Start From Cultivation University

"Starting from Xiuxian University ()"

The next morning, in the anticipation of everyone, the 2nd Kunlun University Military Training Closing Ceremony and Tug-of-War Final started on time.

This "everyone" includes almost everyone in Kunlun University except the employees and lecturers: early in the morning, the training ground was surrounded by water, not only more than 600 freshmen, but even the old students gave up the morning study and practice special trip Come and squeeze into the crowd to watch the final.

In addition to the scale, compared with the previous competitions, there is another biggest difference in the finals: the referee of this competition is Wei Ze himself.

At this time, he has also arrived at the training ground, standing in the field with his hands behind his back.

On the ground, three boundaries for judging winning and losing have been drawn with spiritual ink. On the line, there is a demon-binding rope from nowhere in Yunshen, which was originally used to bind demons, as a prop for this competition. And behind Wei Ze, there was a quaint wooden box, in which dozens of primary spirit swords had already been installed.

These spirit swords were also carried out from the Wenyun Building where the Shangguan clan resided, and they were considered the lowest-grade spirit treasures. It was originally used for practice by the disciples of the clan, but after being housed in the resident, it became a teaching aid for swordsmanship at Kunlun University. In the last semester, the first cohort of students had already been allotted.

However, even though it is a batch of spirit swords, it still takes time to carry them out from the blessed land, infuse them with spiritual power, activate the spirit seals on the magic weapon...etc. There were a large number of people in the second session, and the spirit weapons were distributed in order, but everyone wanted to be the first wave of people to use them, so this priority became a prize for military training acceptance.

Wei Ze looked around at the students around him. The moment he arrived, all eyes were on him. Under that gaze, he floated up step by step, was hanging above the wooden box, and at the same time raised his hand towards the thick demon-binding rope.

"The two groups of students in the competition can enter the arena now."

Following his words, the crowd all turned their eyes to the two teams that came out from both ends of the team.

In the group on the left, Xie Tianyang habitually walked in the front of his group, leading the people behind him to the rope. On the opposite side of him, the group on the right is led by a boy named Li Feng. This man is quite strong, estimated to be over 1.9 meters tall. Standing in front of him, Xie Tianyang, who was already tall, unexpectedly Half a head shorter than him.

But this gap did not affect Xie Tianyang's state. He just looked at his opponent with serious eyes, and then began to order the team members behind him to pick up the rope on the ground.

"Just follow the movement I told you before: lower your center of gravity, lean your body back, pass the rope under your armpits, and put your toes in front of your knees..." He said, and finally added, "In terms of spiritual power use, you must According to my password, keep the perspective of capacity unified, and there must be no "loopholes" as big as before, and don't give the opponent a chance to take advantage of it."

He finally gave instructions to the team members, and the nine people behind him followed his words, grasped the rope tightly, bent down one by one, and set up the best movement for tug-of-war.

The ten people on the opposite side did the same thing with them, lifting the Xiansuo together, raising it and leveling it.

After the red cloth strip tied in the center of the rope was completely aligned with the midfield line drawn in the middle of the two groups, the two groups of freshmen on the field each took a deep breath, while the onlookers raised their heads in unison, looking To Wei Ze who was flying in front of him.

At this time, he was watching the preparations of the two groups of people, and slowly raised his palms while watching. After the movements of the two groups of people were completely frozen, he swung his palms down vigorously, and shouted: "Start!"

The moment he spoke, a whirlwind of spiritual power had already rolled up from the midfield: twenty people stretched their muscles at the same time, and their spiritual power rushed straight into Xiansuo through their arms, forming two invisible air dragons , fiercely entangled with the rope as the battlefield!

For this group of novice monks, the tug of war is no longer a pull of strength, but a collision of spiritual power, and this fairy rope is the arena for the collision!

Because of this, at the moment of starting to exert force,

Xie Tianyang had already let go of his voice and roared.

"One-two-let it go!"

Following his command, the nine people behind him retracted and released their spiritual power rhythmically, and while pulling the rope back, the cyclone created by the converging spiritual power in front of them undulated like waves, and it really looked like waves. Move forward along the ropes, applying waves of intense pressure to your opponent.

The other party was also doing the same thing, and the fluctuations of spiritual power rushed towards them chaotically. The wind aroused by the aura spread from the midfield, blowing everyone's hair and skirts.

If they didn't use fairy ropes but ordinary hemp ropes...or even ordinary steel bars, they would probably break immediately after being impacted by these two strands of spiritual power!

"Wow! Yes!"

"Brother Feng is awesome!"

"Xu Jinxing—Come on! Xu Jinxing—Come on!"

The crowd of onlookers erupted, and the freshmen who were excluded from the field all jumped up and down one by one, raising their arms and shouting along with the players in the center. The old students seemed to be even more excited. Those students who had reached the foundation building stage simply flew to the low altitude on the spot, and jumped directly above the heads of the jumping freshmen below, occupying the best view to watch.

"This wave of freshmen is powerful enough!"

In mid-air, Jiang Ling and Yuan Qingqing flew together, commenting leisurely, then waved their arms again, and shouted at Chu Yunyi who was pulling the rope in the line below: "Come on, Yunyi! Make it better!" Strength! We can't lose to them!"

Her words added a bit of spiritual energy, and they poured into the ears of Chu Yunyi in the team. At this time, Chu Yunyi was gnashing his teeth, holding the thick rope tightly with both hands, and sweat was pouring down his wet forehead.

For the former Chu Yunyi, this was really a rude and barbaric sport, and it was simply not comparable to such aristocratic sports as golf, horse racing and sailing.

But now she has completely put the elegant image behind her, standing there and roaring with the other students, her face is red and her neck is thick, like a yelling groundhog.

"One-two-let it go!"

She yelled along with Xie Tianyang in front of her, and at the same time breathed out in the same rhythm as the team members around her. The invisible spiritual power flowed out from her hands, and merged with the spiritual power of nine teammates through Xiansuo, and shared with the team members. Ten people on the opposite side bumped against each other. The huge pressure came, which made her feel like a hill was pressed in front of her, and it was difficult to even breathe.

But now she doesn't care about these, she just stares at the decisive strip in the center.

Under the attack of the two strands of spiritual power, the red cloth strip remained motionless in the strong wind as if nailed to it, but moved slightly in parallel with the saw at both ends of the rope, slightly moving closer to the right line, but not by much. big.

Apparently she wasn't the only one looking at the strip of cloth now. Right in the middle of the air, those floating old students had a complete view of the scene and the situation, discussing with each other while watching.

"Damn it, awesome! The group with only five people breaking through, actually supported the spiritual power of the opposite nine refining periods!"

"The command of this group is good, and it is obvious that they have practiced cooperation. Looking at the spiritual power they emit, the concentration is much higher than that of the opponent. No wonder they can last for so long despite the disparity in strength."

"But looking at the situation, there are still disadvantages if there are few people who break through... But it's hard to say, the disadvantage is not particularly obvious now, maybe..."

The last sentence was only half spoken, but suddenly they all closed their mouths and opened their eyes wide.

Right in front of their eyes, the muscles of a boy's arm in Li Feng's group on the right bulged, and the Qi-refining spiritual energy surrounding his body surged wildly, with all the veins on his arm exposed. Following his changes, the already large spiritual power cyclone on the right side swelled up again. For the opponent, it was like a huge boulder was suddenly added to the pressure of the hill above his head!

That is the heavy pressure of nine strands of Qi-refining spiritual power acting at the same time... No! Now it is ten shares!

"Li Feng and his team... the last one also broke through?!"

"I rely on? What kind of luck is this? One group is all SSR?"

Wei Ze's eyes in the air changed slightly, and a reminder of [spiritual power +10] flashed in front of his eyes. At the same time, the crowd of onlookers all exclaimed, and saw that the power of the cyclone from the right suddenly increased, like a dragon pressing down on the opponent like a dragon.

Under the pressure again, the group on the left, which was already at a disadvantage, instantly became depressed. Xie Tianyang, who was at the front, was pulled out three or four steps in a row, while the group members behind him groaned at the same time, and it seemed that they could not even maintain the release of spiritual energy. Somewhat reluctantly.

"Ten qi refining vs. five...it's no use."

Song Xudong in the crowd shook his head, and stretched out his hand to Wu Hao and Xiao Youyu behind him: "Hao Zi, brother Xiao, bring the spirit-gathering paper, it's really gone."

The two watching the battle at the back looked at the scene, their faces darkened, and they put their hands in their pockets and took out the spirit paper. Beside them, the students watching the battle all had the same expression on their faces, some shook their heads and some sighed, but most of them were expected.

"That's too...if there are eight Qi refining periods on the opposite side, the group on the left probably has a chance to win, right?"

"It can't be helped. The grouping is purely random, and chance is also part of strength."

"The group on the left is not wronged, it's just that they were unlucky and didn't draw good teammates..."

But no one noticed at this time, at the end of the queue on the left, Han Jiangchen, who was pulling Xiansuo, narrowed his eyes slightly.

He is the last in the entire group, so he can naturally see the state of the front group members clearly: under the pressure of the opponent's ten qi refining stage practitioners, the spiritual power around them is no longer stable at this time, and the original composition A wave of spiritual power began to scatter in all directions, showing signs of collapse.

Xie Tianyang, who stood at the front and grasped the overall situation, obviously sensed this, the veins on his forehead popped up, and he stared at Li Feng, who was leading the way, as if he wanted to eat people, but this still couldn't change the overall situation.

The mark in the center of Xiansuo was staggered to the right bit by bit, and a group of people were pulled forward step by step at the same time. Including Xie Tianyang, the lower body of several people had already started to tremble slightly. omen of doom.

The opponent obviously also saw this, and the power that had already gained the upper hand came under pressure again. With a powerful force blowing across their faces, the ten people on the left felt a strong wind overflowing in front of them for a moment, and the spiritual power stirred the surrounding air, as if a small tornado had been set off in front of them.

Han Jiangchen naturally also saw the frantic romance, but at the same time, he also saw another thing.

——At a certain place in the wind, several strands of spiritual power rubbed against each other, pushing out a hole like the eye of the wind.

There is a saying in soldiers, all weapons have their "eyes". No matter how tough a weapon is, there must always be a most vulnerable point where all forces are against each other and will collapse at the touch of a touch, which is the so-called vital point. This is the case with weapons, and so is spiritual power, not to mention that the manipulating this spiritual power at this time is still a student who has just started, the scope of loopholes is astoundingly large.

In the previous practice, Xie Tianyang had faintly noticed the existence of loopholes in the ten-person joint attack, and the practice these days was also done to narrow his own loopholes - but knowing the existence of loopholes is one thing, can you find it? Which is another matter.

As for whether they can take advantage of this loophole and take advantage of the opponent's weakness, that's another matter.

Before that, he didn't know how to open his mouth to tell the team members about this matter. But now it was the final, and a group of people were desperately trying to reverse the disadvantage, and he felt that he had to do something.

Han Jiangchen took a deep breath secretly, on the surface he was still holding the fairy rope as before, but the spiritual power that had been absorbed into everyone was pulled out of it in an instant and returned to his hand.

He stared at the empty "eye" in the opponent's spiritual power, and the withdrawn spiritual power spun around in his hand, increasing instead of decreasing. Then his hands tightened suddenly, and the spiritual power stored in his palms rushed out, surpassing the joint attack of the team members, and directly hitting the opponent's cyclone along the Xiansuo, it stabbed out like an invisible sharp sword, stabbing precisely The opponent's "eye"!

——This action completely fell into the eyes of Wei Ze, who was flying overhead, and he couldn't help but secretly marveled.

For practitioners, finding the position of the opponent's "eye" is always one of the most important parts of combat skills training, and it is also the content after the sophomore year in the actual combat class.

But now, what needs decades of experience to perceive and explore, is "seen" by this young man who has just started.

A burst of spiritual power rushed in, as if suddenly pinching the snake's seven inches. This change was so small that the students onlookers didn't even notice this silent movement. In the blink of an eye, the expressions of a group of ten people on the right suddenly changed at the same time.

In their feelings, at that moment, it was as if a huge force suddenly hit the cotton ball, and the gathered cyclone immediately dissipated. Obviously, this unexpected change has confused them. It is at the moment when the momentum has been lost and the future momentum has not risen. Among the ten practitioners in the Qi refining period, none of them can gather their spirits while holding the rope. force!

The momentum of pulling back step by step naturally stopped for a moment, and everyone who witnessed this scene fell into confusion for an instant. In the blink of an eye, it was Xie Tianyang who was the first to react, and quickly mobilized his strength, shouting at the same time: "Quick release!!!"

This voice woke up the team members who were slightly stunned behind them, and saw ten strands of spiritual power gushing out again, and the wind whirl on the left picked up momentum again, rushing forward like a spinning wind dragon, instantly tearing apart the opponent's force. Strength on the rope!

The ten people on the opposite side hurriedly adjusted their breath and breathed again in shock, but they had already lost their first move in this situation. Before they could gather their spiritual power, Xie Tianyang's group rushed forward, and the strong force from the rope pulled back. Just dragged them all together and staggered, and rushed forward!

"One-two-let it go! One-two-let it go!"

Xie Tianyang didn't leave any room for it. When he realized that the situation had changed, he had already increased his strength suddenly. While shouting, he tugged at the Xiansuo with a momentum like shaking a mountain. The momentum was like a pack of wolves seeing their prey. If you get the chance, you must eat it up!

The nine team members behind him exerted their strength together, and saw light dust drawn from the feet of ten opponents, and the mark in the center swung to the left like a pendulum movement. After five or six back and forth, the mark finally touched the ground on the left. The dashed line made it emit a dazzling red light!

The victory and defeat have been divided!

"...Fuck, awesome!!"

The crowd of onlookers was stunned, and then there was an explosion of applause. Several old students floating in the air waved their arms and screamed loudly, while those who gambled stood dumbfounded—including Song Xudong and Zhou Yan.

Before the two of them recovered from their dazed state, they saw a pair of hands reaching out from behind, reaching into their pockets from left to right, and lightly pulled out the two pieces of Juling Paper they put in their pockets.

As soon as the two of them turned their heads, they saw Xiao Youyu holding the two spirit gathering papers between his fingertips and flashing them in front of their eyes: "Thank you two brothers for your sponsorship."

"...What am I doing?! How the hell is this possible?!"

The two were frantic on the spot, looking at the high-grade material that flew away, their faces were so painful that they couldn't breathe. And in front of them, the losing group on the right was showing similar expressions to them, standing there holding Xiansuo in disbelief. In contrast, the winning group on the left can be said to be full of gongs, drums and firecrackers.

"We won!! We really won!!"

A group of people cheered and ran forward, dancing and shouting. Behind them, Han Jiangchen at the end of the queue gently put down the Xiansuo in his hand, without making any sound, just stood there, watching without saying a word.

In front of him, the cheering crowd quickly formed a circle, shouting the winner's name.

"The victory of this wave is all due to Brother Xie's command!"

"Brother Xie is awesome!!"

"Brother Xie is here, and each of us is worth two... No, Brother Xie is worth five!"

A group of people were in a state of excitement, and they didn't even notice that there was a missing person in the team. They surrounded Xie Tianyang, like a general who had returned from victory, and they just lifted him up on the spot.

But Xie Tianyang, who was surrounded in the middle, didn't show any joy. On the contrary, at this time he stood there frowning, seeming very confused.

He was the one controlling the spiritual power just now, so he naturally sensed the sudden turn of the situation.

At that time, there should be someone in my group who withdrew his spiritual power. Because of this withdrawal, the opponent suddenly collapsed.

Who the hell did this? Could it be that there is someone in my group who can hit ten with one?

This is too nonsense. But if there is such a person... how do they do it?

Thinking about this, he clearly understood that this victory was not achieved by himself, but by borrowing someone's light. Getting this kind of victory that didn't belong to him made him feel as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

What he wants is to be the first, lead his team to defeat the enemy, and then get the glory he deserves; not to take advantage of others to pick the ready-made fruits, which only makes him feel sick.

"During the tug-of-war just now, who withdrew halfway?"

He waved his hand to stop the team members who were cheering around him, and asked this question. As expected, he saw the students around him bewildered: "Withdraw your strength? Did someone withdraw their strength just now? How can you win if you withdraw your strength?" of?"

Xie Tianyang's face darkened, he looked over the excited classmates around him, and looked around: when he looked to the back, he saw Han Jiangchen at the end, the eyes of the two intersected through the fiery crowd, the former stood in the center of the applause, the latter or standing in a silent corner.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly inserted into the din.

"It was indeed a very exciting final. Congratulations to the students of the winning group. The group that won the quarterfinals will go out, and now the spirit swords of the priority group will be awarded."

The applause suddenly fell silent, and the booing students around shut their mouths instantly, and even the two groups of people on the field quickly dispersed, stood in a row in front of the rope, and looked up.

At the place where everyone's gazes gathered, Wei Ze was still floating in the air with his hands behind his back, but now, the spirit sword that was originally contained in the wooden box had completely floated by his side, and as he raised his hands and feet, the blade deflected slightly As he spoke, the blade of the sword reflected the sunlight, flashing with dazzling light and shadow.

Wei Ze raised his hand slightly, put his two fingers together, and a spirit sword hanging beside him landed first, flying towards the students under his feet. Finally, it stopped in front of Han Jiangchen who was at the head.

"In this competition, I saw a very unexpected potential." Wei Ze said meaningfully to the boy below, "Now, as a Kunlun University student, you are qualified enough to get it."

Han Jiangchen still didn't say a word, just stood there in a daze. After a few seconds of silence, he stretched out his hand hesitantly, solemnly grabbed the hilt of the long sword in front of him, and clenched it tightly.

At that moment, Wei Ze saw a flash of spark-like light in his pitch-black eyes.

And at the same moment, dozens of spirit swords floating in the air flew down simultaneously, and handed them to the boys and girls in front of them one by one.

First, there was Xie Tianyang's group of ten people standing at the front, then the runner-up Li Feng's group, and then the other six groups of eight at the back. There is a sequence, but everyone showed a look of ecstasy after getting the sword.

This is the first time in their lives that they have come into contact with a real spiritual weapon, and it was awarded by Wei Ze himself. For them, this is not just a long sword, but something that is actually held in their hands... Transcendence!

"Congratulations to everyone, and congratulations to all the students who participated in this competition." Wei Ze smiled slightly in the air, and glanced at every student in front of him, "From today onwards, you are all real cultivators."

Breathing and heartbeat accelerated together, a group of freshmen fiddled with the low-grade spirit sword in their hands, like pinching a hot potato, and the hands touching the hilt were trembling. Among them, the only one who seemed a little calmer was Xie Tianyang: he just frowned and looked at the sword hilt in his hand, with a puzzled look still on his face.

But no matter how you think about it, the game is over here. Next, after the freshmen have completed various tests according to the procedure and finished a set of qi refining boxing, the military training is considered to be over.

With the end of the military training, a new semester has begun.