Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

Ling Luo's test number was in the center, and after about a cup of tea, he got the wooden card.

A line of words was engraved on the wooden sign: Holy Fire Hall, second-generation disciple, Fu Dong, second-rank martial spirit.

Second generation?

According to Xuanyuan Gu's meaning, the one who fought her should be the third generation of disciples who enrolled four years ago, and the second generation should be the senior brother who entered the same class as Yu eight years ago.

Also, this Fu Dong is a Tier [-] Martial Spirit, which has already surpassed the limit of the assessment!

Xuanyuan Gu announced loudly: "Okay, the lottery has been drawn, and I will follow the old man to the Great Martial Arena!"

"Wait a minute, teacher, I have a question." Ling Luo frowned slightly, and raised the wooden sign in his hand, "Why is my enemy a second-generation disciple, or a second-order martial spirit?"

Xuanyuan Gu narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up into a meaningful arc, and said: "Oh, this student, then your luck is really bad. I forgot to mention just now, there are some exceptions this year, except for not reaching the In addition to the third-generation disciples of Jie Wuling, there is also a second-generation disciple who seriously violated the academy's rules, Fu Dong from the Holy Fire Hall. If he can't beat you, he will be expelled from the academy, and he will never be able to do so again in this life. Go ahead and take the college entrance exam."

Ling Luo's complexion suddenly changed, and he stared at Xuanyuangu with burning eyes, and said, "Why do you want to add such an exception? Isn't this embarrassing for new students?"

"Hehe, it's just your bad luck." Xuanyuan Gu's voice was vaguely gloating, "Luck is also an important survival skill, and it's within the scope of our academy's investigation."

In the hall on the third floor of the Holy One Hall, more than 300 students all stared at Ling Luo with sympathetic eyes, and at the same time secretly rejoiced for their good luck.

And those candidates who had drawn the wooden card of the ninth-rank Great Martial Artist, compared with Ling Luo, immediately felt balanced.

Ling Luo's face darkened, there must be something wrong, from the impossible task in the second test to the deliberate difficulty in the third test, she suddenly felt that there was a huge black hand manipulating everything in the dark.

No!

She has to win!

Even if the opponent is a first-order martial spirit, he must not admit defeat!

She has won against such a high-level martial spirit as Chen Jiu, and this man named Fu Dong has nothing to be afraid of!

"Little Luo, don't be afraid, with me here, no matter what kind of ghost or monster your opponent is, I will spray him to death with a mouthful of dragon saliva!" The cheap dragon squatted on Ling Luo's shoulder, his red-black eyes squinted meanly up.

"Yeah!" Chunbai also stretched out her small white paws, and waved them in the air a few times to express her support.

Xuanyuan Gu stood on the high platform, a huge pattern formed on his hand, and a portal appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Three hundred examinees followed the chief examiner, entered the portal one by one, and all appeared in the martial arts arena.

The Great Martial Arena covers an extremely vast area, with a radius of [-] meters. It was built in the shape of the Colosseum in ancient times. The open space with a radius of [-] meters in the center is the battlefield of martial arts. The stands are the auditorium.

As soon as Ling Luo and other 300 people appeared, the auditorium surrounding them immediately recalled the roar of cheers like a tsunami.

Every four years, the Freshmen Fighting Competition will determine whether the freshmen and their friends will stay or stay. Who can stay in the Shengxiu Academy and rely on fighting strength to speak!