs high in the sky.

As many students who came to study entered the academy one after another, there were fewer and fewer people outside.

When Fang Qingyang came here, the enrollment time had come to an end.

"Hurry up. Once the bell rings, those who have not enrolled will be disqualified."

At the door, students shouted reminders.

Only then did everyone speed up their pace.

When Fang Qingyang approached the academy, he felt something in his heart and looked up.

"This is......"

Fang Qingyang pondered, his eyes falling on the plaque, "Only princes who have transcended the realm of supernatural powers can leave such handwriting!"

On the plaque are four characters: dragons and phoenixes - Haoran Zhengqi!

Dongchuan Academy was founded by General Jinchuan, who is definitely a legend in the military!

He joined the army at the age of seven and made great contributions in decades.

He led his troops to guard the north. He defeated the enemy in several northern expeditions and lost their armor. He conquered a large amount of lost territory.

In order to keep the talent pool in the military, General Zhenchuan set up a school in Dongchuan City and strictly required every student with military discipline.

A few years ago, he personally wrote these four characters, hoping that every student who walks out from here can be upright and upright!

‘It actually contains the huge consciousness of a prince! ’

Fang Qingyang's eyes flickered, and he activated the concept of great freedom, as if he was completely integrated into it.

The consciousness of terror gradually spread outward, and communication with Fang Qingyang gradually developed.

"Why is this kid so dazed?"

A student passed by with a curious look on his face.

"He... he seems to be observing the handwriting left by the general!"

"Hahaha, how many people come here to observe every year, but no one can understand it yet."

"So many senior brothers can't do it, he thinks he can?"

A lot of jeers were heard.

However, Fang Qingyang turned a deaf ear, and the prince's consciousness in his mind became clearer and clearer, eventually forming a terrifying idea.

"brush!"

With the golden light flashing, a line of small words appeared in Fang Qingyang's mind.

"War King Code?"

Fang Qingyang gasped, there was actually a prince-level technique hidden inside.

"This battle royal code records a total of 796 battles in this general's life, 790 wins, five draws, and one defeat! The summary and essence of each battle have been condensed into essence by me. It’s recorded in it!”

"If anyone can understand the skills contained in the plaque, you deserve the blessing!"

A vast voice resounded in Fang Qingyang's mind.

"Could it be that this is the inheritance left by General Zhenchuan?"

Fang Qingyang sank his consciousness into the War King's Codex, and sure enough, there were a total of many battle scenes recorded in it, which were extremely detailed.

Every time you watch a battle, a part of the battle experience will be added to your mind, and the moisturizing will silently improve yourself.

As long as you want to learn, you will definitely learn a lot from it!

"Hey, is that kid stupid?"

At the gate of the academy, Wei Hui, who had been waiting for Fang Qingyang to come over, sneered, "It's really overestimating one's ability to understand the plaque left by the general! Not to mention him, even the most talented and talented Zhang Yuanji of the West Academy watched it three times in a row They all ended in failure!”

"Noon has arrived, and the bells will ring soon..."

Yun Nian asked, "What is your plan?"

"Nian Nian, I know you hate him and you want to be angry. I can indeed kill him, but it's meaningless."

Wei Hui hugged his shoulders and sneered, "You said that he has no background. Joining Dongchuan Academy is his only chance to gain a foothold in the Sword Dynasty... I will not be relieved if I kill him." Wouldn't it be worse than death to waste this only opportunity?"

"You mean?"

Yun Nian's eyes lit up.

"Yes, we blocked him at the door so that he could not enter the academy."

Wei Hui laughed, "The rule of Dongchuan Academy is that anyone who fails to enter before the clock strikes noon will be directly exempted from admission!"

Yun Nian was overjoyed, "How long will it take now?"

Wei Hui turned his head and took a look and said, "The last thirty breaths!"

At this moment, the other students quickly entered the school palace, fearing that they would not be able to catch up.

But Fang Qingyang finally recovered from the immersion and walked forward.

"Ten breaths."

Wei Hui sneered.

All the students have entered the academy, and only Fang Qingyang is left!

“A good dog stays out of the way.”

Fang Qingyang came to the door and said calmly.

"Five breaths."

Wei Hui hugged his shoulders and grinned, "Fang Qingyang, do you know what a blow is to a humble person like you? That is... to kill your ascending path with my own hands and destroy you. All hope to become stronger!”

Fang Qingyang raised his eyebrows, "What do you want?"

"when!"

Just then, the bell rang.

Wei Hui suddenly laughed and said, "Noon has arrived, and the time to enter the academy is over! You are still outside the academy. I'm sorry, but the admission qualification you have worked so hard to obtain has been completely invalidated!"

Next to him, Yun Nian also laughed, "Fang Qingyang, your last supporter is gone. You can't enter the academy. You don't even have the qualifications to gain a foothold in the Sword Dynasty!"

Fang Qingyang frowned, and turned to face the gatekeeper of the academy, "You see, I have already arrived in front of the door. If they hadn't blocked the door, I could have easily entered the door, so this rule..."

"The rules can't be changed just because of you!"

The gatekeeper of the academy sneered coldly, "Why didn't you come earlier if you knew the time was tight? You deserve it!"

"Hahahaha, boy, in this Sword Dynasty, it's too easy for me to kill you!"

Wei Hui didn't care about other people's eyes and laughed wantonly.

Many students who entered the academy whispered.

"Is he Wei Hui from Wei Mansion?"

"It's so overbearing. He just blocked the door to prevent anyone from entering."

"I can't help it, who can let me have a background!"

They cast pitiful looks at Fang Qingyang.

For those students from poor families, once they offend powerful students, there is only a dead end!

"You don't think I can get in?"

Fang Qingyang's eyes were indifferent, "One hundred thousand spirit stones, I bet I can get in, do you dare to accept the move?"

He looked at Wei Hui and Yun Nian.

Wei Hui calmly glanced at the gatekeeper disciple of the academy, who immediately understood and said with a ferocious smile, "Boy, are you dreaming? The academy has never broken the rules for anyone alone, unless your relationship is stronger than the general!"

Wei Hui was immediately relieved. He sneered, "If you give me money, I have no reason not to want it, but...can you get 100,000 spiritual stones?"

"brush!"

Without saying a word, Fang Qingyang took out hundreds of blood spirit stones from the ring and piled them in front of him.

Blood spirit stones can only appear in the heavenly spirit veins. When absorbed, they can also replenish one's own blood energy, so they are extremely valuable!

Hundreds of blood spirit stones, the overall value is almost equivalent to one hundred thousand spirit stones.

The bloody light instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"Blood Spirit Stone?"

Wei Hui took a look and his eyes widened.

How could he not want so many blood spirit stones?

When he thought that his entire wealth combined was less than one hundred million, and now he had an opportunity to make a lot of money, Wei Hui couldn't hold it anymore, "Bet! I'll bet you! I want to see how you can get in after being late. Enter this academy according to the regulations!"

As he said that, Wei Hui raised his face and said, "Niannian, after I win him, these will all be yours."

Yun Nian's heart was filled with charm. Who wouldn't be tempted by so many blood spirit stones?