Early in the morning, Ye Wentian was awakened by the noise in the dormitory.

"What are you in a hurry, there are still more than an hour before the start of the game!" Ye Wentian looked at the thick dark circles under the eyes of the other three and wondered.

Last night, Ye Wentian had been meditating and cultivating, just by devouring the spiritual liquid, there was a suspicion of pulling out the seedlings to help it grow, which was not conducive to breaking through the bottleneck in the future, and he must seize a qiē time to consolidate his cultivation. Persistence is the first ingredient of success, and it applies in both past and present lives.

"Boss, let's go first, we can't sleep anyway, so we just go to the arena to see the situation. When one of them finished speaking, he led the other two out with him.

Ye Wentian, who screamed at this boss, was stunned, and then suddenly realized that since he defeated Huang Xiong, he naturally inherited Huang Xiong's position, although he didn't care.

Maitreya was still snoring on his back, and his snot bubbled and shrunk.

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The arena of the Meridian Academy is the size of a football field, oval-shaped, and very similar to the gladiatorial arena of ancient Rome in the past, but there is sand, swamp, and pond on the ground...... to adapt to the needs of various martial spirits with different attributes.

At this time, it was only nine o'clock in the morning, and the audience seats in the stadium were already full, in fact, there were more than 500 teachers and students in the whole school, and the rest of the thousands of seats were sold at a high price.

On the east side of the arena was a high platform, on which sat the leaders of the academy and some teachers, and the old monk was among them, and he was now holding the little girl in his arms and acting as a temporary nanny.

On the commanding heights of the high platform, there are two seats, respectively, sitting two spirited old men, the left head with a crown to the sky, wearing a Xuan Ling shirt, a classical oriental attire, and the right is the opposite, with a pointed wizard hat on his head, holding a deadwood staff in his hand, typical Western wizard dress.

These two people are the deans of the Ziwu Academy, but the old man in the wizard hat was specially hired from the Demon Martial Continent to assist in the reform.

"Old Xu, I heard that there are several great geniuses in this freshman admission, what do you think about this?" asked Dean Wizard Hat.

"Lao Gan, you obviously know very well and still come to ask me, these geniuses are all disciples of the sect, and they are all above the top, if it weren't for that matter, how could they deign to come to our little academy. Dean Xu stroked his long beard and sighed.

"Well, if I were seventy or eighty years younger, I might not be able to help but get involved, hehe. Dean Gan showed a look of yearning.

What exactly did these two deans mean by talking about 'that incident'? It actually attracted the attention of the major sects.

The distant ringing of bells resounded throughout the arena, and the people who were discussing the game and betting consciously fell silent.

The host cleared his throat and read the long-prepared opening remarks into the microphone: "Students and teachers, the annual freshman placement competition is about to begin...... Exciting times are coming, and let us welcome the Dean with a round of applause to read the opening remarks!"

The audience applauded thunderously, the two deans gave in humbly, and finally Dean Xu gave a speech, Dean Xu coughed twice and said: "The class competition is a tradition of the whole continent, but have you ever thought about the meaning of its existence?" After a pause, he glanced at the audience and continued, "People, the reason why we can achieve dominance and become the primate of all things is because we are constantly fighting, competing, and learning from experience to grow up! Prove that you are the strongest!"

Dean Xu's words were concise and capable, and the last sentence was almost shouted, and the huge sound spread throughout the audience without a loudspeaker.

Everyone in the audience stood up, raised their arms and shouted at the same time: "Fight, fight, fight!" The atmosphere reached a climax for a while.

Dean Gan lowered the brim of his hat, looking like I didn't know you.

After several leaders spoke in turn, the host read out the rules of the competition and the list of the competition, and then announced the official start of the competition.

All the players completed the draw in the background, a total of 150 people, and Ip Mantian actually drew 150. According to the rules of the game, everyone is divided into two groups, each group of seventy-five people, each group for one-on-one elimination, No. 1 and No. 150 bye, directly into the second round, the last two groups each left 38 people.

Help the grandmother cross the road more, and sure enough, she was lucky.

Due to the bye in the first round, Ip Man-tian sat in the audience to watch the game and watch how others fought, which not only improved his own perception, but also understood the strength of the opponent.

"The first thing to start is the first group of knockout rounds, please No. 2 and No. 75!" the host read out loudly, and the eyes of the audience suddenly looked towards the field.

The huge iron doors on either side clicked open, and a heavily armed boy and a terrified boy stepped out. The two walked into the middle of the field and stood thirty meters apart.

Under the gaze of so many people in the audience, the trembling boy immediately turned pale and blue, his teeth chattered, and he almost fainted.

The audience immediately burst into boos.

The host stepped on the spiritual power levitation platform, flew over the two of them, and waved his hand at the end of the countdown: "The game is on, Liang Wuling!"

"Haha, you will consider yourself unlucky if you face me! I have ninth-level spiritual power, and I will crush you to death!" The fully armed No. 2 was full of spiritual energy, forming a nine-inch-high spiritual flame, and with a flash of light, a meteor hammer appeared in his hand, turning the chain hammer in his hand, making a whirring sound.

No. 75 barely suppressed the fear in his heart, and a faint spiritual power was released, forming a five-inch-high spiritual flame, and a shovel appeared in his hand.

"Shovel, I'm laughing to death, why don't you go farming?" said Two, sarcastic, striding over with a meteor hammer.

"You...... Don't come here!" Facing No. 2's rainbow momentum, No. 75's hands trembled, he couldn't hold it tightly, and the shovel actually fell to the ground with a thud, and then screamed and squatted down with his head in his hands.

Ye Wentian shook his head and sighed, and said secretly in his heart: This guy is too cowardly, is he an ostrich?

Without any suspense, No. 75 gave up resistance, was smashed by No. 2 with a hammer, spat blood from his mouth, and could not get up again. The medical team quickly carried No. 75 down, and the game was a game, and no one was allowed to kill.

The No. 2 flag was victorious, with his arms raised high, and he shouted at the audience, who also applauded and cheered.

"Lao Gan, what do you think of this No. 2?" Dean Xu asked with a stroke of his beard.

Dean Gan glanced at No. 2 with disdain: "It's just a ninth-level, and it's excellent in the past, but it's nothing in this session." And this son is too angry, and it is difficult to become a big weapon. ”

Dean Xu said hesitantly: "Lao Gan, how do you learn our literary crepe when you speak? Then which one do you like? Tuoba family or Nangong family?"

A strange light flashed under Dean Gan's wizard hat, and he smiled: "What's the hurry, I'll see later." ”