The world's number one female killer: waste confuses the world

After some elimination, the remaining disciples should all be at least intermediate-level spiritual masters, and they can be regarded as rare young heroes in Fengyun Continent.Use Ruokan Novel Reader to read tens of thousands of novels, completely free of ads!

Therefore, for the consideration of a more reasonable selection mechanism, it is often the strong against the strong, and the weak against the weak.

Looking wildly, the princes of the major cars who were regarded as the most popular candidates to enter the backyard passed the first round of competition easily as expected. Consider Imperial College your bag.

"According to the school's practice, the second round of competition is a contest between those of equal strength."

Suo Wenming looked at the 25 outstanding disciples on the field, turned his head and said to Mu Liufeng next to him: [

"Teacher Mu, who are the top performers in the first round?"

"This one……"

Mu Liufeng's tone faltered a bit, and his expression became a little flickering. More importantly, Qing Kuang had vaguely smelled a hint of danger from Mu Liufeng's unnatural expression.

"Reporting to the principal, the best is the fifth group...Feng Qingkuang, it only took half a breath to paralyze the opponent, unable to stand up again..."

There was an uproar in the square.

"Then who is No.2!" Suo Wenming stared at the square with sharp eyes, and asked coldly with an accentuated tone.

"Yes... Fengyun Prince Ao Moli, it only took about one-twentieth of the time for a stick of incense... It also made the opponent..."

"The first group of the second round is Feng Qingkuang against Ao Moli!" Suo Wenming seemed to have no interest in how Ao Moli won, and ordered firmly.

Although he didn't say it clearly, including Qing Kuang himself, he could already clearly perceive that Principal Suo was very dissatisfied and angry with the cruel methods of his disciples.

"I disagree!"

Not a word was spoken.In the square, a gentle man's voice sounded. Although his attitude was firm, he still exuded a sense of elegance.

"Feng Qingkuang and Prince Fengyun are too far apart in level and strength, if they really fight, their lives will be in danger.

Benevolence and righteousness have always been the tenet of Slanta Imperial Academy. This is an internal selection of freshmen, not life and death. Principal Suo, this is absolutely impossible! "

Nangong Jinsheng wore a long sword on his waist, and said with a serious expression, walking up the steps while talking.

"If you want to determine your opponent, I would like to team up with Feng Qingkuang and learn his brilliant moves!"

"Benevolence and righteousness are the foundation... Hmph! Then, what about the one who cut off limbs in one move just now?

Although our Imperial Academy is kind, it is by no means weak. As a cold-blooded strong man, our Imperial Academy also gives him a place. As long as he can stand the test, why not be afraid of a strong opponent! "

Suo Wenming muttered to himself, but in his eyes, Feng Qing, who was always not looking directly at the audience, gave a wild glance.

Seeing this, Mu Liufeng gritted his teeth, and persuaded Suo Wenming: [

"Principal, let me speak bluntly, what the Seventh Prince of Nanzhao said is indeed reasonable! Besides, judging from the experience I have had with him, Feng Qingkuang is not only weak in strength, but even has very little spiritual potential. Absolutely not Ao Moli's opponent.

Let them fight, Feng Qingkuang can only die, the academy should protect the weak! "

Suo Wenming raised his hand and said:

"You two don't need to say more! Within the empire, the strong are respected, and between races, the strong prey on the flesh. Since the strong are cold-blooded, they must naturally abide by these natural laws!"