Technology Cultivation System

The dean of the Academy of Soul Arts announced the start of the second stage of the competition, and sat down cheerfully.

The headmaster snorted coldly, and said angrily: "You will save face for yourself, the three words of Soul Art Institute are louder than anything else."

"Principal, it's not my fault. Who told the students of our Soul Art Institute to work hard?"

"Hey! I said you are fat, and you are still panting!"

"Principal, principal, don't be angry, let Director An see the joke."

The dean of the Academy of Soul Arts quickly pulled An Jing to rescue him. He was really afraid that if the principal got angry, he would not be able to step down.

The headmaster rolled his eyes at the dean of the Soul Art Institute, then at An Jing, and didn't say much.

At this time, the virtual devices in the middle of the playing field had already been lowered, and a formation emerged, which happened to envelop all four people in the playing field.

This formation can prevent the four people from using their source qi during the competition, and it can also prevent the four people's soul power attacks from overflowing during the fight and hurting the students watching the battle.

The four of Meng Changkong sat in the four corners of the competition field, and the school distributed two soul power pills to each of them to restore their soul power.

The official game will be played in half an hour.

The students watching the battle watched the four of them sit cross-legged and began to recover their soul power, and they also started discussions in full swing, and even some people opened the market.

"Who do you think will get No.1?"

"I think it's God Meng! God Meng is handsome and powerful!"

Everyone glanced at the woman who spoke, little stars appeared in her eyes, and she was still wearing the clothes of Xinhuoshe, needless to say, everyone knew that she was a fan.

"I think Meng Changkong is a bit overwhelmed. His martial arts are indeed powerful, but human energy is limited. I don't believe that he can cultivate both soul arts and martial arts to such a perverted level by himself."

"agree!"

At this time, a student of the Soul Art Institute said: "I am very optimistic about that blind man. Although no one has seen him make a move, it is rumored that he once broke into a forbidden place by himself and killed more than a dozen originators of the Flying Fairyland. beast."

"There is no evidence for this. It may be the news from him. I think there is hope for Gu Wanlai. After all, the heritage of the Gu family is there. She should have a few cards in her hand."

The one who spoke was a lewd boy, who was ignored by everyone.

"Wait, did you find that Mubai? In my impression, he has always been at the bottom, how could he appear in the finals!"

"What impression do you have of him?"

A circle of people stared at Mubai and shook their heads, they really didn't have a deep impression of this person.

Some people's handicap ratio is also very inclined to Li Zhou, the ratio is 1:2, and even Mubai's ratio is higher than Meng Changkong's.

Meng Changkong's winning-losing ratio was 1:15, and Fu Shuyao and Tang Fei'er simply played around, and took out 20000 Yuan coins to beat Meng Changkong's No.1.

The three people on the subjective battle stage were not idle during the half hour of waiting.

The dean of the Academy of Soul Art became a little restless. He felt itchy in his heart. After a while, he couldn't help but said, "Principal, who do you think can win No.1 this time?"

The headmaster rolled his eyes at the dean of the Soul Art Institute. He naturally knew what the director of the Soul Art Institute had in mind. He just wanted to hear that the students of the Soul Art Institute would get No. 1.

You want to hear it, but I don't want to talk about it!

"I think so. Meng Changkong, a freshman, is very promising. After all, he is Li Tiandao's closed-door disciple."

Jing Jing, who was sitting on the sidelines and staring at the field, heard the principal's words, turned her head in surprise and nodded in agreement, and said, "I agree with the principal's words. Meng Changkong really has something."

The smile on the face of the dean of the Soul Art Academy froze, and he found a step and said, "Li Zhou of our academy is also very capable! Although he is blind, it is a good thing for the practice of Soul Art. It can make him concentrate on cultivation."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his voice and said: "I have fought against him in private, and he can win a hundred moves against me!"

"Although that Meng Changkong is Lao Li's closed disciple, he mainly cultivates martial arts, and he may not be that proficient in soul arts."

The principal curled his lips, thought for a moment and said, "Why don't we make a bet? If Li Zhou doesn't get the No.1 result, just give me your bottle of wine that has been stored for decades."

Hearing that there was wine to drink, Quiet also became interested.

"Then take me one too, and I'll press Meng Changkong to take No.1."

The dean of the Academy of Soul Arts did not expect the headmaster to take the idea of ​​the wine he kept. Now that wine has been discontinued for many years, and it is really impossible to buy it outside.

Seeing Jing Jing and the headmaster's confident appearance, the head of the Soul Art Institute gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! But...if Li Zhou gets No.1, what should we say?"

The principal shrugged and said, "Then I will turn a blind eye to your cheating this time."

Dean of the Soul Academy: "???"

Quiet's eyeballs rolled around twice and then said: "You can catch any fish in my lake, there is no limit."

Dean of the Soul Academy: "???"

You two put these empty gloves on white wolf!

Besides, who cares about catching your fish!I slap it down, and if one of the fish in your lake survives, I will lose!

But he only dared to spit out a few words in his heart, but he didn't dare to really say it.And he has absolute confidence in Li Zhou.

Li Zhou's trump card made him feel a little tricky, and dealing with these young people would probably be crushing!

"Okay, then it's settled."

……

Half an hour later, the game officially started.

Meng Changkong and Gu Wanlai quickly stood together. They are both members of the Xinhuo Society and have a good relationship, so it is the best choice to join forces first.

Li Zhou and Mubai looked a little embarrassed, Li Zhou usually didn't speak, and it was even more impossible to speak first at this time.

And Mubai glanced at the situation on the field, a little hesitant, if he asked to join forces with Li Zhou and was rejected, wouldn't that be a slap in the face?

Meng Changkong looked at the two people opposite him standing in two corners, and said with a smile, "Why don't you guys fight first? After the fight, come and fight with us two?"

Hearing Meng Changkong's words, Mubai saw that Li Zhou didn't respond, he gritted his teeth and said first, "Blind man, why don't we join forces first, clear them out and then decide the victory!"

Li Zhou frowned when he heard Mubai's words, then raised his hand, and a sword made of condensed soul power shot directly at Mubai.

Refuse without mercy!

Mubai's expression froze, his face darkened, and he mobilized his soul power to resist the soul sword.

"Blind man, you wait for me!"

Mubai cursed in his heart with angry eyes.

Just when Meng Changkong thought that Li Zhou was going to have a showdown with Mubai first, Li Zhou walked towards him directly.

A sword formed by condensing soul power appeared around Li Zhou's body, and the condensing speed was a bit faster than that of Meng Changkong.

Knowing that Li Zhou was after him, Meng Changkong turned his head and said to Gu Wan, "Be wary of that person named Mubai first, I'll try Li Zhou's method first."