Extreme Emperor Soul

  Bing Yu raised his hand to stop the noisy students and opened his mouth with a serious face: "The strength of this time's top four is very strong, and the champion basically belongs to the low-level spirit master Guo Xiang. The runner-up is the initial stage spirit master Lu Fei, they are both war sword soul spirits, and there is one who is similar to Su Qingchen, this year's dark horse, eighth-level spirit master, soul spirit war hammer."

  Bing Yu's words made everyone fall silent, no wonder the top three of each session are always from the noble class, their strength is indeed so powerful. Guo Xiang is actually a low-level spirit master, this strength is too powerful, no wonder our class beauty Yin Ting lost.

  Everyone was discussing the game rewards and Guo Xiang Lu Fei, but Su Qingchen, who was involved in the matter, lowered his head to eat his food. He was originally very hungry, and at first, he was careful about his image, chewing slowly, wanting to leave a good impression on Yin Ting.

  After saying that, Yin Ting fell into deep thought, her face alternately flushing and turning cold, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking. In the end, Su Qingchen stopped caring and started devouring the delicious dishes on the table.

  Just now, Bing Yu's few words made all the young people at the table start discussing, and no one paid attention to the dishes on the table anymore. It was convenient for him, except that the low-ranking Qing Huan soul technique made Su Qingchen pause slightly when eating duck neck, but in fact, he was devouring food frantically like a child who had not eaten for a hundred years, extremely hungry.

  Su Qingchen's reflection made Bing Yu slightly surprised, did these rewards have no temptation for him, or had he already given up on the competition? Suddenly, he found himself more and more unable to fathom the young man in front of him, the shock he brought to himself was getting bigger and bigger, and he didn't know how many more surprises he could bring.

  Watching Su Qingchen devour his food, the icy face actually revealed a hint of a smile. Even Bing Yu herself didn't expect that there would be a day when she'd see this little pervert laugh out loud, and now she's wondering if she can still bring herself to hurt him?

  After dinner, the match time was approaching. Since he planned to let Su Qingchen give up this match, Bing Yu didn't urge the students in a hurry. Looking at the laughing students, Bing Yu also felt that he had returned to his student days many years ago.

  When a group of people arrived at the venue, they saw countless people surrounding the venue, and the lively scene was extremely spectacular. With one loud shout after another, it stirred up the desire to join in the excitement.

  Su Qingchen was pulled into the crowd by Wang Xing and others, desperately squeezed for half a day, finally squeezing to the front, all the way receiving countless people's white eyes, they have entered a state of thick-skinnedness that forgets oneself, not caring about other people's gaze.

  When they looked up at the stage, Wang Xing and others were instantly stunned, and their hearts simultaneously popped out of surprise that it was no wonder that the more crowded the better, as it turned out that the competition had already ended.

  Even if Su Qingchen's face was thick enough, her face was red at this time, too embarrassing, and following Wang Xing and others was even more embarrassing. It's better to follow Zhang Long behind, don't know where this little broken dragon has gone recently. Haven't seen him for several days, but still miss him.

  Su Qingchen's cultivation had broken through three levels, and he had long wanted to find Zhang Long to try out his hand, test his attacking power, and incidentally hone his combination skills to perfect them. Twice on the field, he almost got injured by his opponent, and he couldn't take the competition as a joke anymore, he had to be serious, especially in the upcoming match against Guo Zixiang.

  Thinking of Guozi Xiang, Su Qingchen's face slightly furrowed, remembering the promise he made to Yin Ting. This was his first promise to a girl, and he couldn't afford to break it, or his reputation would be completely ruined. However, when it came to that low-ranking spiritual realm Guozi Xiang, he had no confidence, and even doubted himself.

  His mood suddenly became depressed, and at this time, Su Qingchen found that he couldn't concentrate his mind to rehearse the attack mode in his brain. The more he couldn't focus, the more Su Qingchen wanted to withdraw his mind, feeling someone patting himself, Su Qingchen didn't want to care about it either, just wanting to quietly enter a state, to prepare for the upcoming match.

  Half a second later, Su Qingchen felt his butt hurt, and then his head hit the hard surface. He opened his eyes to find himself lying on the platform like a turtle. A burst of laughter came from below, and after touching his head, Su Qingchen stood up. When he saw Potian Xiang smiling at him from across the way, he realized what had happened. Turning around, he glared angrily at Wang Xing below.

  Wang Xing and others were terrified, wanting to retreat several steps back, but found that there was no way to retreat, and could only show an awkward and innocent expression, waving their hands in front of them non-stop, which made the surrounding crowd even more amused.

  Su Qingchen was so angry that he wanted to jump off the stage and beat up Wang Xing and others, but unfortunately, he heard a middle-aged man announce the start of the competition from under the stage. Putting aside his gloomy mood, Su Qingchen's soul suddenly turned around, and when he saw Guo Zixiang making a please gesture, his anger soared.

  Su Qingchen grasped his soul, pointing at the pot-like Zhao, and angrily said: "You freaky pot, when competing with beauties you're so ruthless, but when competing with me, you're like a shy little girl. Is there something wrong with your brain? What are you looking at? You keep staring at me with wide eyes, I know I'm handsome, but you don't have to look at me like that. Let me tell you clearly, I'm not into men, if you want to fight me, be careful, or I'll blow up your butt."

  Su Qingchen's string of curses not only scolded the foolish Potian Xiang, but also plunged a group of spectators in the audience into deep thought, each wondering what Su Qingchen was cursing about.

  The pot suddenly stiffened, he had received good education since childhood and had never been scolded by anyone, not even understanding what Su Qingchen was cursing about. As he prepared to ask for the meaning, a small sword suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, muttering: "Not good."

  The pot lid soared with a swift and decisive movement, absorbing the soul energy in the air while pushing forward with his right hand, borrowing momentum to rapidly retreat several steps back, dodging Su Qingchen's sudden strike.

  Su Qing's figure paused in mid-air, and the wind around her changed direction. The sword spirit pointed straight at Guozi Xiang's head, moving with a speed like the wind. The sword spirit had already touched Guozi Xiang's skin, but a three-colored longsword suddenly appeared out of nowhere, blocking the small sword spirit and preventing it from advancing any further.

  Su Qing quickly retreated several steps, intending to use the brief moment of Kong Zhong's stunned state to launch a sneak attack with Assassinating Wind and gain an advantage at the start, then continuously attacking to make him flustered, waiting for an opportunity to land his strongest hit and take down the match.

  Imagination is always so beautiful, reality is always so cruel. After pulling away, Su Qingchen and Guo Xiang stared at each other, neither making the first move, as if waiting for something. A moment later, a hint of ferocity flashed in Guo Xiang's eyes, and his right hand swung into action. The Sword Spirit, accompanied by three-colored light, slashed towards the sky.