Exchange student at Hogwarts

The two stopped chatting when they knew the referee came on the court, smiled at each other, and sat down cross-legged to wait for the referee's pre-match inspection.

"Ding~~~~" The jade chime sounded, and the game officially began.

Neither side rushed to take action, Liu Wenxuan spoke first: "Senior Brother Zhang, I have watched your first two games. To be honest, I should not be your opponent, but in order to find out some information for the senior sister behind me, I will still go all out. , please enlighten me." After he said that, the sleeves that had been gathered on his hands before hanging down were actually able to hang down to his feet.

"You're welcome, let's take action." Zhang Chen didn't hesitate. He drew his sword in his hand, picked up his Taoist robe and tucked it around his waist, and walked towards the opposite side.

Liu Wenxuan tapped his toes and waved his sleeves. In just a moment, two floating clouds and flying sleeves spun and jumped, forming a large afterimage. However, his true body had long since disappeared behind the flying sleeves, making it difficult to identify where he was.

Zhang Chen slowly walked to the center of the field, stopped, and watched silently as Liu Wenxuan waved his flying sleeves and kept flying up and down the field with him as the center. Zhang Chen thought that by giving Liu Wenxuan time, he could accelerate to the point where the flowing clouds and flying sleeves formed. A hemispheric cover was slowly compressed towards the center, but it was obvious that he overestimated the strength of his opponent. Liu Wenxuan's Liuyun Fei Shou only covered less than a quarter of the hemisphere and was already weak. He could only attack with this range. Zhang Chen pushed forward.

In fact, Liu Wenxuan's range is pretty good in the foundation-building stage, especially when dealing with sword cultivators. Generally, foundation-building sword cultivators have weak group attack capabilities. As long as one sword cannot hit the real body behind the sleeve, it will be attacked by flying sleeves from three or four directions. Attacking together, they fell into a situation where they couldn't take care of both sides.

Zhang Chen thought about it and realized that his swordsmanship did not have any particularly good way to deal with such elegant skills. He thrust the sword into the ground, reached out and pulled out the wand, and shouted: "Extreme Cold Ray" Dumbledore said. The powerful spell taught to him years ago finally had a chance to appear for the first time. This year, Zhang Chen was either practicing Lava Explosion or Ice Ray in the Room of Requirement, and he had already become proficient in this spell.

A pure white light instantly hit the center of Liu Yun's flying sleeves. At the moment of being hit, Liu Wenxuan and his flying sleeves instantly seemed to be immobilized. The gorgeous sleeves around him collapsed suddenly, and only a fluttering sleeve was visible. The flying ice sculpture stood alone in the air, paused, and then fell straight to the ground.

Before Zhang Chen could save him, the referee had already appeared below where Liu Wenxuan fell, reached out and gently caught his frozen body, and carefully placed it on the ground. After he stabilized himself, the referee hurriedly released his hands and rubbed them vigorously: "The temperature is so low. Western magic is indeed magical. Kunlun, Zhang Chen wins."

"Bah bang bang" bursts of applause came from the VIP seats behind him. Zhang Chen turned around. The person applauding was the handsome and suave Tianya Hai Pavilion Master: "The law is like lightning, the power of extreme cold, Professor Dumbledore taught A good student, my little disciple is convinced that he lost."

Next to him, Dumbledore also nodded with a smile: "Zhang is our most outstanding little wizard at Hogwarts. His magic level has surpassed many senior students."

"Ahem, Professor Dumbledore, at this time in the East, it should be said that it was a fluke. The scoundrels used clumsy methods to make the Fang family laugh. This is called humility. Do you know humility?" Zhang Chen corrected Old Deng with a black line on his face, obviously because he was afraid He talked nonsense and brought trouble upon himself.

"We still understand the differences between Eastern and Western cultures. There is no need for you to be such a monkey. Hurry up and get down after the competition. You must hurry up and start the next one. Don't occupy the latrine without shit." The old boss didn't know when He sprang out from behind, trying to smooth things over and driving Zhang Chen away from the place of right and wrong.

Zhang Chen got off the ring as he was told and walked towards the monastery in three steps at a time. The elders and disciples of various sects watching the battle all looked at him and were deeply surprised that he, a foundation-building disciple, could have such strength.

"You, a disciple, can compete with a monk in the early stage of the ordinary golden elixir. As expected of the Kunlun sect, you have a profound foundation." Xu Zhenjun also walked slowly over, obviously paying great attention to Zhang Chen's competition.

"People who are destined to be robbed always have to be a little unusual. We in Kunlun are just like this pervert. You have also seen that other disciples of his generation are still far behind him. They have all been eliminated, and he is the only one left at this moment. "The old boss said it bitterly, but his smiling expression still revealed the slightest bit of pride in his heart.

In today's competition, there were only more than 200 players left. All the competitions were over before noon. Zhang Chen's opponent for the next day was also announced. However, Liu Tong was still spying on intelligence in the martial arts arena, and Zhang Chen was not sure who would be his. His opponent didn't care, he just pushed past him.

It was less than three o'clock in the afternoon, and Zhang Chen was cultivating quietly in the monastery. The martial arts arena was already busy, but it had become a small cultivation market, with a large number of monks from various sects setting up stalls to exchange experiences and exchange knowledge. In the VIP table, several heads and Dumbledore were drinking tea and chatting. Harry sat bored and dozed off, while Hermione was holding a Potions book for next semester and working hard to preview her homework.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The Kunlun Mountain Protection Array suddenly made three loud noises. Its vibrations rippled thousands of miles through the space, and could also be felt here at the martial arts training ground.

"I mean, let's take a look." The head of Kunlun looked solemn and bowed. The yin and yang fish under his feet appeared and disappeared, and there was no trace of the person.

A moment later, just like how the Daomen entered the Kunlun Cave, two huge yin-yang fish opened and closed in mid-air, and the old master appeared in front of Yanwu Peak with a large group of people. Everyone present looked intently. The monk's robes were floating in the air. Among them was a huge lotus throne. Everyone on the seat was familiar. It was the leader and abbot of several major Buddhist sects.

"Masters, I haven't seen you for a long time. I don't know what you are doing here." On this occasion, Xu Zhenjun stepped forward without hesitation.

"Amitabha Buddha has preached from the upper realm, and our Buddhist sect must also participate in this Dragon Gate Trial." A skinny old monk walked out of the lotus platform in the middle. He looked haggard, as if he was about to return to the west. Unfortunately, this monk has been like this for more than three hundred years. , if he really passed away one day, everyone in the Taoist sect would have to celebrate with a flowing water banquet for three days.

"Abbot Yukong, you have such a strong tone! The Dragon Gate Trial has already begun. You are late." Before Xu Zhenjun could say anything, a middle-aged Taoist who looked very ordinary stood up at the VIP table. As he stepped forward, his whole body was filled with tears. The sharp sword intent that soars to the sky slowly emerges from the top and bottom, and the seemingly ordinary man before turns out to be a peerless swordsman.

"The grievances between our Buddhist sect and your leader Quanzhen Ye will be resolved later. Our Buddhist sect will definitely participate in this Dragon Sect test. I also ask Xu Zhenjun to show your noble hand."

"Haha, what's the point of me being so noble? Principal Dumbledore may not agree to it. How unseemly is it to send a bunch of monks to go to someone else's school?" Xu Zhenjun spoke sharply and directly used Dumbledore as a shield.

"Professor Deng, I can tell you clearly that the Demon Sect has already established a connection with Voldemort in the West. We want to help him resurrect and gain power. My Buddhist skills have a miraculous effect on restraining the remnants of the Demon Sect. I hope Professor Deng will consider it more." We only want to fight against the demonic sect. If the person selected in this Longmen trial is not from our Buddhist sect, we, our Buddhist sect, are willing to teach him the Buddhist Tao-protecting magic skills Tathagata Palm and Nine-turn Yuan Gong, in order to wish him to punish evil, promote good, and eliminate disaster. "Abbot Yukong's face was serious, and he looked like he was swearing, which made everyone present murmur in their hearts.