An alchemy furnace fell from the sky

Chapter 383 7-Star Martial Arts Competition

Upon hearing this, many eighth-grade students looked very unhappy. They were the elite selected from thousands to be able to enter the four great spiritual academies. Although they were not promoted to the ninth grade, even if they were eighth-grade cultivators, they would be well-known anywhere in the world. Now they were being called "waste", how could they not be angry!

However, as their skills were inferior to others, they were powerless to refute and could only silently brew their best offensive techniques in their hearts, waiting for the dean's order, and then immediately "smash" the techniques into the faces of those thieves.

"I know you hold grudges against the four great spiritual academies. I won't say anything about what happened back then, but as long as I am still the dean of Xuanwu Spiritual Academy, you can't do whatever you want here. If you have any grudges, just come to me. It has nothing to do with others."

Xie Tingzhu took a step forward, his tone resolute, as if he was ready to fight these seven people on his own.

"I've already said it, we Qilin don't want to bully the weak with our numbers. You Xuanwu can pick out seven people at random, and we'll have another 'Seven Stars Martial Competition'. If we lose, we'll just pack up and leave!" Tang Yuan said lightly, shaking his folding fan.

"Seven Stars Martial Arts Competition?"

Upon hearing this, several older Xuanwu monks frowned and their expressions became more solemn.

Most of the younger generation looked at each other in bewilderment, as no one knew what this "Seven Star Martial Arts Competition" was about.

However, Xu Fu had heard from Hu Wangshuo that the "Seven Star Martial Arts Competition" was an early competition between the five major spiritual academies. Before the demise of Qilin Spiritual Academy, it was held every seven years, with each academy sending seven students to participate. It was said that the cultivators from Qilin won the championship in the last few competitions.

However, this "Seven Star Martial Competition" has not been organized since the destruction of Qilin. Now that it has been brought up by Qilin monks, it sounds a bit ironic to those who are interested.

"What if you win?" an elderly Xuanwu monk suddenly asked.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Seeing the cautious look on the person's face, Tang Yuan laughed a few times, as if he had heard something very funny.

"As a dignified Xuanwu Upper Spiritual Academy, if the entire academy can't select a few decent masters, how can we still call it 'Upper Spiritual Academy'?"

"Do you want Xuanwu to change the name of the academy?"

"No no no."

Tang Yuan shook his head slightly, "I think that a spiritual academy that seeks fame and reputation has no need to exist!"

Everyone in Xuanwu was shocked when they heard this. Although they knew that the other party had ill intentions, they did not expect that their ambitions were so big. They actually wanted to subvert the entire Xuanwu Shangling Academy with the power of these seven people?

Xie Tingzhu's face was calm at this time, as if the other party's words were within his expectations.

"I wonder who Xuanwu is going to let take the lead?" Tang Yuan put away his folding fan, walked back a few steps, and asked loudly, with a tone that sounded as if there was no room for negotiation.

Xuanwu really had nothing to bargain for. Everyone understood that since the other party wanted to overthrow Xuanwu, how could they change their mind with just a few words? A battle today was inevitable.

After a moment of silence, someone immediately volunteered to take the lead.

"Everyone below the ninth rank has dispersed!"

Xie Tingzhu's words silenced the voices of all the students.

"Dean, even if we fight to the death..." a student shouted loudly, looking ready to die.

"Xuanwu doesn't need you to fight to the death!"

Before the student could finish, Xie Tingzhu interrupted him and said earnestly: "As long as you are alive, Xuanwu will still be here!"

Many students burst into tears upon hearing this, and even more secretly hated themselves for not practicing hard enough. If they could break through to the ninth rank, they could stand with the dean and the others today to fight against the enemy together, but now...

Soon, someone obeyed the dean's order and left using their skills. They did not enter any house in Xuanwu Shanglingyuan, but ran straight to the dense forest outside Xuanwu.

They understood what the dean said. Just as the dean said, as long as they are alive, Xuanwu will still be there!

The seven people from Qilin Shangling Academy didn't care at all about the departure of Xuanwu students, as if it was really as Tang Yuan said, they had no interest in "waste".

Soon, there were only a few people left on Xuanwu's side.

Apart from the dean Jie Tingzhu, there were only three people left, Xu, Wei and Shi. Even if Xu Fu and Bei Feng, who had refused to leave, were added, there were only six people in Xuanwu.

"Xu Fu, take them away quickly." Xie Tingzhu suddenly sent a message to Xu Fu.

"them?"

Xu Fu was stunned at first, then he realized that Jie Tingzhu was referring to Hu Wangshuo and Bai Yu.

"There is another exit to the west of Bingtian."

While Xu Fu was hesitating, Xie Tingzhu's voice came again.

"For a dignified Xuanwu Upper Spiritual Academy, they can't even find seven ninth-grade cultivators. This is simply ridiculous!"

A Qilin monk who looked quite strong sneered coldly and had walked to the front, looking like he was ready to attack first.

Jie Tingzhu strode forward, and after taking two steps, he suddenly had an idea and raised his head abruptly.

The others also sensed the fluctuations of spiritual power coming from the air and looked up.

A man suddenly fell from mid-air between the two gangs. After a loud bang, gravel, ice and snow flew everywhere.

Then a woman slowly stood up.

Just by looking at the woman's back, Xu Fu recognized that she was the Xuanwu goddess, Fu Yuan.

At this time, Fu Yuan was dressed in mourning, with his back to the Xuanwu group. He looked a little thin, but his aura was extremely imposing, which immediately overshadowed the aura of the Qilin group.

"Qilin Song Shushan, please give me some advice!"

Song Shushan was also shocked by Fu Yuan's momentum, and finally put away his contempt, and immediately clasped his fists and bowed. Although Qilin monks hated the four great spiritual academies, they still had some respect for those with strong cultivation.

Fu Yuan said nothing, and his face showed no emotion. But when he saw Song Shushan standing in front of him, he immediately moved.

There was another burst of flying sand and stones, and Fu Yuan had rushed in front of Song Shushan.

Without any greeting or courtesy, Fu Yuan's first move was a killing move.

Fu Yuan's right palm came out with a force as powerful as a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting. Even Song Shushan, who was good at boxing and kicking, did not dare to take it head-on. He turned quickly and dodged the palm. Almost at the same time, he punched straight at Fu Yuan's waist.

Fu Yuan seemed not to notice Song Shushan's fist and slapped him in the face.

Song Shushan quickly withdrew his attack and retreated, feeling very surprised.

From Fu Yuan's palm technique, Song Shushan could even sense the strong hatred contained in it. The opponent obviously wanted to "fight with his life". Coupled with Fu Yuan's outfit, Song Shushan even suspected that the little old man pierced by the iron spear was her father, otherwise where would such hatred come from?

However, when masters fight, victory or defeat is almost always determined by subtle details. Although Fu Yuan's palm technique is exquisite and powerful, in Song Shushan's eyes, he has a fatal weakness.

This woman's arms are too short!