Chapter 1299: Return to Heiyun to Teach

The head of Wuling Peak, the edge of the cliff.

Xiao Yi stood indifferently.

The gust of wind blowing in front of him made his clothes rattle, but the coldness in his eyes could not be blown away.

Beside him, Tong Ye looked suspiciously.

"Xiao Yi, what are you looking at?" Tong Ye asked suspiciously.

Xiao Yi shook his head, "What about you, what are you doing with me?"

Tong Ye sneered, "I'm afraid you can't get along with Brother Mo You and you're going to fight."

Xiao Yi's face was indifferent, "I want to come, you are not here to stop me."

"Of course." Tong Ye smiled, "If you want to fight, let's go together."

Xiao Yi shook his head and said nothing.

Tong Ye frowned, "You haven't told me what you are looking at."

Xiao Yi said indifferently, "Look at the mountains, the surrounding mountains."

"The head of Wuling Peak is not high enough, at least not as high as Tianzang Mountain."

"What's so beautiful about mountains?" Tong Ye pouted.

Xiao Yi still looked indifferent, "Two years ago, I saw the mountains here, and then I could only look up."

"Right now, I can't look down on it, but it's enough to look at it as an equal."

Xiao Yi's words were full of confidence.

"What the hell?" Tong Ye scratched his head, "Is it important to look at a mountain?"

Xiao Yi said nothing, turned and left.

...

a few days later.

It is still the vast area between the head of Wuling Peak and the Twelve Peaks of Tianzang.

It is still the huge competition platform.

Similarly, the surrounding seats were filled with elders and disciples from each team.

Today is the third and final round of the Hundred Courts' battle.

On the competition stage, it was still the three referees.

"The third round of the Battle of the Hundred Courts, the personal ranking battle..."

The three referees announced the rules loudly according to the rules.

This round is a personal competition among the disciples of each courtyard.

Its rules are no different from ordinary competitions.

But this round, everyone has a ranking.

The disciples of each courtyard will decide their own rankings.

At the same time, there will be a difference in points for the outcome of the competition.

The competition of the disciples of each academy, in addition to defeating their opponents to advance their rankings, they can also gain points for the academy.

These scores, including the scores in the second round, are the total scores of the entire Hundred Courts battle.

The strength of an academy cannot be represented by just one disciple.

The first round of elimination will test the individual level of each college.

The second round of team points battles tested the overall level of each college.

The third round is the confrontation between the winners after two rounds of fierce competition.

To put it simply, this round of competition is not only for individuals, but also for academies.

The third round is the final round.

After this round, not only the individual rankings will be determined; the rankings of each college will also be given based on the total score.

...

Not long after, the three referees' voices fell, and the rules of the third round were announced.

"For the first battle, please come to the stage."

The referee shouted loudly.

The rules of the third round of competition are no different from ordinary rules.

Academy disciples come to power, if they win, they stay, and if they lose, they fall.

On the black cloud teaching seat, Qinglin looked at Xiao Yi with a look of excitement, and said, "Xiao Yi, when are we going?"

"The first one will be at a disadvantage. I think when there is a good opponent on the stage, I will..."

Qing Lin hasn't finished speaking yet.

Whoosh... Xiao Yi beside him has disappeared in place in an instant.

On the competition stage, the three referees looked at Xiao Yi, "Do you want the first fight?"

Xiao Yi nodded.

The three referees looked at Xiao Yi and frowned.

For this disciple who caused a lot of criticism in the first round and did not fight in the second round, they felt a little inexplicable.

The most important thing is that this disciple used to be a disciple of the Tianzang Academy.

They have also seen the battle where Wang Yue was defeated by a sword two years ago.

After a lapse of two years, Wang Yue, whose cultivation base was far higher than him, is now far inferior to him.

At this time, Xiao Yi's question interrupted their thinking.

"I want to ask, what if no one takes the stage to fight?" Xiao Yi asked.

"That's cowardice." The three referees thought for a while and replied.

"According to the rules, all academies that win in the second round must go through the third round to give a ranking."

"If you don't fight, there will be no ranking."

Xiao Yi nodded.

The three referees smiled, "Why, are you so confident?"

Xiao Yi shook his head, "Not really, just asking."

In the surrounding spectator seats, a loud shout suddenly sounded, "Hmph, crazy."

"I'll meet you for a while."

Whoosh...a figure jumped onto the competition stage in an instant.

"It's Senior Brother Lin Bo from the Minghua Academy."

"I heard that Senior Brother Lin Bo's Minghuan Jue has already reached its peak. With all his cultivation, no one can beat him except the Chief Senior Brother Lin Miao."

Lin Bo took the stage and looked directly at Xiao Yi, "Hmph, Heiyun Xuejiao? I wanted to fight you a long time ago."

"Do you really think that you can be so defiant after defeating Shi Jingtao in the first round?"

"Is it true that there is no one in our five university palaces?"

Xiao Yi was silent.

The three referees looked at the two, "Is there any objection? If not, the competition will begin."

Fall with the words of the referee.

Chong…

A crisp sword cry suddenly sounded.

A cold white sword light flashed by.

Sword over.

Bang... With an explosion, a figure was instantly blasted out of the competition stage.

"So fast? How is it possible to instantly kill Senior Brother Lin Bo?"

Surrounded by exclamations.

Lin Bo has been knocked off the stage.

"Pfft." Lin Bo spurted out a mouthful of blood, and there was a scary sword mark on his chest.

"You..." Lin Bo pointed at Xiao Yi, and the next second, his eyes darkened and he fainted.

"Lin Bo." On the seat of the Ming Illusion Academy, a figure instantly flashed to Lin Bo's side.

It was Lin Miao.

Lin Miao took a look, and her face changed, "It's a serious injury. Even if I get treatment now, I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in the battles that follow."

Lin Miao gritted her teeth and looked at Xiao Yi coldly, "It's just a competition, why is it so hard."

Xiao Yi was silent, ignoring Lin Miao's cold eyes.

The three referees frowned and announced loudly, "Next."

"What a ruthless boy, I'll come and meet you for a while." A figure jumped out of the audience.

bang...

The person who came to the stage was an unusually burly man.

The man held a long black stick and knocked it hard, causing the ground to shake.

"Black Stone Stick, Tuoba Leifeng, Chief of Jiushan Academy."

The three referees glanced at the two and announced the start.

It was almost the moment when the words fell.

bang...

There was another explosion, and Tuoba Leifeng was blasted out of the competition stage with a stick.

When he fell to the ground, he was seriously injured and no longer able to fight.

For the next few minutes, there was only the usual 'bang' sound on the competition stage.

bang...

bang...

bang...

Under each explosion, a figure must be bombarded heavily.

Those who came to power, without exception, were instantly killed with a single sword.

At this time, the three referees frowned and looked at Xiao Yi, "Xiao Yi, you have already fought 8 games in a row. You can take a break and then fight again."

"No need." Xiao Yi shook his head.

"From now on, this martial arts platform will be taught by Heiyun."

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