C273 Chu chen came
C273 Chu chen came
Vice Principal Yuan Cang was watching from afar, and beside him, there were a few other elder-class people.
And the inner court disciples were all watching from afar in groups of two or three.
The outer courtyard and inner court were completely independent, and the distance was very far. The outer courtyard was at the front of the mountain, and the inner court was at the back of the mountain, separated by tens of kilometers.
Normally, the disciples of the two academies were not allowed to cross borders, but during the Martial Competition, the disciples of the inner court were allowed to observe.
Hearing that this year's freshmen were very powerful, a group of inner court disciples came over to spectate.
"Is this the new student? He doesn't look that great, only a few little sisters who look pretty good. They'll be mine in the future."
"Hehe, it is indeed not much, and yet you say that Zuo Wudao is very powerful, and from the looks of it, he looks like a wooden person. It seems that he is not that powerful, and as for Chu Chen, he disappeared without a trace."
A few older students mocked her with arrogant expressions. Their boastful eyes searched the crowd for beautiful women's figures.
The group of freshmen stared angrily.
"Don't underestimate our outer court. Zuo Wudao, Chu Chen, are all very powerful existences, not weaker than your inner court."
"Yo, you're still not convinced? So what if I've underestimated you? Come and fight me if you can't accept it! I'll let you use one hand."
The older student was domineering, his tone arrogant. Facing new students, he had no respect whatsoever, and his attitude was haughty and aloof.
"You …" The freshman's face flushed red, becoming even more enraged.
This group of inner court disciples were simply too arrogant. Their words were wild and their tones were humiliating, but in front of absolute strength, they could only silently swallow their anger and didn't dare to retort.
"Just you wait, look at our new student's performance later, we will definitely shock all of you. If only Chu Chen was here, with his personality, he would probably explode out completely." A freshman thought to himself hatefully.
The Martial Meeting hadn't even officially begun, but the atmosphere had already reached the peak.
Watching from the side of the inner court disciples, the freshmen held their breaths. Next, they had to display their abilities well and let them see that the disciples of the outer court were not that bad off.
"It's been so long, and he still hasn't returned."
Bai Yuhan also came and stood in the middle of the crowd. Although he was already in the corner, he still attracted the attention of the crowd.
This was a proud daughter of heaven, a target of admiration that was rarely seen. Even if they saw her on a daily basis, they would never have the opportunity to interact so closely with her. The crowd felt as if their breathing had become heavier.
This group of hungry-like male disciples did not know that Bai Yuhan had come to this place for the sake of waiting for Chu Chen to appear.
"At that time, when he said his goodbyes, he said that he would cultivate well and prepare for this Martial Meeting. He should not have given up …" "Something must have happened …" Bai Yuhan could not help but let his imagination run wild.
Since Chu Chen did not come, everyone felt that it was a pity. This also caused Wu Shao to go and take a look, but he still had to continue.
Eight dueling platforms. According to the rules, eight people would come out first and draw lots.
"Wang Chen."
"Li Dafei …"
With shouts after shouts, everyone who had been selected went up on stage. The match began immediately, and all sorts of tricks were put in place for a time.
Although these disciples could not compare to Zuo Wudao and the others, if they could enter the top ten in the Martial Competition, they could still enter the inner court and even obtain Ninth Grade and Spirit Pill s.
Everyone carried a burst of force, and even if they couldn't enter the top ten, with the inner court disciples watching today, they couldn't lose face.
The disciples on stage all unleashed their powerful combat strength, fighting passionately.
"Come on, Chen Kong, come on!" Many disciples shouted out to encourage the decisive person.
The eight platforms competed at the same time, and their speed was extremely fast as well. From time to time, there would be people losing, and the victor had an expression of excitement on his face as he enjoyed the praise of countless people, as if he was the only one in the world.
"Tsk, that's the level of a freshman. It's too bad. It's so rotten."
"Yeah, I thought he was that powerful, but in the end, he came here for nothing."
The group of inner court disciples scoffed, their tones were full of disdain, and their faces full of ridicule.
However, it was not all of them. There was only a portion of those without martial arts training, and there were still some disciples that secretly praised them. This batch of new students' strength was quite good.
"Just you wait, in a while Han Feng, Zuo Wudao and the rest will fight, shocking the hell out of you."
The freshman was not convinced, as he said to himself hatefully. He wanted to say something to Chu Chen, but unfortunately, he did not come.
If this madman was present, it would be great. This group of arrogant inner court disciples would probably be embarrassed.
Soon, several hours had passed and dozens of people had already gone up on stage. As for the platform that had finished, lots of people continued to draw lots to choose their contestants.
"Han Feng!"
A quavering voice sounded out, causing everyone to look over. They only saw a disciple holding a lot of straws, looking extremely shocked.
"It's over, the one who actually drew is Han Feng."
"Is it my turn?" Han Feng took a big step forward, his body swaying as he directly arrived at the arena.
"He's so fast." The crowd was astonished. In a blink of an eye, the person below the stage came up to the stage.
"Seems like during the few months that he disappeared, he returned to the clan. With the guidance of the ancestor, his cultivation increased greatly, and this time, he should have come for revenge, but Chu Chen was not."
"Let's do it." Han Feng said tyrannically, completely not putting the other party in his eyes.
He only had one goal for this session of the Martial Competition, and that was Chu Chen.
But now, Chu Chen was not around, and he did not want to waste any time either.
"Alright, then I'll start first." The disciple he was battling gritted his teeth fiercely.
Although Han Feng lost to Chu Chen because the other party was too abnormal, his strength was still considered first-rate in the outer court.
Han Feng sneered as he punched horizontally into the air: "So weak." With a kick, he struck the other party squarely in the face. With a bang, the person landed on the battle stage.
Withdrawing his leg, Han Feng walked down the arena with a cold expression.
Immediately after, a deacon elder shouted, Stage 7: Han Feng wins, next round!
"So powerful, kicking Wu Sheng flying with a single kick. This cultivation, probably reached the third level of Spiritual Martial Stage, he's really strong."
"I heard from a grapevine that Chu Chen was definitely at the third level of Spiritual Martial Stage in the hundred different matches. No wonder Han Feng dared to come back."
Han Feng's performance was the most exciting match of the tournament, and he became the topic of discussion.
Even the group of inner court disciples who were clamoring had quietened down.
Han Feng's strength caused them to be shocked. Just now, the person he was fighting was a martial artist at the first level of the Spiritual Martial Stage, yet he was able to send flying with a single kick. Such a feat was not something that many people could accomplish.
After Han Feng's battle, they continued to compete.
Back then, when Zhamu Guotuo Feiyu and Xiahou of the Divine Wind Empire appeared in the teahouse, these two people also went on stage. Their cultivation were very strong and they easily defeated their opponents.
Following the end of the platform, another person drew a lot. When he saw the name written on it, he exclaimed in shock, "Chu Chen!"
His opponent was actually Chu Chen.
Although Chu Chen did not come back, the names of all the disciples of the outer courtyard would still be written on it.
Although he was shocked, he very quickly let out a sigh of relief. Chu Chen did not come back, which meant, he had won the battle and immediately levelled up.
"That's a good thing."
However, right at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from afar. The disciple instantly froze.
"I'm here!"
Everyone looked over at the same time and their eyes focused slightly.
"Chu Chen!"
"It's Chu Chen, he's back."
After the hundred battles at the Free City, he had already disappeared for a few months, and he didn't come at the start of this Martial Meeting either.
Everyone thought that he had given up, but they never thought that he would arrive at the last moment. If he was a step too late, after the announcement from the elders, even if he came, it would be useless.
"What a coincidence, he's finally back. I already said that Chu Chen will not give up." Fang Qu waved his fist, obviously very excited.
Pang Shan and Lion Devil were also very excited. Chu Chen's cultivation would definitely shine today, and this was what they were looking forward to.