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As soon as these words came out, it seemed that the air in the room froze. Chu Yunyi raised his face at once, and the expression on his face was changing.

"Repechage match?" Her tone trembled for a moment, "Does that mean I still have a chance?"

"That's right. Anyway, there are people among the freshmen complaining every day that they haven't played enough, so the school simply reopened the competition and included all the eliminated ones who are still willing to participate. The number is probably in the early four hundred."

Cong Yuan said: "The resurrection match will start tomorrow. This time, there are more than 400 people vying for a spot. After the competition is over, it will probably be the official match."

Four hundred people, grab a spot

Chu Yunyi's heart skipped a beat. What she said just now was tantamount to a bright future for her, but now the words undoubtedly poured a basin of cold water on her head.

Although the opponents this time were all eliminated by the 65 additional players, the promotion rate was 400 to 1

In the last competition, she rushed to the street in the first round, and still lost with a considerable disadvantage. Even now, how many chances does she have if all the weights are compared once?

"I think you have good strength now. If you still have a good spiritual weapon to help you, the probability of winning should not be small." Cong Yuan said, "Don't you think about it?"

Chu Yunyi shook his head: "But even if I have the ability to make spirit weapons now, there is no time to refine them."

"It's too late?" Cong Yuan asked suspiciously, pointing to the side, "Isn't that the spirit weapon you shot?"

Chu Yunyi was taken aback by what he said, but in a blink of an eye, what he was pointing at was the giant hammer she was leaning against the corner of the wall.

"Uh this is not"

Chu Yunyi got stuck in her throat after speaking halfway. She stared at the hammer, her eyes gradually widened.

On the casting hammer, which is half a person tall, there is a faint fluctuation of spiritual power at this moment.

She suddenly became excited, remembering Bailiyu's words at that time: "A tool refiner uses blood as a guide, spirit as a quencher, and strength as a forge."

Take blood as a guide. In the past half a month, she had been rubbed by the hammer so many times that her hands were covered in blood. The blood smeared on the hammer and was completely absorbed by the spirit metal.

Quenching with spirit. When forging, the first thing she has to do is to inject spiritual power into the giant hammer, so that it can be fully concentrated in the body before it can be swung.

Cast with strength. Needless to say, while forging the spirit material, the spirit hammer itself was also being hit in reverse again and again at the same time.

When it was handed to her for the first time, the hammer was just a vulgar object with nothing special in it. But now, after a month of tempering, it has become a real spiritual weapon. A natal spiritual weapon that was warmed and nourished by her blood and spiritual power.

It's just something she made out of her own will, which only belongs to her and has nothing to do with anyone else.

"Is this what Teacher Wei intended?"

Under Cong Yuan's puzzled gaze, she squeezed the hammer tightly, bent down involuntarily and laughed, almost crying.

This is so inelegant

A few days later, Mingxin Enlightenment Stage, the venue for the resurgence match of the Xianyun Games qualifiers.

"In the next match, Li Yuanxiao will face Chu Yunyi."

One sentence announced that the players entered the arena, and the students standing by the stands turned their eyes to the entrance, watching the figure slowly walking into the arena.

She was still wearing the same uniform as in the first game, and her long hair was tied up. But at this moment, what was carried on the slightly thin back was no longer the uniformly issued spirit sword, but an iron hammer as tall as half a man.

"This is"

The few spectators showed a slightly surprised look, and even the tall boy who stood opposite and acted as an opponent couldn't help but look sideways. After all, this scene is really a bit contrary to the eyes.

But then, they saw the girl on the field slightly bent down, and took down the sledgehammer that didn't match her figure from behind, and held it in her hand with a serious look.

"Game start."

Chu Yunyi took a deep breath, and Haoran's spiritual power began to gather on the hammer, as if putting it in a furnace, and the surrounding body exuded a scorching breath.

Then she bent down and hammered the condensed wind around her. The wind blew her skirt and hair, as if the air became heavier for it, and an amazing sense of power spread across the stage.

"Damn! What is this?"

"I watched her preliminary match a month ago, so it's still not like this?"

"This hammer seems familiar. Is it carried directly from the equipment room? Can this thing really hit?"

The exclamation came and went, all of which were suspicious. But at the next moment, they saw the hammer with condensed spiritual power raised above their heads, and the moment it was swung, it made a roar like a frenzy!

As Chu Yunyi twisted his waist and kicked the ground, the whistling sound crossed the air, descending with a powerful aura and a burst of force, aiming to smash at the opponent rushing from the opposite side!

Boom! !

The wind burst out, the stone steps shattered, and countless fragments were surrounded by the strong wind. The slender figure landed on the ground, and the lower body was still as stable as when it was forged. In contrast, the tall and burly opponent on the opposite side retreated more than three or four steps in a row. It has been lifted again and again without stopping for a moment!

Boom! Boom! boom! clang

Under the gaze of many eyes, the giant hammer fell with continuous gravity and astonishing momentum. Every move was similar, not even talking about skills and tactics, she just stood there facing the opponent's attack, and then waved the spirit weapon in her hand again and again.

If you can't break it with one blow, hammer again, smash again, and hit again. During the swing, everything close to her side was completely shattered, and the last thing shattered was the final blow of the shrouded spiritual power. After all, the opponent couldn't hold on, and the spiritual power protecting the body was completely shattered. After one staggered and fell to the ground, After panting for a long time, I couldn't stand up again.

Under the shocked eyes of everyone, the girl put away the giant hammer in her hand and stood quietly in the center of the arena.

"In this match, Chu Yunyi won."

"In this match, Chu Yunyi won."

"In this match, Chu Yunyi won."

Half a month passed quickly, and the figure in the crafting room still appeared as usual, but there was also a noticed name on the field.

That name was quickly uploaded on public editions such as "Kunlun Queqiao Kunlun Best Known", similar to "Confess that Chu Yunyi's schoolgirl who swung a sledgehammer on the court today asked for advice: Where did Miss Chu Yunyi learn how to play in the resurrection match today?" ?” Messages like this emerge in endlessly.

After half a month, a final list of the qualifiers was posted on the bulletin board and displayed to the whole school.

Among most of the list, there are sixty-five new elites represented by Han Jiangchen who is at the top of the list. They will represent the freshmen of Kunlun University and appear in the official competition in the near future.

And at the bottom of the list, the name written is: Chu Yunyi.