"After watching so many rounds of fighting, these three people are the first disciples who have successfully challenged the rules of melee with absolute strength, I didn't expect the Flying Star Academy to receive such a young man with a spiritual root, but it is not simple, I think even if they enter the inner gate, they will be the best among the inner disciples. The Venerable Master Zhijian was quite interested in the topic that Tai Yuan had taken the initiative to provoke, and immediately expressed his opinion.

"What the Wisdom Sword Sect Master said is right, although it is only a glimpse, but with the knife that the female disciple has just slashed, I am afraid it will be difficult to find an opponent in the Tongshen Realm. And that male disciple's extraordinary posture complemented the weapons used, which should not be underestimated. Merely...... There is one thing that I have a somewhat different opinion from the Wisdom Sword Sect Master. The Psionic Daoist took the words of the Master Zhijian, but analyzed them more carefully.

Hearing this, the Venerable Zhijian realized his thoughts and said, "Dean Psionic doesn't agree with me confusing these three disciples?"

"That's right, regardless of the merits of the two male and female disciples who made the move, the remaining female disciple who was obviously younger was obviously able to pass the hundred-person melee with the help of this umbrella, I wonder why the Master of Zhijian would be optimistic about her?"

"There was a detail just now, presumably the psionic dean didn't find out. Master Zhijian smiled slightly, understanding why the Spiritual Dao people were confused, and immediately pointed out the key point. In fact, these three people were all fully prepared for backhands when they were surrounded, and even the younger female disciples did not have the slightest intention of slacking off because of the protection of the other two, and they obviously had some confidence in their own strength. ”

Seeing that the Psionic Daoist opened his mouth to refute something, the Master Zhijian then added, "Dean of Psionic Energy, this is not a conclusion that my Zhijian Light has come to based on speculation. But just before the female disciple with the knife could make a move, I found that the female disciple had already taken out a black and shiny pen-shaped weapon in her hand and wanted to do it, but then she was just preempted. ”

After hearing this, the Psionic Daoist closed his mouth and lowered his head to reveal a contemplative expression. And Mo Yiyi was also interested at this time, and asked: "The pen-shaped weapon is rarely tight, according to what the Wisdom Sword Sect Master said, then this female disciple who has not made a move is quite accomplished in the way of calligraphy and painting?"

Master Zhijian only nodded, but did not answer directly. Several people are not stupid, just from the point he mentioned just now, it is enough to understand why the Master Zhijian is also optimistic about the female disciple who has not made a move, because if the way of calligraphy and painting wants to have the ability to resist the enemy, at least enter the realm of shock. This girl who is only twelve or thirteen years old is only cultivating in the spiritual realm, but at least she has the cultivation of calligraphy and painting in the realm of shocking Hong, what a terrible fact.

At this time, in Tianxing Square, it seemed that in order to confirm the opinion of the Master Zhijian, Zhao Ling'er had already started to use his hands under Fang Manman's proposal.

"There are only twenty or thirty of them left, and it's boring to watch, why don't we take action and sweep them all together?" Since Fang Manman and Fang Ling made a move, no matter how hot the fight between the disciples of the other teams was, no one paid attention to them, seeing that this round of melee was coming to an end, Fang Manman suddenly issued a new call to move.

"Ahh Fang Ling didn't understand Fang Manman's thoughts.

"There are a total of ten qualifying places, if only the three of us qualify in this round, will there be seven fewer opponents in the next wheel battle?" Fang Manman shook a disdainful white eye, and had already raised the long knife and gathered it in front of his chest.

Fang Ling was not stupid, he could only reply with an embarrassed smile after realizing his omission, and the two short swords were already spinning in his hands.

Silently, Zhao Ling'er also took out her own ink pen and said: "Sister Fang, let me help you too!

Fang Manman turned his head in surprise, and only after seeing Zhao Ling'er's firm eyes at this time did he nod, and slashed the long knife in his hand across a large circle and crossed his side, turning into a defensive posture.

I don't know what Zhao Ling'er wants to do, but out of trust and encouragement for her fellow disciples, Fang Manman and Fang Ling can only protect her more closely in the middle at this time, waiting for her to take the lead.

I saw her throw two pieces of white paper into the air, holding a black thick brush in her hand, and I don't know what to write and draw. It seems that because of Zhao Ling'er's strange movements, many people on the high platform at this time have their eyes on her.

Although he had seen Fang Manman and Fang Ling beside Zhao Ling'er, and knew that these three people would definitely be able to win in this round of hundred-person scuffle, the final outcome was not yet known after all, so they wouldn't be bored and start writing and painting now, right?

In the eyes of most of the martial artists who watched the ceremony, they were more puzzled by Zhao Ling'er's movements in addition to curiosity, and they could only be attributed to the fact that because the partners around them were too strong, they could recklessly make this kind of move that did not take others into their eyes at all. Only people such as Master Zhijian and others who had observed Zhao Ling'er's extraordinaryness before carefully paid close attention to Zhao Ling'er's upcoming strength.

"Sister Fang, I'm going to be ready soon, and when I see the calligraphy and painting in my hand flying out, you can make a move. Zhao Ling'er was distracted in the process of concentrating on calligraphy and painting, reminding Fang Manman and Fang Ling of the timing of their moves, so that people could feel her struggle in the language.

"Don't worry, we'll take our chances. No matter what Zhao Ling'er was preparing, Fang Manman still gave her full encouragement, the long knife in her hand had already made a sharp sound, and she couldn't wait to make a move.

It didn't take long for Zhao Ling'er to draw the last stroke, and her body spun around in place, and she suddenly debuted: "Go!"

Immediately afterwards, the white paper on the left and right sides in front of Zhao Ling'er flew out one after another, and the paper on the left side was behind the paper on the front and back, and everyone on the high platform knew what she had done during this time.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, a towering mountain drawn on the white paper that flew out first broke out of the paper, swelled in the wind, and hung above the Star Square. At this time, the more than twenty disciples who were fighting in the square appeared on this mountain, as if they were really under extremely heavy pressure, and they couldn't even move.

After the manifestation of the high mountain, the white paper that followed was no longer a painting, but a big "Ding" character!

In the same way, when the word "Ding" flew into the air, it also broke out of the paper and became bigger and bigger, crashing into the high mountain with unparalleled might, as if the mountain was originally carved with the big character of this flying phoenix.

When the "Ding" self and the mountain become one, the warriors under the mountain are no longer slow, but directly stiff like a wooden man, and can no longer move for half a minute, such a scene makes the disciples outside the field stunned, as if affected by the power of this mountain.

I don't know the depth of the martial artist's heart, Zhao Ling'er's magic pen is simply invincible, but the martial artist who knows a little about the way of calligraphy and painting knows the defects behind this seemingly majestic mountain. After a few breaths, the high mountains on the Star Square with the word "ding" began to blur a little.

No move is truly invincible, with Zhao Ling'er's current cultivation, he can only maintain the manifestation of his calligraphy and painting for ten breaths, which is its shortcoming. Fortunately, Fang Manman and Fang Ling were both experienced in combat, and they had already understood in a quick judgment that the opportunity was fleeting, and the two of them immediately showed their bodies and effortlessly beat the martial artists suppressed by Zhao Ling'er one by one.

Although without Zhao Ling'er's move, Fang Manman and Fang Ling could clean up other disciples who were not outstanding, but from the perspective of saving time and effort, Zhao Linger's role must not be ignored, so even Fang Manman gave Zhao Ling'er a thumbs up from afar, remembering this little girl with unusual talent.

So far, in the twenty-first round of the hundred-person melee, only three disciples have won. In other rounds, this result represents an extremely tragic struggle, and on Fang Manman's side, it is even more frightening. Even the disciples who had successfully passed the hundred-person melee in the previous round couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, praying that they wouldn't run into these three demons in the second round of the ring battle.

After Fang Manman and the three stepped down as if nothing had happened, Sang Baimei reacted, and hurriedly announced the victory of the three and wrote down their names.

"Sect Master Zhijian, you still have a higher vision, I'm convinced. On the high platform, the Psionic Daoist bowed to the Master of the Wisdom Sword, with a deep look of shame on his face.

(End of chapter)