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"Crazy!" A series of clanging sounds like a cracked stone passed by, but no student vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Meng Pingsheng nodded with satisfaction, "You have adapted to this stage in just three months, which is not bad. The pass rate of this year's assessment should be greater than in previous years."

The students were overjoyed when they heard this and felt that they had great hope, and only Ou Chuyang was frowning.

It's already August. He still hasn't touched the bottleneck of the Sword Master. He has been in this realm for nearly half a year, which is very different from the previous upgrade speed. What's wrong with it...

He was struggling with his own problems. Ou Chuyang didn't know when Meng Pingsheng left. It was not until Murong Sheng and Qian Junxian called him several times before he woke him up.

"Ou Chuyang, come here quickly!"

Ou Chuyang got up and walked over, asking, "What's the matter?"

Murong Sheng replied with a quick look: "Today, I will decide the outcome with Qian Junxian. Please make a ruling."

In terms of boxing and kicking, Ou Chuyang is indeed the strongest among the more than 100 students present. Moreover, Murong Sheng and Qian Junxian both learned the grappling skills in his hands, so it is naturally the most suitable to ask him to be the referee.

"Oh, okay." Ou Chuyang did not refuse, drew his sword and drew a circle of five meters in diameter on the ground. "Using this circle as the boundary, even if you are thrown out of the circle, you will lose; if you slapped the ground and begged for mercy, you will lose; you must not use sword energy, nor attack the vital points under the eyes, and the violators will lose. You are ready, so start."

Murong Sheng twisted his neck left and right, stared at Qian Junxian and shouted: "Come on, today I will completely cut off your thoughts."

Qian Junxian moved his wrists and ankles and fought back without being outdone: "I'm so arrogant! Don't cry if you lose later."

More than a hundred students saw a good show happening, and they all surrounded the circle with great enthusiasm and cheered:

"Brother Murong, work harder! Brother is still waiting for your wedding wine."

"Brother Qian, don't be ruthless. I have prepared a celebration banquet for you. I will put down Murong Sheng in one move and go to drink!"

"Stop being slow, start fighting. I have been waiting for three months, just waiting to see today's good show."

Zhao Yihan stood aside with a expressionless face, not knowing what he thought.

Murong Sheng and Qian Junxian walked into the circle, stood opposite each other, staring at their opponents fiercely, and their momentum rose to their peak.

Ou Chuyang asked loudly, "Are you ready?"

"Okay!" the two shouted in unison.

"start!"

With Ou Chuyang's order, the two of them rushed towards their opponents at the same time.

Murong Sheng first used a move to "Rahan Crash the Bell", intending to hug Qian Junxian in the waist and throw him to the ground.

Qian Junxian clamped Murong Sheng's wrist with both hands and prepared to use a move of "to go with the flow" to push him away.

Murong Sheng was caught on his wrist and immediately used the "golden wire wrapping wrist" to prepare for counterattack.

Qian Junxian was not willing to let him succeed, so he immediately changed his tricks to "Taigong Banner" and prepared to separate Murong Sheng's hands and attack his middle gate.

Murong Sheng fought head-on and used the "Holding Yue in the Arms" to fight with Qian Junxian.

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Ou Chuyang nodded repeatedly when he saw this. These elite children of wealthy families have indeed good talent and understanding. In just three months, he has practiced the kung fu he taught to be as good as he wants and can adapt to changes and use it freely. This is not something that ordinary people can do.

The onlookers also shouted and watched it very happily.

Murong Sheng and Qian Junxian were equally matched, and they were hard to match, and they were very stalemate. Unlike the time when Ou Chuyang beat Park Jung-chang, the audience had not seen clearly what was going on, and Park Jung-chang was thrown to the ground one after another, without any confrontation.

Zhao Yihan always had a calm face and remained calm. She didn't know who she really hoped to win.

After more than a dozen rounds, Murong Sheng and Qian Junxian made almost the same moves, and their playing styles gradually began to become messy. After all, their practice time was too short, and they were far from being able to master it. After playing, they gradually forgot the routine and used instinctive means.

Murong Sheng suddenly fitted and pounced on him, hugging Qian Junxian.

Qian Junxian didn't know what move he was doing, and he was panicked and was crushed to the ground by Murong Sheng.

Murong Sheng was delighted, grabbed Qian Junxian's collar with his left hand, raised his right fist high, and prepared to smash it hard.

Qian Junxian was quick to learn, and he held Murong Sheng's fist with his left hand and stabbed Murong Sheng in the nose with a right fist.

Murong Sheng's eyes turned black, and blood in his nose and tears flowed.

Qian Junxian took the opportunity to overturn Murong Sheng to the ground, kicked him up, and kicked Murong Sheng's lower abdomen.

Murong Sheng was hit hard again, but he grinned and endured the pain, hugged Qian Junxian's foot, then twisted him hard, overturned him to the ground, then pounced on him and grabbed him hard according to his head.

Qian Junxian was caught with several bloody mouths on his face, and he was furious. He glanced at Kong'er and grabbed Murong Sheng's hair bun on his head, and pulled it hard.

"I'll go, your uncle! Qian Junxian, why are you pulling your hair like a woman?" Murong Sheng shouted angrily.

"You scratched me first, you are like a woman!" Qian Junxian retorted angrily.

The onlookers cheered loudly on the side.

"Don't stop, don't stop, fight quickly! No matter what tricks he is, it's a good move to win."

"Hurry, hurry up, don't let go, he's already at the edge of the circle, lift him out!"

When Murong Sheng and Qian Junxian heard this, they didn't care about any moves or moves. They were not a sissy, and they tried their best to twist them into a ball and roll around. They looked like two erotic boys fighting with each other.

"Hiss!" Qian Junxian's collar was torn a long hole.

"Ao!" Murong Sheng's hair was torn off.

"Oh!" Qian Junxian's ear was grabbed by Murong Sheng, and she burst into tears.

"Little Miscellaneous, you bite people!" Murong Sheng's right hand was bitten hard.

"Hahahaha!" A burst of laughter broke out on the sidelines.

Ou Chuyang was also funny. The two of them made real fire, and they used all their tricks regardless of their concern.

"Enough!" Zhao Yihan scolded with a pale face: "You two don't think they are embarrassed, I'm still embarrassed!"

Murong Sheng and Qian Junxian were stunned, stopped and looked at each other.

Behind Murong Sheng's hair was bleeding from his nose; Qian Junxian's clothes were not covered with blood, and his face was covered with bloodstains; there was no elegant image of a handsome young man, just like two shrews who were trolling in the street.

"You two have such virtues, don't come to see me in the future!" Zhao Yihan was extremely embarrassed and angry, and turned around and left. This is probably the most dull martial arts competition in history.

"Yihan, don't be angry." Murong Sheng and Qian Junxian hurriedly chased after him to stop Zhao Yihan, and then pointed at Ou Chuyang at the same time, "We didn't expect that the trouble would be like this. It was all caused by him!"
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