Futian

Chapter 17 I am not convinced

When walking in the center of the martial arts arena for the rest of my life, the vast space became silent again.

Although he is only 15 years old, his explosive figure often makes people ignore his age.

He walked up to the array, and in a flash, his body was bathed in brilliant golden light. He was full of war and magic.

Metal senses, knowledge and power, the realm of martial arts and Taoism, and the realm of Dharma Master are all the eightfold realm of awakening, the ever-changing realm of Dharma and Martial Arts, both of which are in the same realm.

"Come out." The rest of my life pointed to the person who had just made a loud noise. The person's body trembled and his face was pale, but he was still stubborn and walked to the martial arts arena.

Talent, heaven and earth aura, perception, taste, realm and awakening are the eighth. But looking at the rest of his life standing opposite him, he has no confidence at all, and the whole person seems to have no momentum.

"Are you ready?" asked the rest of his life.

"All right." The man's voice trembled slightly. At the next moment, the martial arts arena trembled and walked towards the other side with huge steps for the rest of his life.

"War." The man on the opposite side shouted angrily, and his martial spirit was released and his teeth were clenched. But when the rest of his life was bathed in the golden light like the god of war, his gathered momentum turned out to be so fragile.

"Bang!" Everyone saw that the man's body was directly knocked out by the rest of his life. The rest of his life, bathed in golden glory, did not use any war techniques or magic, and used his body to slam a martial arts practitioner in the same situation.

"You, come out..." For the rest of his life, he pointed to the next person, the same person who had shouted to challenge Ye Futian. The person trembled and said, "I admit defeat."

"You should also stand up and show your talent." The elder beside the array in the martial arts arena glanced at the other side. He was a little dissatisfied and too spineless. However, the young man like the god of war was really too different.

Those who shouted to challenge Ye Futian before were extremely ugly. Won't this guy really challenge them all one by one?

If so, their debate will be completely destroyed.

"Ye Futian." They looked at the shameless guy angrily, and cheated them to stand up and run down to challenge the rest of their lives.

Ye Futian looked at all this with a smile and looked at the figure in the middle of the martial arts arena. This time, Qiu Wei is the real protagonist for the rest of his life.

Unsurprisingly, those who shouted to challenge Ye Futian were named one by one for the rest of their lives. There were several powerful people in the eightfold and even the nine-fold realms of martial arts. Under the relentless destruction of the rest of their lives, there was no chance to release the light.

They had been able to enter Qingzhou School Palace to become formal disciples. The reason for the delay was to perform more brilliantly in Qiuwei and next year's Chunwei, which is good for their future path. What's more, there are rumors that the most outstanding performers of Chunwei and Qiuwei each year have the chance to enter the palace leader's level figure Fayan and be accepted as closed disciples, so there are always some people who want to take chances.

Unfortunately, this time, it was completely reduced to a foil for the rest of life.

"It's just a monster," the people in the stands said to themselves.

Even General Qin Shuai of the Black Kylin Regiment looked at the rest of his life in a different way. This son was born with divine power, martial arts talent and mage talent. If he was a knight, it would definitely make the enemy cold.

"For the rest of my life, it's OK." Finally, Ye Futian shouted. After that, he walked back to his position, which made many people feel relieved.

Next, other people finally had the opportunity to perform, and gradually went to the center of the martial arts arena to release their talent and realm, as well as the debate. Although it was also wonderful, it was not as strong as the shock brought by the rest of his life.

As time went by, Murong Qiu became more and more wonderful until he came on the stage. After he came on the stage, he continuously challenged the high level people, defeated all the people who had awakened to the ninth level in the polemics, and then beat several disciples who had awakened to the eighth level in a crushing way.

He even looked at the side for the rest of his life, but he did not seem to be sure of winning. After all, he did not challenge the rest of his life.

Ye Futian noticed Murong Qiu's eyes. Of course, he could see that Murong Qiu also wanted to be the first in Qiu Wei this time. The rest of his life was his blocker. Only after defeating the rest of his life could he win the first in Qiu Wei steadily. However, Murong Qiu did not do so because he had no confidence.

"All of them are in the top two list of the literary examination, and the performance of the debate is also eye-catching, but the talent age and the rest of life are more advantageous. Qiu Wei is the first, and should be the rest of life." Ye Futian thought in his heart, patiently waiting for the end of this Qiu Wei.

The sun is setting in the west, but the crowd in the martial arts arena is not tired at all. Hundreds of disciples have shown their light. Although Hua Jieyu did not participate in the debate, he also came out to release his talent and realm. Seeing her face, people feel a little heartache. Don't really fall in love with that shameless person.

The debate finally came to an end.

The people's eyes slowly turned to the direction of the elders of Qingzhou School Palace in front of the martial arts arena. Next, when Leng Qingfeng, the leader of the Sword Pavilion, and Shi Zhong, the leader of the Tuxing Palace, decided on the outcome of the autumn festival, the autumn festival was over.

Leng Qingfeng and Shi Zhong seem to be discussing something. Someone nearby is recording it, apparently discussing the final result of Qiu Wei.

An elderly man next to Shi Zhong came out, took the recorded list and walked forward, looked at the young man in the martial arts arena, and slowly said: "As usual, the results of the literary examination and the performance of the polemics will be taken into account, and the list of the top list of the Qiuwei was born."

In the end, there will only be one list in Qiuwei, that is, the first list. In the same way as the article test, only the top three have specific rankings.

The top three of the Qiuwei Top List symbolize glory, and the people in the Top List will also be qualified to enter the second floor of the Library.

Everyone's eyes are looking forward to the future. Who will be the three most dazzling people in the list?

Ye Futian's eyes stared at the figure of the elderly in front of him, with bright light in his eyes. This autumn festival belongs to the rest of his life.

"Murong Qiu is the first in the first list." A voice came out at the moment, and the bright light in Ye Futian's eyes condensed there, and then became stunned and puzzled.

Murong Qiu?

Others were also surprised, but there was no special emotion. After all, Murong Qiu's state was the ninth level of awakening, and his performance was enough. He just felt that it was a pity for the rest of his life.

"The second place in the list, the rest of my life." The elder continued to announce.

"Why?" Just as the elder was ready to continue to announce, a voice interrupted him, and everyone looked at the speaker, who was Ye Futian.

The seniors who announced the list and the seniors of the Qingzhou School in front of them frowned. It was obviously impolite to interrupt the announcement at this time.

"Why is Murong Qiu the first and the second in the rest of his life?" Ye Futian asked.

"Unbridled." The elder who announced the list shouted, saying: "There is a reason why the list is established."

"I'm not convinced," said Ye Futian.

"Murong Qiu, seventeen years old, a native mage, is gifted with the nature of nature, and the ninth level of cultivation is awakening; the rest of his life, fifteen years old, has both martial arts and martial arts skills, and both martial arts talents and mage talents are the nature of nature. Compared with the two talents, it is obvious that the rest of his life is more outstanding. As far as the literary test is concerned, both of them are in the top two list, and are equal. However, Murong Qiu has no failure in the debate performance, and the rest of his life is the same. He swept the ninth level of return to the first level students with the eighth level of awakening, no matter where he is On the one hand, it can be seen at a glance why Murong Qiu is the top of the list. "

Ye Futian took a step forward, leaned forward in the direction of the teacher in front of Qingzhou School Palace, and said, "I hope you can consider carefully."

"This guy..." Qin Yimei looked at Ye Futian. Although she did not agree with the result, since Qingzhou School Palace had announced that Ye Futian stood up, wouldn't she question the owner of the Sword Pavilion and the local palace?

This guy is obviously very smart, but why is he so confused at the moment.

The outside disciples in the martial arts arena looked at Ye Futian one after another and talked in a low voice. Murong Qiu looked extremely cold and stared at Ye Futian.

The people on the stand also showed surprised expressions. Although they felt that the rest of their life was a pity, they did not expect that there would be disciples standing up and questioning in public.

"Shut up, do you know what you are doing?" The elder beside the array yelled. He appreciated Ye Futian very much, but it was because of his appreciation that he stopped this guy from being reckless. Young frivolous should also know how to behave.

Ye Futian certainly knows what he is doing, and he also knows that it may not be meaningful. This is not a rational act, but he still needs to stand up. If it is himself, he doesn't care, but this should be the glory of the rest of his life. Why should he be deprived because of a miscarriage of judgment?

Qiu Wei's top list is a comprehensive consideration. It is the ones he listed in the front row. As he said, none of the rest of his life is weak. Why did he lose to Murong Qiu?

Although there is not much difference between the top and the second, for Ye Futian, the glory of the top should belong to the rest of his life. Why should he be deprived?

"I know, but I don't believe it." The young man's eyes are full of stubbornness. He has never been so serious. Even if he is humiliated, he can ignore it, but he can't watch what belongs to the rest of his life be taken away without being indifferent.

"Fu Tian." For the rest of his life, he put his palm on Ye Futian's shoulder and shook his head at Ye Futian.

Ye Futian looked at him and shook his head seriously.

"Continue to announce the results of the list and cross out his name." Shi Zhong said coldly. Although the list may be questioned, it is not a big deal. After all, Murong Qiu performed well enough, but he did not expect that Ye Futian would come out and point out in public.

The person who announced the list nodded and looked at the third name on the list. Then, he jumped over the name and said, "Third on the list, Hua Jieyu."

Although Hua Jieyu did not participate in the debate, he was the second most gifted man in the literary test. His cultivation was the third place in Qiuwei. No one would doubt it. Of course, everyone guessed that the position should belong to the stubborn teenager.

"I'm still not convinced." Ye Futian's voice remained the same, but the person who announced the list continued to say his next name.

Therefore, this time, Qiuwei had a situation that had never happened before. When announcing the list of Qiuwei top players, there was a stubborn voice that always sounded in the martial arts arena.

For the rest of my life, I looked at the slightly thin back and held it tightly with both fists. The eyes with incomparable firmness were slightly red.

"Dong!" was a shock, and the rest of his life stepped out. No one could trample on the dignity of the youth in front of him, nor could Qingzhou School Palace!