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But it doesn't matter, it's just a small anomaly!

　　Tang San smiled confidently, as if he held a pearl of wisdom in his hand.

　　The Tang family has the best timing, location and people, so Feilong can't lose!

　　…

　　Donghai College, back mountain.

　　Under a big banyan tree, Lin Xuan looked at the howling typhoon and pouring rain outside, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

　　"Who has violated the law of heaven? It's so horrible."

　　"boom!!!"

　　A bolt of lightning exploded in the air, and the white lightning illuminated the entire black sky.

　　"I'm under a tree, I won't be struck by lightning, right?"

　　Lin Xuan shuddered.

　　As everyone knows, you can't hide under a tree on a rainy day. If the rain hadn't come so suddenly, he wouldn't have hidden here.

　　"Snap! Snap!"

　　The raindrops hit the leaves with a series of flapping sounds. The violent typhoon was like an evil ghost in the rain, wantonly destroying the world under the rain.

　　On the grass not far away, countless green grasses were bent to the ground by the violent devil of wind, but they were never blown off. When the strong wind passed, they immediately recovered and stood tall in the rainstorm.

　　"Strong winds test strong grass, fierce fire tests true gold!"

　　Lin Xuan murmured softly.

　　He couldn't help but think of a proverb from his previous life: Although the grass is not as tall as a big tree, it has a unique resilience.

　　Heavy rain cannot drop its leaves, strong wind cannot break its waist!

　　Lin Xuan looked at the undulating grass waves, and suddenly a bright light flashed in his eyes.

　　How can this ordinary grass, with its tiny body, cut down the stars? Is it relying on that sharp edge?

　　No! What is more important is the will to live in the face of death, the supreme spirit of holding my sword and falling into the stars even if all souls are annihilated and the great way falls.

　　Lin Xuan jumped down from the tree and came under the rain curtain with a sword in his hand. He let the raindrops hit his body and just waved the sword in his hand seriously.

　　He finally understood what was missing from his set of Caozi sword techniques. What it lacked was a will, a soul that combined the many scattered sword moves together.

　　Lin Xuan swung the sword in his hand very slowly, but every time the torrential rain came within three meters of him, it would be blocked by an invisible sword force.

　　In the heavy rain, Lin Xuan swung his sword again and again, perfecting the Cao-style sword technique.

　　After an unknown amount of time, the sword in Lin Xuan's hand emerged like a dragon from the sea, and in an instant, nine white sword auras were slashed out.

　　Nine white sword auras circled around Lin Xuan, like nine loyal soldiers guarding him.

　　"go!"

　　Lin Xuan looked at the rocks rolling down in the distance, pointed his sword, and nine sword energies flew away like lightning.

　　"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

　　Nine sword energies slashed on the rocks one by one, making loud noises.

　　Every time a sword energy fell, the huge rock of three or four meters in size would crack in half. When the ninth sword energy fell, there was a crackling sound, and the huge rock broke into two and fell to the sides.

　　After smashing the boulder, the scattered sword energy gathered again and flew towards Lin Xuan again. Nine white sword energies were like a white divine ring, quietly floating behind him.

　　"Cursive Sword Technique!"

　　Lin Xuan let out a low shout, and the nine sword energies behind him actually merged together, becoming one, and transformed into a ray of white light that sank into the sword in his hand.

　　The surging sword energy flowed on the sword body. Lin Xuan swung the sword towards the sky. A silver sword light shot straight into the sky, destroying all the wind and rain along the way. The sword energy remained in the air for a long time.

　　The raindrops around Lin Xuan suddenly stopped, but in the distance there was still a raging storm. Within a few steps, it seemed like a different world.

　　This sword actually cut out a vacuum zone in the dense rain.

　　A few minutes later, the remaining sword energy in the air slowly dissipated, and the dense raindrops fell again.

　　A new line quietly appeared on Lin Xuan's system panel.

　　[Grass Sword Technique Level 2: (50/800)]

　　This Cao-style sword technique was originally created by him, and with the sudden realization just now, he was able to reach the second level directly.

　　"It's done!"

　　Lin Xuan laughed up to the sky, letting the rain fall on him.

　　Although my crudely created Caozi sword technique is not even a hair better than the original one, but.

　　But he believed that through his continuous improvement, the Caozi Sword Technique would one day be able to resound throughout the continent.

　　Brothers, please give me some recommendation votes. It's a bit miserable that there are no recommendations after it's been put on the shelves. I need some votes to support it. (￣▽￣)~*

Chapter 32 Promotion Tournament

　　"It's a long way to go."

　　Lin Xuan put away his sword, sneezed, and the soul power in his body surged, dispelling the coldness in his body.

　　This rudimentary Cao sword technique now only has two moves.

　　The first move is to cut out nine sword energies. This sword was created by combining his own soul power and mental power, and he can use the sword energy at will.

　　The power of the sword energy itself was not particularly great, the point was that it was like weeds, inexhaustible to burn and cut. As long as Lin Xuan's will was not extinguished, the sword energy would not dissipate and would be able to condense again and again.

　　The second move is to merge the nine sword energies and slash out an extremely sharp sword beam at the enemy, which is a powerful single-target attack.

　　It may look a bit shabby now, but the beginning is always the hardest. He has already taken the first step, and the rest is up to the system.

　　"A-choo~"

　　"This soul power is really useless. Any cultivator will catch a cold."

　　Lin Xuan sneezed, touched his nose and complained. Then he turned and walked towards the dormitory, his figure gradually disappearing in the rain.

　　…

　　A few days later, the typhoon passed, and the boys and girls reappeared in various places on campus, and Donghai College became lively again.

　　"Lu Jiajia! Hurry up! They are about to start!"

　　A slightly plump girl was urging the girl with a ponytail who was lagging behind.

　　"I know! I know! Isn't it just a game?"

　　Lu Jiajia pouted, it was no big deal. If you didn't know, you would think it was a heavyweight event like Godzilla vs. Angela.

　　"What do you know? Today is the battle to prove my male god's truth! His heroic figure holding double blades will surely conquer everyone. Ahhhhh, so handsome!"

　　The slightly plump girl thought of the cold-faced boy, and her body almost trembled with excitement.

　　Just thinking about fighting your way up from Class 5, which is full of trash, to Class 1 makes your blood boil.

　　"Alright! Let's go! Look how anxious you are. Does Xie Xie know you?"

　　Lu Jiajia ran after her friend in silence. When they arrived at the competition venue, it was already packed with people.

　　This is a game full of highlights. On one side is the recognized waste class 5, and on the other side is the genius class 1, which is called by the teacher as the strongest in the school in a hundred years.

　　The weakest class five VS the strongest class one!

　　Whether it will be Class 5's successful counterattack or Class 1's defense of the reputation of genius, it has aroused everyone's expectations, and even many senior students came to watch the game.

　　"Students, please be quiet for a moment."

　　Dean Long Hengxu walked onto the competition stage and spoke to the crowd. After the crowd quieted down, he continued.

　　"Due to the impact of the typhoon, our first-grade promotion match was postponed. Today's first-grade finals will be held, with Class 1-5 playing against Class 1-1."

　　When Long Hengxu said this, his expression was a bit complicated. Some people above him had begun to question how he divided the classes. These five classes were about to overthrow the first grade.

　　He could only hope that Class 1 could defeat Class 5 and keep his job.

　　"Teacher Wu, how many students will appear in your class five today?"

　　Long Hengxu said to Wu Changkong who was standing beside him, with a hint of respect in his eyes.

　　This is a six-ringed Soul Emperor. The grace of his sword a few days ago dispelled all his previous dissatisfaction with Wu Changkong.

　　"We will fight in groups of three!"

　　Wu Zhangkong said expressionlessly. He originally thought that only two people would go to the battle, but he did not expect that Tang Wulin, who had asked for leave, would come back early today.

　　"Class One, please send three people to fight as well."

　　Long Hengxu said to Ye Yingluo, the head teacher of Class 1. As the stronger side on paper, Class 1 can only compete based on the number of participants in Class 5.

　　"Um!"

　　Ye Yingluo nodded, looked at the group of students behind her and spoke slowly.

　　"Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, Wei Xiaofeng, the three of you go out and fight! You must teach them a lesson and show the momentum of our class."

　　"Do you have confidence?"

　　Ye Yingluo shouted loudly. This battle was not only related to this year's prize money, but also a battle to prove her against Wu Changkong.

　　"Yes! They will be killed on their horses!"

　　Zhang Yangzi and the other two stepped out and shouted in unison.

　　"Okay! You guys go on stage."

　　Ye Yingluo nodded with satisfaction. It was a pity that Lin Xuan was not there, otherwise she would have a better chance of success.

　　The strongest person in my class has always been this plant-type soul master!

　　"Wait, teacher, can I go on stage?"

　　Just as Zhang Yangzi and the other two were preparing to go on stage, a firm voice came from them.

　　Ye Yingluo looked in the direction of the voice and saw the crowd behind making way for them. A cheerful young man in a white T-shirt walked over.

　　"Lin Xuan! You're back."

　　A smile broke out on Ye Yingluo's face. Now she was safe!

　　But those students who didn't know the truth began to persuade Lin Xuan to put the overall situation first.

　　"Lin Xuan, let the three of them go."

　　"That's right! You haven't been to school for a long time, and you didn't cooperate with them. We lost the promotion match, and our treatment is much worse."

　　The class order is not just a title. From large to small, the smaller the class number, the different the resources and treatment provided by the school.

　　Lin Xuan ignored the advice of his classmates and instead focused his attention on his head teacher Ye Yingluo.

　　He believed that Ye Yingluo would make the right choice.

　　"Xiao Feng, come down, let Lin Xuan go up instead."

　　Ye Yingluo spoke.

　　Judging from Lin Xuan's performance when he asked her for leave a few months ago, Lin Xuan is undoubtedly a spirit master of the agility attack type, and his position overlaps with Wei Xiaofeng's among the three.

　　"This is really a change!"

　　When everyone in Class 1 heard Ye Yingluo's words, they began to whisper to each other, some in disbelief.

　　Wei Xiaofeng, Zhang Yangzi and the other two are childhood friends. There is definitely a chemical reaction between the three of them. Even if Lin Xuan is stronger than Wei Xiaofeng, it does not necessarily mean he is the better solution.

　　But what was even more unexpected was Wei Xiaofeng's reaction.

　　"Okay! Then I won't go up and make a fool of myself. Lin Xuan, remember to teach that guy who was wielding two fruit knives a lesson for me."

　　Wei Xiaofeng shrugged and retreated indifferently. He also smiled and gave Lin Xuan a small task.

　　He has been annoyed with that cold-faced boy for a long time. His twin martial spirit has lower spiritual power than theirs, and most importantly, he is even more pretentious than him!

　　As for being substituted, Wei Xiaofeng didn't care. Lin Xuan was indeed much stronger than him.

　　"No problem! I promise to take good care of you."