It's just that there are still few people who think this way after all, and few people will agree with this kind of speculation.

If you want to achieve success in multiple fields, it is.

After the competition, Murong Feixue did not leave immediately, but quietly waited for Xin Yue and their competition, with the strength of their current rise to the eighth stage of the Xuan Rank, it would not be difficult to achieve a good result.

Standing in the crowd, the people around her all cast curious or awe-inspiring glances at her, and in the distance, a figure who was rescued by several division commanders was throwing a burning gaze at Murong Feixue.

That's Gu Liang's.

Murong Feixue didn't know what to say at all, for herself, it was just a simple comfort, but for Gu Liang, it almost completely changed his life!

Bihan continued, and the people that Murong Feixue was familiar with also appeared.

Feng Lian, Li Ping, Ning Qingqing, Bi Yan, Xie Yao and others came to the stage one after another, and then they all defeated their opponents.

The strength of these people is on the horizontal line, and compared to ordinary people, they are not only more advanced in cultivation, but also more sophisticated in weapons and armor.

In terms of material, the most outstanding ones are naturally Ning Qingqing and Bi Yan, who are rich and rich second generations.

Finally it's Xin Yue's turn, this girl is now a little more confident than when she just entered the academy, plus with Long Ming and Murong Feixue's training, she looks more handsome, and her little boy-like short hair was also playfully tied by the mother to help her playfully tie a short hair, it looks like a sunny girl who makes people happy.

Xin Yue's opponent was a handsome young man in luxurious armor, and materially speaking, this Ying Cong boy's body, even if a horn was broken off from his armor, was a few points more expensive than Xin Yue's clothes and the sword he held.

What made Murong Feixue frown a little was that this young man was one of Ning Qingqing's leading lackeys on their side, his name was Lin Jianzhi, and the cultivation of the seventh stage of the Xuan Rank was a rare genius on Ning Qingqing's side.

Lin Jianzhi obviously didn't expect that his opponent was actually Xin Yue, and when he saw her, Lin Jianzhi laughed excitedly.

"Hehe, there is nowhere to find when you step on the iron shoes, you are one of the two country girls in Murong Feixue Baihualou, I heard that you are also a cultivator of the seventh stage of the Xuan Rank, then unfortunately, you ran into me, Ha Luha, although I am also the seventh stage of the Xuan Rank, but today I want you to understand the difference between a local tyrant like me and a poor ghost like you."

Lin Jianzhi pinched his waist and smiled proudly, and then slowly pulled out the sword beside him.

A string of sword light bounced off his blade, breaking the eyes of many people.

A discerning person can see at a glance that this is a sword that sharpens iron like clay, and a person like Xin Yue, who doesn't even wear light armor, is afraid that as long as he is hit a little, he may be seriously injured.

And Xin Yue was also a little nervous, although she had exercised a lot of courage in these days, and it was not the first time she had appeared on such an occasion, but she still couldn't suppress the nervousness.

Of course, compared to when she first came to power, Xin Yue is much better now.

At this time, under the stage, Ning Qingqing quietly squeezed to Murong Feixue's side, and said coldly: "How is it Murong Feixue, seeing that your friend is about to splatter blood for five steps, I don't feel very comfortable." ”