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"Did Dugu Wubai really not come?"
On the boat in the building of Tiansheng Academy, Hua Wuxiu shook his head slightly and sighed. Looking at his appearance, he actually looked a bit regretful.
"Then Dugu Wubai must have a guilty conscience. How can he compare with you, Brother Hua?" Yu Shuangyan said.
Facing Hua Wuxiu, the indifference on her face disappeared, replaced by a look of admiration and admiration.
"That's right, that Dugu Wubai is just a silver pewter gun tip." Hua Shengjie also snorted coldly.
He subconsciously ignored that he had been defeated miserably in the hands of such a "silver pewter spearhead".
"Huh, that little bastard has a good idea. In this case, you can't destroy him." Hua Yuntao lowered his voice, looking a little angry and disappointed.
He also wanted Hua Wuxiu to completely destroy Ye Guchen in the five-academy competition.
Now that Ye Guchen is avoiding fighting, there is nothing they can do.
"I always feel that this Dugu Wubai is not someone who avoids fighting. He will definitely come." Hua Wuxiu thought with a dark light in his eyes.
Over at Sun Moon College, Shangguan Jingshen said with a sneer on his lips: "Didn't Dugu Wubai say he wanted to eliminate me? Why can't he see anyone now?"
"You're not really scared, are you?" Shangguan Yan's pretty eyes rolled around.
She also didn¡¯t quite believe that Ye Guchen would avoid fighting.
"Dugu Wubai shouldn't have that kind of character. He will definitely come." Jiang Fengmian had some judgment.
Over at Changhe Academy, Ouyang Fengyun shook his head lightly and said: "It seems that there is no chance to fight with him. We have not yet decided the winner with him in the ancient wasteland."
¡°That Dugu Wubai¡¯s tone is quite crazy, but I¡¯m afraid he¡¯s not your match, big brother.¡± Ouyang Tianji said with a sarcastic smile.
He hated Ye Guchen deeply, and he was very happy to see Ye Guchen's reputation be ruined.
On the Tianxian Academy side, Mu Xingzhu has some absolute confidence in Ye Guchen.
Gong Louyue was slightly dazed, still thinking about who the mysterious genius of the sword tomb was.
Now, all the five major colleges have arrived, and the atmosphere has reached its peak in an instant.
"Haha, Master Swordsman, it seems that our Tiansheng Academy has won the first place in this five-academy competition." Hua Yuntao said with a smile.
"Oh, are you so confident?" Master Jian stroked his snow-white beard with his hand, looking extremely calm.
"Do you still count on Dugu Wubai, but where is he now?" Hua Yuntao said tit for tat.
"You don't have to worry about this." Master Jian said calmly.
Feeling the strong smell of gunpowder in the words, the entire sword fighting square was also in a noisy manner.
There are still a few days left until the five-house competition officially begins.
? These few days are the time to register for the competition.
After all, not all college disciples will participate.
There are also some people who simply come to watch the battle.
And when the registration ends, those who have not registered will not be able to participate in the five-academy competition.
Of course, there is another condition that allows college disciples who have not signed up to participate in the competition to join.
But no one has ever used that condition.
"Hey, look, that's Ling Mo Shu, and he actually signed up?" Some warriors noticed Ling Mo Shu.
"Senior Brother Ling" Even some disciples of Shenya Academy were a little stunned.
They thought Ling Moshu was just here to watch the competition, but who would have thought that he would actually sign up to compete.
Master Jian took a deep look at Ling Mo Shu, with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.
"Oh, are you asking for humiliation?" When they saw Ling Mo Shu signing up, almost all the disciples of Tiansheng Academy showed disdain.
Hua Wuxiu didn't care at all. There was no existence of Ling Mo Shu in his eyes.
In his opinion, there is no need to worry about the defeat of his generals.
Time passes day by day, and the registration date is also terminated.
In the end, no one was waiting for Ye Guchen.
"The registration time is over, there is no hope at all. Even if Dugu Wubai comes now, he will not be able to participate in the five-academy competition." Many people were sighing.
Most of them are warriors from the casual cultivator camp.
As for the warriors from the five false saint families, they were all sarcastic and sarcastic.
Even here at Shenya Academy, many disciples are a little downcast and depressed.
 "Is there no other way?" Ling Moyin bit her lip.
She didn¡¯t think Ye Guchen would avoid fighting. It was probably because he was concentrating on practicing and thus lost track of time.
"No, there is another way" Xuan Lian said.
"What do you mean" Ling Moyin seemed to have thought of something, and her delicate body trembled.
But she immediately shook her head and said: "It's impossible, the conditions are too difficult."
"Oh, how do you know Brother Dugu wouldn't do that? He just likes to bring surprises to people." Xuan Lian smiled faintly.
Ling Moyin's face was slightly dull.
That condition has never appeared in the previous five-house competition.
Because no one would choose that way to participate in the Five Academy Competition.
That¡¯s looking for abuse!
As time went by, after the registration was completed, the competition between the five colleges finally officially kicked off.
And at the beginning of the competition between the five academies, two flying boats came across the sky, and on them stood a number of geniuses with masks on their faces and extraordinary aura.
"It's you swordsmen who are here!" some people shouted.
No one was actually surprised by the arrival of these swords.
After all, those who stand out in the five-house competition are all capable of competing for the position of sword master.
It is normal for these swordsmen to come over in advance to explore and feel out.
Standing on these two flying boats are naturally swords from the casual cultivator camp and the aristocratic family camp.
On a flying boat, Jianjiu stood out.
In addition, the Five of Swords, Seven of Swords, and Eleven of Swords that appeared before are all here.
In addition, there are two more people, one is Jian Shi, who is also from the casual cultivator camp.
The other man was dressed in gray robes, with a blood-red sword on his back and a grimace mask on his face.
It was the Jian Shisan who had briefly fought with Ye Guchen at the Sword Tomb before.
He is also the strongest swordsman in the casual cultivator camp.
"Little Thirteen, I heard that there was a mysterious prodigy who stepped into the land of Sword Tomb?" Jian Shiyi said.
"Yeah." Jian Shisan hummed indifferently, not saying much.
Jian Shiyi and others seemed to be used to Jian Shisan's distant and indifferent attitude and didn't mind.
Instead, Jian Wu shook his head and said, "Dugu Wubai did not come to compete. It seems that the champion of this five-academy competition will be Hua Wuxiu as expected."
They, the swordsmen from the casual cultivator camp, actually do not want Hua Wuxiu to win the championship.
The eyes under Jian Shisan¡¯s grimace mask flickered dimly.
He was the only one who had some suspicion that the mysterious genius of the Sword Tomb was most likely Ye Guchen.
But he didn't say it.
On the other side, Jianzi from the aristocratic family camp was also discussing.
"It seems that the champion this time is undoubtedly Hua Wuxiu." A swordsman in a blue shirt smiled lightly.
He is Jian Er. Among the swordsmen in the aristocratic family camp, his strength is second only to Jian Yi, also known as the sword leader.
Only this time, Jian Kui did not come.
"It seems that this battle for swords will be another one between our families." Jian Sanlang said with a smile. He was a young man with an iron mask and a strong back.
All in all, both these swordsmen and the more than 500,000 warriors present believe that the winner of this five-academy competition has almost been decided.
And it was at this moment that there was finally a trace of movement in the place where the Sword Tomb had been silent for a long time (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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