[Douluo] Xue Ji Chuchen

The side hall of the Pope's Palace.

"His Majesty the Pope, are you looking for me?" Lan Chu was brought to the Pope's Palace by Ju Douluo early in the morning.

"Yes," Bibi Dong said straight to the point, "You are very talented. I hope you join Wuhundian Academy."

Lan Chu rolled his eyes, but did not answer Bibi Dong's question directly, "I'm not used to studying with teachers in the academy. I prefer to read books and practice by myself, and I have almost no opponents in the academy. It's not fun."

"What a loud tone," Bibi Dong showed an imperceptible smile.

"First, Wuhun Palace is the largest soul master organization in the mainland. If the book you want to read can't be found here, it can't be found anywhere else. There is no doubt about this."

"Second, in three days there will be the annual challenge of Wuhundian Academy. Since you claim to have no opponent, why don't you come to participate?"

Lan Chu stuck out his tongue and said, "Is there any difference?"

"If there is any difference, you have to try it yourself."

"Oh, sure," Lan Chu tilted his head and thought for a while, "I'm level 34 now, so let's do it this way. If you are below level 44, regardless of age, as long as you can beat me, I will join Wuhundian Academy."

A smile flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, and she said: "In the challenge, only soul masters with the same number of soul rings will compete, so your opponents will only be those below level 40."

"That's a problem with your competition system," Lan Chu said with a sly smile, "I'm not responsible for solving it."

"You enter the competition first and come to watch during the Soul Sect level competition. After the competition, you choose your opponent. Two rounds, level 45 or above."

"Your Majesty, you are not at any disadvantage with your calculation," Lan Chu nodded exaggeratedly, "As expected of the Pope."

"Thank you for the compliment."

As soon as the words came out, not only Ghost Ju Douluo but also Bibi Dong herself was stunned. Unknowingly, she actually made a little joke with the little girl in front of her.

The Challenge Competition of Wuhundian Academy is held once a year. The competition system is very simple. The order is determined by drawing lots. It is divided into three levels, level 20, level 30, and level 40. Students are divided into groups according to their levels. Only one winner is determined in each group. , those who win three games in a row can rest for two games. After two games, they will compete with the players standing on the field to decide whether to stay or go.

On the second day of the challenge, when Pope Bibi Dong’s figure appeared on the highest stage, the originally noisy stands were silent.

In previous years, the most people who appeared in the challenge were elders, and they were very rare. Who would have thought that the Pope would appear in the challenge. For a while, the participating students were already eager to try.

With the students eagerly waiting, the host announced the start of the competition.

One after another, the contestants stood on the stage in order, and the competition in the 30-level group began.

"The next one is the challenger, Lan Chu, and the challenger, Chi Feng."

When the list was released, the name Lan Chu had aroused the curiosity of many people. As soon as the host finished speaking, people were already talking quietly on the stage, and more people turned their heads and looked around, wondering about this contestant who did not belong to the academy. The reader is full of curiosity.

Everyone's eyes were dazzled when a black shadow fell from the stands, and a crisp voice sounded, "Lan Chu, please give me some advice."

Although there was no prescribed clothing for the challenge, Lan Chu, who was standing on the stage, was covered in black and most of his face was hidden under a wide hat. He was incompatible with the students on the stage and made the discussion on the stage intensify.

"is her?"

"Why are you dressed like this? You can't even see your face clearly."

Lan Chu had excellent ears, and the chatter on the stage naturally drifted into her ears. She simply raised her right hand, and her black cloak had already risen in the wind, and then fell to the edge of the ring.

Different from her long hair shawl in her spare time, Lan Chu in the ring wore a dark blue skirt and light clothes. Her long blue hair was simply tied up, with a few small braids hanging behind her ears.

The sunlight shines through little beams of light and hits the sky blue coat embroidered with silver thread, making her skin whiter and whiter, cold and noble.

"Wow." There were several exclamations from the stands.

On the other side of the stands, the flaming-haired boy laughed loudly and gently bumped into his partner, "Xie Yue, I said it was her."

"Who is who!"

Next to him, a girl with blond hair quickly came over. It was Hu Liena, Bibi Dong's direct disciple.

Putting her hand on Xie Yue's shoulder with a smile, Hu Liena was full of curiosity and shook Xie Yue excitedly, "Brother, is it her!"

Following her sister's hand, Xie Yue smiled and said, "Who is she?"

"It's who you've been thinking about these days," Hu Liena said confidently, "Don't think I can't tell."

After returning from the Star Dou Forest, Hu Liena discovered that her brother was acting strangely when Ghost Douluo or Ju Douluo were giving guidance to the three of them. He would often walk around during training breaks and stop talking.

The curious Hu Liena, after some "analysis" with Yan, concluded that her brother should want to ask someone, and it should be the apprentice of Elder Ju's friend, a girl who had a relationship with Yan.

The two people's "thief-headed" guesses were quite accurate. Xieyue, who was hesitant in the face of Ju Douluo, really wanted to ask about Lan Chu.

The usual training in the academy was very intensive. In her little free time, Xie Yue wanted to find Lan Chu, but she didn't know where to start. She wanted to ask Ju Douluo, but for some reason, she felt a little hesitant in her heart.

Yan had met Lan Chu once, so he was more teasing than curious about this matter. But Hu Liena is different. She has never met Lan Chu, and she knows that her brother is not only talented, but also one of the most handsome young men in terms of appearance and temperament. He "provokes" many girls in the academy and can make him She was quite curious about who her brother was attracted to at a glance.

The usually flamboyant silver-haired boy said nothing, looking at the bright and dazzling girl in blue in the distance, a slight blush crept onto his face.

In the arena, the competition has already begun.

"Chi Feng, martial soul black-horned rhino, level 37 attack-type soul master, please give me some advice."

"Lan Chu, martial soul holy bead, level 34 soul master, please give me some advice."

As soon as Lan Chu finished speaking, there was a burst of whispers on the viewing platform again. When Lan Chu released her martial soul, the three soul rings surrounding her body, one yellow and two purple, had already caused a stir on the stage. Uproar.

Amid the exclamations, Chi Feng was a little nervous, but he was still very confident.

"It's not a power attack type, and my level is higher than hers," Chi Feng thought to himself as he quickly rushed towards Lan Chu.

The martial soul was released, and armor-like gray-black covered his body. Chi Feng gathered his soul power and punched out.

Every punch of Chi Feng was wrapped in gray-black light, and he was fierce, but Lan Chu didn't use any soul skills at all. Chi Feng's attacks at this speed were really not worth mentioning to her. She moved slightly, and in the gray-black Traveling through the light with ease.

In a few steps, before Chi Feng could react, Lan Chu's body had already turned from Chi Feng's eyes to behind him like a loach.

Turning around and jumping up, Lan Chu placed his foot on the crook of Chi Feng's knee, half-pressing his knee. As his soul power gathered and dissipated, Chi Feng's right leg suddenly went weak and he knelt on the ground weakly.

After Lan Chu succeeded, he turned over and fell back to the original position, looking at his opponent who was kneeling on the ground with a smile.

Chi Feng, who was half-kneeling on the ground, raised his hands and stood up. His face was extremely ugly, his fists were clenched, and a roar spread throughout the arena, "The third soul skill, crack the ground."