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The representatives of the Fourth Avenue were all silent.

dare not answer.

"Yiqing, I heard that in the past ten years, the enrollment situation of the Dance Academy has not been ideal."

No one was following him, and the real person in Chipao could only say that he was a graduate of the Dance Academy, and now he is still a teacher there.

As his junior, Bian Yiqing could only nod with a wry smile.

"Yes, not only in the last ten years, but in the past thirty years, the number of freshmen enrolled in our Dance Academy is at the bottom of the Big Four."

"As a Taoist teacher, I am also very worried about this. I have been thinking about how to improve this situation."

"Oh, what does the real person think?"

It's still very good, and the real person in Chipao glanced at the side with satisfaction, and then pointed to Chen Mobai and Yang Jing on the ring.

"Among the two, if Yang Jing wins, her score is enough to enter the Fourth Avenue Academy. Do you think she will choose the Dance Academy?"

"probably not."

Bian Yiqing frowned and shook his head.

The dark spiritual root is extremely rare, and there are not many exercises that can be practiced, but it is just suitable for practicing one of the "Six Imperial Classics" and a mysterious art evolved from "Chen Tong Qi".

But if Yangjing wins the championship and can freely choose to enter the Fourth Avenue Academy, 90% of them will choose Kunpeng Taoist Academy.

"What if Chen Mobai wins?"

"Didn't the real person ask him before, his first choice is Jumang Daoyuan, and his second choice is Butian Daoyuan."

"But he can't get into these two Taoist academies. Jumang already has Tianling roots, and Butian attaches great importance to liberal arts achievements."

"What does the real person teach? I just listen."

The representatives of the Taoist Academy have basically guessed the meaning of the words of the real person of Chipao, but no one dared to break it. As a junior, Bian Yiqing can only nod with a wry smile.

"A large number of people can be powerful. Although the Fourth Avenue Academy has a profound background, the few new students who have been enrolled in the mere 30 years will not affect the overall situation of the Dance Academy. However, if the threshold can be lowered a little, it can recruit promising students such as Chen Mobai. , maybe it will capture a true seed that will affect the overall situation of Xianmen in the future."

The meaning of the real person in Chipao is very clear. If Chen Mobai wins the championship, the Dance Academy will lower the threshold of the score line, and will win this battle.

"This... Is the real person going to use his quota to walk him?"

Bian Yiqing asked cautiously, if Daoist Chipao used this privilege, let alone him, even the headmaster of the Dance Academy could only nod his head.

"That's not true. Although I think this kid will definitely be extraordinary in the future, I'm still a little reluctant to let me use this quota on him."

The real person in red robe shook his head, and he understood what he meant.

I just wanted to stand and send Chen Mobai to the Dance Academy.

"I think what the real person said makes sense, but I'm afraid that if I open a hole here, it will spread to other caves."

Bian Yiqing spoke politely.

The Fourth Avenue Academy has reached a tacit understanding. Although Xianmen requires a wide opening, they still have to strictly implement the high-standard entrance examination to ensure that students who can enter the four majors are all Taoists with unparalleled talents.

If Bian Yiqing lowered the admission score for the Dance Academy in Danxia City, other students from Dongtianfudi would naturally be able to ask the representatives there to lower the threshold.

Bian Yiqing could not bear such consequences.

"Isn't Xianmen asking you to lower the threshold of the four majors this year, at least one from each cave? You can completely push the pot on the heads of the three major halls of Xianmen."

Bian Yiqing did not dare to answer the words of the real person in Chipao, but not everyone dared to let Xianmen take the blame.

"I'll ask for instructions."

In the end, Bian Yiqing was persuaded by the real person Chipao.

Originally, he planned that Chen Mobai would not be admitted if he won the championship, but now for this matter, he edited the entrance examination situation in Danxia City into a document on the spot and sent it to the director of the admissions office of this year's Dance Academy.

"I also think the words of the real person are very reasonable. If Brother Bian is in a difficult situation, why don't you give this child to our Kunpeng Taoist Academy."

At this moment, Lan Haitian, who had been listening, suddenly said something that shocked everyone.

"What do you mean?"

The representative of Butian Daoyuan didn't respond a bit. Didn't you just say that this is an excuse not to recruit someone?

"This child has a bit of fate with me, and his talent for fighting is really good. With a little training, he may become the second me."

Lan Haitian's remarks are already highly praised.

He is known as the first person to build a foundation in the Immortal Sect. Maybe the probability of forming an elixir may not be as good as Yan Qiongzhi, but in terms of fighting skills, he is the undisputed strongest.

If Chen Mobai can really have his invincible fighting style, he can indeed make an exception.

After all, although Xianmen is peaceful, every once in a while, wars are opened up. If you want to protect the disciples of the Taoist Academy, there must be no shortage of geniuses who protect the law.

"This…"

The representative of the Heaven Repairing Academy hesitated.

Shang Qing of the Jumang Taoist Academy is the old god, she has a spiritual root, and she is not a genius in fighting skills.

"Oh, it's finally starting."

At this time, the representative of Chunyang Academy suddenly spoke.

On the arena, after Chen Mobai and Yang Jing agreed to a duel purely by magic, they started the last match of this fight.

A cold breath.

Chen Mobai waved his long sleeves, and droplets of clear water splashed out, and then they were frozen into ice needles. King's whole body.

Winter winter!

A clear sound of rain hitting the bananas sounded, and all the ice needles brushed Yang Jing's body within a millimeter, and the outline of his body was traced on the ring behind her feet.

"what?"

Chen Mobai was surprised by his origin. He was very sure that he had already used his spiritual sense to aim, and this kind of human body stroke should not occur.

And at this time, Yang Jing also shot, her right hand raised five fingers, wisps of dark smoke rose from the palms of her fingers, turned into black knives, and shot towards Chen Mobai. .

Whoa!

The water element cover moved under stress, blocking the front of the four black knives.

But at this time, Chen Mobai's consciousness suddenly fluctuated, a blue vein appeared on his forehead, his complexion changed slightly, and his body moved to the right.

"Wipe"!

A small black knife slashed across his cheek, incising a small wound, with blood oozing out.

This is the first time Chen Mobai has been injured since he participated in the fight.

"Is it a hallucination? Or did you manipulate the light?"

Reaching out and touching the wound on his cheek, Chen Mobai recalled the situation just now. If it wasn't for his breakthrough in consciousness, he might have lost at that moment.

But Yang Jing didn't answer at all.

She smiled and held her right hand vacantly, and a puff of black smoke emerged from her palm, condensing into a pitch-black long sword nearly two meters long and **** wide.

In an instant, she stretched nearly half of the arena and stepped in front of Chen Mobai.

"So fast!"

When Chen Mobai saw it, the pitch-black sword was already on his neck.