After Cultivating With the Enemy

"...The final assessment is a competition in the arena. The content of the competition is up to you to decide. Talismans, fairy arts, formations, and beast control are all acceptable. You need to choose three official disciples of Hongmeng Academy for the competition. Admission."

On the high platform carved with white jade, the deacon disciple in charge of the assessment is reading out the content of the assessment.

Under the stage, the incoming freshmen waiting for the assessment surrounded a circle.

"Chaoyun, that Jiang is looking at you again."

In the crowd, Ye Chenxing tugged at Ji Chaoyun's sleeve.Jiang Cheng, the chief examiner, sat at the front of the viewing booth, looking in their direction with a half-smile.

Ji Zhaoyun raised his eyes, and the two gazes separated instantly, and he withdrew his gaze lightly: "Don't worry about it."

Ye Chenxing opened his mouth, and wanted to persuade him again, but at this moment, the name of the first student who participated in the entrance examination was called out on the high platform.

As expected, it was Ji Chaoyun.

Under everyone's gaze, Ji Chaoyun jumped up and landed firmly on the high platform.

The deacon's disciple bowed to him and asked, "What competition do you want to choose?"

Ji Chaoyun said: "I want to compete in body skills. During the competition, you must not use any magic spells or magic tools. If your weapon falls or any part of your body leaves the Baiyu Platform, you will lose."

As soon as he said this, the deacon disciple's expression froze, and he subconsciously looked at Jiang Cheng who was in the audience.

Jiang Cheng made no secret of his ridicule: "You are not allowed to use fairy arts? Do you think that Hongmeng Academy's entrance examination is to fight in the mortal world? It really is a mortal ascending, and you can't get on the stage."

Ji Zhaoyun's expression remained unchanged: "In the previous rules, it was not mentioned that this cannot be done."

"Forget it, then don't regret it." Jiang Cheng tilted his head slightly, and said to the people beside him, "Go, Zhifei."

Behind him, a handsome young man stood up, tapped his toes, and landed lightly in front of Ji Zhaoyun.

Everyone was in an uproar.

As soon as Ji Chaoyun asked for a body test, many people present have already reacted.Most of the disciples of Hongmeng Academy were born with immortal books, so when it comes to immortal arts and Taoism, they are naturally much higher than their mortal cultivators who are real Sanxian.Judging only by swordsmanship and body skills, the chances of winning should be greater.

But Song Zhifei was sent by Jiangcheng.

This Song Zhifei, like them, ascended as a mortal, created his own Pokong Saber in the human world, and established a sect with this saber method, he is the founder of Pokongmen.

Needless to say, Song Zhifei's body skills.

Too impulsive.

For a while, everyone who knew about the conflict between Ji Chaoyun and Jiang Cheng thought so.

Hongmeng Academy has only been opened for a hundred years to recruit loose immortals. If Ji Chaoyun loses here, he will have to wait another hundred years to enroll.A hundred years is nothing to an immortal, but the journey to Hongmeng Mountain is extremely difficult. Who is willing to stop in front of the mountain gate of Hongmeng Academy?

But Ji Chaoyun didn't care about these, he turned his wrist, and a slender fairy sword appeared in his hand.The silver light on the fairy sword quickly faded, thus sealing the spiritual breath.

On the opposite side of him, Song Zhifei drew out the accompanying knife, and also withdrew the spiritual breath from the knife.

Song Zhifei looked at the sword in his hand, with regret in his eyes: "It's not easy to climb Hongmeng Mountain, why bother to provoke that dude."

"Provoke?" Ji Chaoyun repeated mockingly, as if he wanted to say something, but finally held back.He raised those dark and quiet eyes, and said lightly: "I have never provoked anyone."

"you……"

Ji Chaoyun bowed to Song Zhifei: "You don't need to say too much, let's start."

The golden gong sounded on the white jade platform, and Song Zhifei moved first.

The advantage of the Breaking Knife is that its moves are extremely fast, and the knife is like a dragon piercing through the air. There was a flash of cold light, and the blade was already close to Ji Chaoyun.That was an inevitable move.

But at that moment, Ji Chaoyun's figure suddenly turned around, and he turned around in a very neat posture, avoiding the oncoming knife.

A few strands of black hair fluttered to the ground under the blade, and Jiang Cheng's expression changed.

Song Zhifei didn't see clearly how the opponent dodged his moves, his eyebrows jumped instinctively, and the opponent's sword edge was coming with Ling Lie's sword force.Song Zhifei hastily blocked with the back of his saber, and the blades struck each other with a sharp sound, stirring on the white jade platform.

Ji Zhaoyun was thin and looked a little weak, but no one thought that his swordsmanship was so chilling and cold, and his moves were ruthless.

Although it was just a move back and forth, everyone present already had calculations in their hearts.

Song Zhifei was going to lose.

"Zheng-"

There was a loud noise from the Baiyutai, and a long knife flew out obliquely and rolled down the Baiyutai.

Before taking the stage, Ji Zhaoyun had set the rules. When a weapon lands, it is a loss.

The surrounding area of ​​Baiyu Terrace was silent, and after a while, thunderous cheers erupted suddenly.

Song Zhifei didn't have any strange expression on his face, he straightened up, and made a Taoist salute to Ji Chaoyun: "Your Immortal's physical skills are unfathomable, I'm convinced."

Ji Chaoyun: "Concession."

Song Zhifei jumped away from Baiyutai, Ji Chaoyun followed his leaving back and looked over, his eyes fell on Jiang Cheng: "Jiangcheng Immortal, are you coming?"

His voice was extremely soft, but it sounded deafening.Song Zhifei paused, and the cheers from the top and bottom of Baiyutai stopped.

In the silence, Ji Chaoyun looked at Jiang Cheng calmly, and said softly, "Do you want to fight me?"

"...You are talking about him?"

There is a tall building Qiongyu behind the Baiyu Terrace, covered by misty clouds and mist, the scene inside cannot be seen clearly.But if you look from the inside to the outside, you can have a panoramic view of the entire Baiyu Arena, which is the best viewing point.

Someone leaned behind the smoky curtain and took a sip from the glass wine cup at hand.

"That's right, Your Highness, it's that kid." The people around him quickly responded, "There are few people in the academy who can compare to Song Zhifei in terms of body skills. It seems that there are really two tricks to be able to defeat him so easily."

"No." The man put down the wine cup, just at this moment the tulle was blown away by the wind, revealing a pair of slender white hands with well-defined joints.

The man tapped the table with his fingertips, and said leisurely, "Song Zhifei didn't try his best."

"What? Did Song Zhifei release the water?"

"No way, I heard that Jiangcheng let go of the word yesterday, and he won't let that surnamed Ji step into the gate of the academy. How dare Song Zhifei under his nose—"

"Song Zhifei is an upright person, maybe he can't get used to Jiangcheng's bullying appearance?"

This person's words stirred up thousands of waves, and everyone in Qionglou was talking about it.

"Who said he let the water go?" The man raised his eyebrows and invisibly stopped the discussion, "I just said that Song Zhifei didn't do his best."

"Poking Knife is a deadly move. It is extremely hostile, and blood is bound to be seen when you use the knife. In a small arena, does he dare to fight a freshman with ten successes?" When he spoke, his tone was flat and lazy. After a pause, he sneered indifferently.

"Jiang Cheng, that idiot, played with a new kid, and played himself into it."

The Qionglou they are in is called Dengyun Tower, and it is the tallest building in Hongmeng Academy.

Dengyun Building has a wide field of vision and thousands of books inside, but it is not open to ordinary disciples.The only one who has the right to use the Dengyun Tower is the leader of the annual list of Hongmeng Academy.

And since 50 years ago, this place has been owned by one person.

The second prince of the Feng clan, Feng Qi.

Feng Qi entered school more than 50 years ago, went through a total of five competitions in the rankings, and won the first place every time.He is the only one who dares to call the tenth-ranked expert in Jiangcheng Academy——"Idiot".

Everyone didn't dare to answer this, and there was silence in Qionglou.

After a while, someone suddenly said, "Look, Jiang Cheng is on stage!"

"He actually wants to do it himself? It's useless to win, and even more embarrassing to lose. What does he think?"

"Don't worry, I just paid attention to it. It was the kid surnamed Ji who took the initiative to ask Jiangcheng to take the stage."

"What, isn't this asking for a dead end?"

While everyone was discussing, the golden gong sounded, and the battle in the arena resumed.

Looking down from the Dengyun Tower, two figures were fighting on the white jade platform, their movements were so fast that they could hardly be distinguished by naked eyes.

Feng Qi narrowed his eyes, and a look of interest gradually appeared in his eyes: "Who told you that the kid surnamed Ji tried his best?"

There was a loud bang on the white jade platform, and the two sides passed each other.Jiang Cheng staggered back a few steps, and the sword's edge sank into the ground before he stabilized his figure.

Upon closer inspection, a thin layer of cold sweat had already formed on his forehead.

Ji Chaoyun's sword was not yet closed, and he said in a low voice: "It's useless to entangle, you can't beat me."

"How, how is it possible..." Jiang Cheng's face was extremely gloomy.

He can't even beat a new kid?

There was silence around the arena, and all eyes seemed to stab him with cold rays.Unprecedented humiliation and unwillingness, following this piercing gaze, Jiang Cheng's eyes sank: "It's not certain who will win!"

A wisp of almost imperceptible spiritual power emerged from his fingertips and submerged into the long sword.Afterwards, Jiang Cheng's body rose into the air, and the sword's edge stabbed straight at Ji Chaoyun.

"It's all said—" Ji Zhaoyun was about to swing his sword to meet the sword's edge, at that moment, he instinctively noticed something, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

But it was too late, the swung sword could not be retracted, and the blades of the sword struck each other as expected.

Ji Zhaoyun took a few steps back before he let go of the weapon. His whole arm was so painful and numb from the shock that he almost lost consciousness for a moment.

Before Ji Chaoyun could think about why this person could suddenly reverse the situation, Jiang Cheng's last move had arrived.The sword's edge reflected the icy cold light, which was reflected in Ji Zhaoyun's eyes.

In an instant, an uncontrollable faint light flashed in the depths of Ji Zhaoyun's eyes.

He couldn't hold the sword——

to lose.

But at this moment, a ray of golden light suddenly flew obliquely from the crowd, and hit Jiang Cheng's sword impartially.

The sword edge was forced to deflect, and Ji Chaoyun didn't miss this opportunity.He raised his leg and swept out, kicking Jiang Cheng in the chest, sending him flying backwards.

Jiang Cheng rolled back a few feet, and hurriedly supported the edge of the Baiyu Terrace so that he didn't fall off the stage.

But most of his body is already outside the Baiyu Terrace.

Jiangcheng lost.

The surroundings were silent, Jiang Cheng's face was livid, and then quickly flushed red.He got up in embarrassment and shouted angrily: "Which bastard is it—"

"Cheating in a fight with a new school kid, Jiang Cheng, are you ashamed?"

A steady and clear voice sounded, Ji Zhaoyun was stunned, the blood on his face faded away, and he looked down the stage suddenly.

The crowd parted on both sides, and a person walked out like a stroll.

The visitor was wearing a light golden brocade robe, embroidered with a red gold phoenix pattern, which looked elegant and noble. It seemed a bit out of place in this Hongmeng Academy, where the cold cultivation is bitter and cold, and the uniforms of the disciples are uniform.

His eyebrows and eyes are very handsome, and there is a small dark red mole at the end of his slender eyes. When he raises his eyes so lazily, there is an invisible arrogance.

"Your position as chief examiner has come to an end." Feng Qi said, "I will tell the inspector hall to let them change, get out."

Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "Dead Phoenix, don't think—"

Feng Qi interrupted coldly: "Island Master Jiang, if you don't leave now, is it possible that you have to wait for the Immortal to go to Dufeng Island in person and explain everything to Island Master Jiang and his wife?"

Jiang Cheng's voice was choked in his throat, his face was flushed, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "Okay... I'll go!"

Jiang Cheng jumped off the Baiyu Terrace cursing, and the deacon disciple judged the situation and immediately announced that Ji Chaoyun had won another round.

But Ji Zhaoyun didn't care about these things, he fixed his eyes on Feng Qi, his blood-fade face was full of disbelief.

is it you?

"Xiaolong, good boy, I really should go."

"I don't want to leave either, but...sorry."

"I'll be back, Xiaolong, wait for me to come back and pick you up."

You... are back, right?

Ji Zhaoyun's lips moved, as if calling out a name in a low voice.But no one heard what he was saying, all the freshmen waiting for the assessment were cheering and celebrating Ji Zhaoyun's second consecutive victory.

Under the heated atmosphere, only Feng Qiruo felt something, and turned his head to look at him, with a bit of doubt in his eyes.

"...Your Ji Xianyou, there is one last competition left. Who do you want to compete with? You Xianyou Ji?"

Someone beside him was calling him, but Ji Zhaoyun didn't hear anything.He stared at Feng Qi, and his eyes traced the other's face almost greedily.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't seen this face, 200 years, 300 years, or even longer.

The long time was enough to blur all his memories. He stared blankly at the person in the audience, and didn't even notice when the restlessness and discussion in the audience stopped.

The people around Feng Qi backed away silently, only Ji Chaoyun and Feng Qi were left looking at each other quietly in front of the Baiyu platform.

After a while, Feng Qi spread his hands, as if feeling a little funny: "Why, do you want to fight me?"