Thousand Blades of Death

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In the center of Jixia College, a grand program held once every six years, the sacrament of the sun.

At this time, the sun was already on the top of the mountain and it was about to set. The golden brilliance across the mountains, rivers and rivers is scattered in the corners and corners, as if flowing spring water, rolling down the stairs from the high platform and converging on the heels of people.

In addition to the brothers and sisters, there were also the staff of Jixia College. Among them are not only mainlanders everywhere, but also aliens with red hair and blue eyes and the like, as well as extremely rare orcs, and spirit elves also show their true posture, and countless.

Just a moment ago, Ma Yuan was in a hurry, and even Cai Yong was standing in front of him. He didn't realize that, if not, he would be surprised.

The music sounded magnificent, as if the waves were rolling up and down the center.

When the sound gradually became weak and peaceful, a large circle surrounded by layers of inner rings appeared at the gate and slowly moved to the front of the platform.

With a clatter, like a pair of invisible scissors, the circle broke and stretched into a straight line. As the innermost circle, Ma Yuan and the woman naturally stood at the front, behind them were a bunch of people, and the teachers retreated After that, wait for your disciple's performance.

Just now, when Ma Yuan was forcibly pushed out by Cai Yong, he felt that something was wrong, and now he was standing with the woman, and some shivered.

What Ma Yuan didn't expect was that, in fact, the woman on the other side also fell into anxiety.

Originally, in her eyes, the young man next to him was ordinary, impetuous, just like being picked out casually in the flow of people on the street.

However, soon the woman discovered that she could not sense Ma Yuan's breath!

Ma Yuan's master has a strong qi. On the contrary, Ma Yuan's qi is close to nothing. Next, no matter what means she used to detect, it is not clear the true level of Ma Yuan, only a piece of nothingness lay in front of her, Ma Yuan's existence became unfathomable.

So, the two standing at the forefront guarded each other.

Boom--

Boom Boom--

Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom--

After the long sound, two bright lights rose across the platform, whirl in the air, and sparks collide with each other, generating a strong energy fluctuation.

The people under the platform were calm and comfortable, and the teachers above the platform stood behind the disciples without any movement, and Ma Yuan visited the Jixia College for the first time.

The two light spots gradually chased one after the other, gradually approaching the position of the platform, the light was even more dazzling, and Ma Yuan found that it was golden and white.

With a cry, the two spots of gold and white fell together. It happened that the last afterglow of the sun on the mainland had faded at this time, and the platform was covered with a faint dim.

"What happened?"

Everyone has such doubts in their hearts.

At the next moment, the answer is given.

With the sound of Hugh, the ground beneath the platform rang loudly and flew countless fluorescence, converging into a large wave sweeping tens of feet.

Those bright waves shine brightly in the dark night, dancing round on the moon, randomly changing their posture, and occasionally becoming a big bird, even the root feathers can be seen clearly.

"These light waves are vitality!"

The new disciples with sharp eyes pointed out immediately.

In addition, some people said:

"The purity of these spirits is unimaginable!"

Suddenly, the neat freshman team turned into a boiling pot of boiling water and burst into excitement.

Ma Yuan's lips were so dry that he swallowed hard with a spit, and his eyes were filled with the light of the sky. It took a long time before he touched his heart that was constantly beating, and looked away.

Seeing the woman next to him was also an incredible look, Ma Yuan felt relieved.

Cai Yong stood next to Lian Po and whispered: "Master Zun is doing something bells and whistles this year."

Lian Po said: "Don't say bad things about Master, it is also bad to be known by him."

Cai Yong hurriedly scanned all around, and then whispered: "No, Brother, you said too much, I should not offend him."

Lianpo shook his head: "Ah, only then will you call me Brother."

Cai Yong: "Brother..."

Lian Po: "Senior Brother, I think that I had been in school for 30 years now. Only two of us are left. The youngest brother, Sun Bin, suddenly changed his temperament and entered the magical technique of immersing in time and space. Nothing."

Cai Yong was silent: "..."

Cai Yong: "Speaking of it, I don't know what happened to Sister Zhong Wuyan. Although she stole the secret treasures of Ji Ji, the Master said that she forgive her and asked her to come back, without involving the trivial things of red dust."

Lian Po was silent: "..."

Lian quite spit out a sentence: "I shouldn't let her go...oh."

Cai Yong: "Brother..."

The front of the platform.

Ma Yuan's mood is not as relaxed as his master, and standing here is uncomfortable.

Because he knew better than everyone present that he came in as a disciple of Cai Yong, without any assessment, there should be no possibility.

After all, he doesn't have the corresponding talents, and there is no place for him to practice the dragon tactics.

"In the future, wouldn't... really be driven out?"

At the moment of imagination, the bright and unusual light waves suddenly converged, compressed to a minimum, and then transformed into a human form.

The man naturally stood high in the sky, his white beard that could pass the heel slightly curled up, holding a magic wand in his right hand, just standing in front of the new students, without emitting a little energy, giving the pressure like a mountain, a little breathless But come on.

"This man is similar to Cai Yong's description... Is it Ji Ji's founder, old master?"

Ma Yuan thought that not only did he think this way, the three thousand disciples standing here all had this idea, holding their breath and looking at the old man.

The old man looked at the crowd underneath, and his eyes slowly swept. Under the watch of the other party, everyone felt that they had been stripped off and their clothes were generally clean, and no secrets could be concealed.

Especially Ma Yuan, he looked up at the old man, as if seeing the other person's eyes stagnate slightly on his body, Ma Yuan suddenly panicked.

"This should be an illusion."

Ma Yuanqiang strengthened his spirit and comforted himself.

At the same time, he also warned that he shouldn't care too much about his vitality. Although he has always been nagging about things that cannot be cultivated, but here is Jixia College, and he will have a way out.

"Hmm, this year is pretty good."

The old man finished his scan and reached such a conclusion, and everyone was relieved.

Then the old man spread his arms and made a welcoming gesture, announcing:

"As seen by the princes, I am the first person of Jixia Sansheng, and the Master is also. I represent Jixia Academy and welcome you to come."

At this moment, a cry was boiling underneath.

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