Global high martial arts: My martial arts is actively cultivated

The restrictive rules of the game, to a large extent, represent the strength of the new students.

The freshmen at the scene were excited.

If the academy gives you an opportunity, you must not let it go.

The original force surged under their feet, they used their body skills, and rushed towards the high platform scrambling to be the first.

According to Fengyulou's post.

Without Hei Yeyuan, Ning Chuan is only equivalent to Ji Hao and other top freshmen.

They were besieged by so many people.

Ning Chuan could not be his opponent.

Everyone has a chance to be the lucky one to defeat Ning Chuan!

Thousands of freshmen rushed to the bottom of the high platform first, and rushed upward along the stairs extending in all directions.

however.

To the surprise of many viewers.

On the high platform, Ning Chuan still sat firmly on the black throne alone, with a relaxed posture, his elbow resting on the armrest of a seat, and his right hand gently supporting his cheek.

His expression was full of calm and indifference.

It's like a boring king waiting for his courtiers to see him.

"Facing so many new students, isn't it a little too big?"

"It's probably expressing dissatisfaction with the senior management of the Martial Arts Academy!"

"Almost, anyone who is banned from a big killer will definitely be furious!"

Doubtful voices sounded one after another.

The heads of more than 200 freshmen appeared in Ning Chuan's sight.

These people are about to leave the ladder and jump onto the high platform.

at this time.

Ning Chuan's eyes froze, and he used the blood soul needle!

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the invisible spiritual force boiled up, came out through the body, condensed into hundreds of blood-red soul needles, and floated around him.

Each one is only about one finger long, thick and thin.

Senhan's breath permeated.

If Ning Chuan used the blood soul needle with all his strength, he could condense a soul needle with a length of more than one meter.

Quantities are severely limited, however.

Dozens at most.

Facing the current situation, it is not suitable.

not to mention.

A soul needle more than one meter long is enough to destroy newborn souls and cut off their vitality.

The referee will never ignore it.

huh, huh, huh...

If there was an inaudible sound of piercing through the air, hundreds of soul needles burst out.

Because it is hardly subject to air friction, the speed is astonishingly fast, like red lightning criss-crossing the void, dragging a bright red afterimage.

More than 200 freshmen who took the lead were shot between the eyebrows by the soul needle before they had time to react.

next moment.

Their bodies, as if they had received a unified order, were all stiff, and fell uncontrollably on the stairs, rolling and falling.

No one can put their feet on the high platform.

The blood soul needle of perfection!

The spiritual power of a veteran ace mecha master!

Combine the two.

Even if it's just a hair-thin soul needle, for these freshmen whose average realm is only at the third or fourth rank, the power is still terrifyingly strong and unbearable.

"what--!!"

Heart-piercing screams echoed throughout the auditorium.

The chandeliers above shook.

On the way of rolling, more than 200 freshmen who were hit by the soul needle came back to their senses, and they all hugged their heads and roared without thinking about getting up.

His face was distorted, ferocious and terrifying.

Obviously in great pain!

The referees who were floating in the air didn't have to worry about being trampled on. The freshmen on the stairs all stopped in unison and stopped climbing up.

"Ning Chuan has not only mastered Heiyeyuan."

"This... is the blood soul needle, pure spiritual power to attack martial arts!"

A dry voice sounded.

Among the freshmen, there are many well-informed people.

Hearing this, the freshmen on the stairs had strong fear flashing in their eyes, they all turned around and ran wildly, widening the distance from Ning Chuan.

Not that they have no courage.

The damage to the soul is far more serious than the damage to the body.

The latter, with the current medical technology of the Federation, even severed limbs can be cured as long as the limbs are not damaged too much.

But the soul is injured.

The hospital has no effective treatment at all.

Only through some precious spiritual items, slowly accumulating.

In the process, what is mainly relied on is actually the self-healing power of the soul.

Once the injury is too serious, it exceeds the scope of self-healing.

Injuries last a lifetime.

If one fails, the path of martial arts will be cut off directly.

in the blink of an eye.

Standing on the high platform in the center of Tenglong Auditorium, there is no one on the stairs.

Those freshmen who fell to the ground and screamed were also caught by the referee with force and sent to the sidelines.

After being checked by a divine general, Ning Chuan's shots were relatively restrained.

Those newborn souls were only slightly damaged and temporarily incapacitated.

After a month or two of training, you will be able to recover.

Countless lines of sight looked at the high platform.

There.

Ning Chuan was the only one who sat high on the throne, his eyes were indifferent, and he couldn't see emotions.

Chapter 213 Sorry, the staff was negligent again

"Old Zhou, what should we do?"

Tang Qianjun stared at Ning Chuan, and asked through the original force voice transmission.

The rules just made.

The boy on the throne can't be restrained at all!

"Don't ask me, I don't know either!"

Zhou Yang felt a little aggrieved.

He had the cheek to ban Heiyeyuan.

Even Ning Chuan couldn't get up!

Powerful, but also the basic law!

Zhou Yang resented the sound transmission, and said: "Didn't it be said that the cultivation of spiritual strength and martial arts is difficult! How come this kid has reached the realm of perfection in both disciplines!"

"Principal Zhou, I think that Ning Chuan has a high probability of mastering other perfect realms of mental strength and martial arts!"

Wu Guangzhi joined the conversation.

He is on the same level as Tang Qianjun and is the other vice president of the Martial Arts Academy.

At the same time, he is also the father of Wu Hanhai who threatened Ningchuan not long ago.

"Issue another restrictive rule, otherwise, none of these freshmen would dare to attack Ning Chuan!"

"Then who will say it?"

"Old Zhou, I really want to recommend myself, but you also know that the dean must come forward for such a big event!"

"I agree with Dean Tang's proposal!"

"You people fucking..."

Several high-level members of the Martial Arts Academy were discussing in secret.

After a while.

Zhou Yang stood up, coughed, and after attracting everyone's attention, he said, "The game is suspended first. Just now, due to another negligence of the staff, I was informed of the rules, and there was a mistake."

The words fall.