The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

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In the subsequent games, as Sheng Chuxin expected, he really didn't meet Nan Liangyue in a single game. Even the people from Shengyun Academy rarely met Mingjing Academy.

It wasn't until the last sixteen and eight that she met Nan Liangyue again, but it wasn't Sheng Chuxin, but Nan Liangyue met Shang Yalie.

"Hey, let alone, this Nan Liangyue's cultivation is really good, and she can fight Ya Lie with hundreds of moves."

Ming Bufan watched the two fight and nodded.

"But it's a pity, it's doomed to end in failure."

Against Shang Yalie, even if it wasn't Sheng Chuxin, Nan Liangyue wouldn't have the upper hand. Sixteen to eight, Nan Liangyue can only rank north nine at most.

Listening to her words, Sheng Chuxin glanced at him lightly.

"You still have time to judge others here, the ten drums over there should be almost finished beating, right?" she reminded.

"Just knock it out, what does it have to do with me?" Ming Bufan pursed his lips and said indifferently.

"Mingbufan, you are stupid, that's where you and Suiqi will compete, hurry up and get over there." Tingyu yelled in his ear.

This Ming Bufan is really stupid after watching a good show. He even forgot his own game. Before, he thought that Ming Bufan thought it was too late, but he never thought that it was because he forgot.

"ah?"

Ming Bufan was taken aback for a moment, turned his head to look over there, and screamed.

"Mother, I forgot."

In the next second, his figure flashed, and he rushed over at the fastest speed he thought.

"This guy, really..." Everyone looked at his back and shook their heads.

"Master Chuxin, are you sure you want to bring him?" Qi Fengqian asked Sheng Chuxin.

Those who practice extraordinary fate are all excellent, and alchemy is also good, but that stupid energy, I don't know if it is born with nature, it is really like a thousand years, nothing has changed.

"Otherwise?" Sheng Chuxin asked him back.

Qi Fengqian raised his eyebrows, "Pretend I didn't ask."

"Ah Han, it's my turn for the next game, I'll go get ready." She glanced at Bei Yehan and said.

Everyone: "..."

In any Sheng Chuxin match, the opponent didn't have a single move, and the opponent didn't even have a chance to react, okay?

They can't figure it out, what else do they need to prepare?

"You just need to get people ready." Bei Yehan also said.

Sheng Chuxin raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement.

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The last eight into four, four into two, and two into one are almost like a formality, so that everyone seems to have no passion for opinions.

Because among the eight out of four, five are the teachers of St. Cloud College, and one is the master of St. Cloud College. The deans of other colleges all have their faces stretched as long as the faces of horses.

As everyone expected, Nan Liangyue won the seventh place by virtue of her own cultivation, perhaps with the deliberate help of Sheng Chuxin and others, and she will be included in the list for going to Shenlu.

Sheng Chuxin is naturally expected by everyone, and the veritable number one.

"Hey, I didn't expect it to be like this. What kind of luck did this Shengyun have this time?" A dean pulled a bitter melon-like face, flicked his sleeves, and stared fiercely at him in the distance, his face was full of joy. Hao Jiahai said.

"This holy heart is really true, why isn't it from our college?" Another dean also said.

It just so happens that Saint Cloud Academy has acquired such a talent, at such a young age, with such a high level of cultivation, and his voice is even more extraordinary, who can compare?