"Second round of combination battle, third match, Yuling Academy Duan Ye Yin Fei wins!"

"The second round is over, Yu Ling has won two out of three, victory!"

"The third round of mixed combat will be held in half an hour. Each side will send 20 players to the field. Please prepare accordingly."

The emcee's voice was still so solemn and exciting.

"Victory! Come on Yuling!"

"Long live Yu Ling, I'll advance if I win one more game!"

"Haha, you Nanshan College is so pretentious, let's see how you die this time!"

"Yu Ling is so powerful. You can completely destroy Nanshan College for me in the third game. I will transfer to your school next year!"

The results of one draw and one win made the audience go completely crazy. Yu Ling's road to victory was only one step away. You can imagine the excitement in the hearts of those who support Yu Ling.

There are also many people who are not from Yuling Academy and have begun to cheer for Yuling. There are many reasons, but the main reason is... Nanshan Academy is a noble academy.

Hatred of the rich is at work...

"Instructor, we have completed the mission!" Suddenly, Duan Ye, Yin Fei and Fu Jing Fubo's faces finally became excited.

Looking at Ye Xiaole's eyes full of gratitude, this game couldn't help but be a test in Ye Xiaole's mouth, and it also proved how effective what the two learned was in actual combat. At the moment of victory, the two

As soon as I started, there was no doubt about the boring process of drawing and sheathing the sword.

On the contrary, they are now eager to practice thorngrass again.

"Haha, it's not bad. Although my hand paused when I drew the sword, the speed of drawing the sword was a bit slow, there was a sound of breaking wind, and the sword sheathing was not crisp enough..."

Ye Xiaole said seriously, but to some people it was not the same thing.

"Are you doing a good job? I think they have done a perfect job by bringing others down so badly."

Zhou Xinruo glanced at Ye Xiaole and said, "It's unfair." Everyone nodded. They couldn't find any fault with Duan Ye and Yin Fei's sword skills just now.

"I'm too lazy to tell you, a frog in a well, that's what I mean. You will understand in the future. I only want to say one thing: I have mastered this sword-drawing technique to the top and can kill heaven-level people in an instant." Ye Xiaole crossed his arms and said,

Looking up at the ceiling at 45 degrees, everyone seemed to suddenly see a person, his name was... Dongfang Bubai!

"Behead the Tianjie?" Looking at each other, Duan Ye and Yin Fei tightened the sword in their hands. They never doubted Ye Xiaole's words.

He said he can, of course he can! Why can't he do it now? He can only say that he has not reached that level!

Zhou Xinruo opened her mouth to retaliate and call herself a frog bastard, but when she saw someone leaning against the pillar, unable to hide the loneliness in his eyes, Zhou Xinruo didn't know why, but her heart suddenly trembled.

"He is actually very lonely..."

Zhou Xinruo suddenly wanted to understand this young boy thoroughly, and this curiosity grew bigger and bigger as time went by.

"Come here." Wu Tian hurriedly walked in from outside. As soon as he came in, he greeted everyone, and everyone quickly gathered around him.

"Because the matter is so important, I just asked the dean for instructions on the tactics for the third round, and now they have been decided." Looking around, Wu Tian said seriously.

Everyone's bodies tensed up, the third round was indeed of great importance, related to the fate of Yuling.

"What kind of tactics?" Ye Xiaole also looked over curiously. He wanted to see how shameless Old Man Xiao's tactics were.

"Well, the dean ordered us." As he said this, Wu Tian kept his eyes fixed on Ye Xiaole, making the latter feel uncomfortable for a while.
Chapter completed!