Celestial Evil Eyes/C27 The Battle of the Four Academies
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C27 The Battle of the Four Academies

The moment the morning light shone through the window, the tears could be vaguely seen on Jiang Xia's face. Once upon a time, those ash-grey eyes did not shed a few tears. Jiang Xia slowly opened his eyes. His clear eyes were filled with boundless killing intent.

The Qinfeng Academy had already gathered all the teachers and students, and the Principal, Bo Hee, was personally leading the way. Beside Bo Hee were Han Long and the other twenty-odd teachers. Jiang Xia also stood silently at the side. Ye Rong would occasionally chat with Jiang Xia, and Wu Tie would also answer them one by one. This caused quite a few admirers of Ye Rong to be jealous.

Bo Hee looked at the people behind him, and nodded lightly, "Since everyone's almost here, then let's set off the Spirit Martial Academy! I don't need you to show me any results, I just need to give it your all. "

"Yes, dean." Everyone answered in unison.

"Teacher, wait for me." A familiar middle-aged man's voice came over. Even Jiang Xia couldn't help but cast a puzzled look at Ye Xuan. "Ye Xuan?"

Surprisingly, Ye Rong actually went up to him with a smile. "Dad."

Jiang Xia almost dropped his chin out of shock. Lyre Appreciating Pavilion's Ye Xuan was Ye Rong's father? And he's Bo Hee's disciple? All the doubts in his heart had been solved.

Why did Bo Hee know that he was Wu Tian's disciple? So it was because of Ye Xuan, and why would Ye Rong, the eldest young miss, be at the worst Qinfeng Academy? It was also because of Ye Xuan, if one thought about it this way, wouldn't Ye Xuan be the son of the Ye Family Patriarch?

Looking at everyone's calm expressions, Jiang Xia suddenly felt as if he was in the dark. He was the only one that didn't know, but Jiang Xia didn't care too much about it. He was just a bit surprised that the Ye Family Patriarch's son would go to the Zither Opening Pavilion.

Ye Xuan tenderly patted Ye Rong's head, then walked in front of Bo Hee and said: "Teacher, I'm also considered to be part of the Qinfeng Academy, how can I be absent on such a good day?" After saying that, he swept his gaze across Jiang Xia's body, intentionally or unintentionally.

Bo Hee smiled, "Mm, since you're here, then let's go together!"

= = =.

Hao Hao's group set off towards the Spirit Martial Academy. They did not know that Jiang Xia's team had the least number of people, but luckily, the people in the imperial city had already gotten used to it, and at the same time, they could not help but look at him weirdly.

Roughly an hour later, the group entered Spirit Martial Academy, and there were people receiving them at the door. When they saw Bo Hee leading the Qinfeng Academy, many of them felt disdain for them.

Jiang Xia walked in the crowd. The last time he came to Spirit Martial Academy, he was blocked outside the door, but now he came as a member of Qinfeng Academy. This kind of change couldn't help but cause people to sigh and sigh.

The Spirit Martial Academy and Qinfeng Academy area were around the same size, and because of the number of people, the latter looked to be more desolate. The place where the Four Academies would hold a large battle was naturally the biggest training ground in the academy, and in the middle was a large stage that was more than a meter tall, with an area of three hundred square meters. To the east of the stage was a stage that was even taller than the stage, and there were four chairs placed on the stage. Behind him were the teachers of the academy.

As for the other three sides, they had formed a black mass of people, and when everyone saw that Qinfeng Academy and the others had appeared, they all revealed their disdain and contempt.

The chairmen of the three academies looked at each other. The white-robed principal of the Zither Martial School, Bai Ya, sneered, "His strength is the weakest, and he came the latest."

After Bo Hee gave a few simple instructions to Jiang Xia and the rest, he led Han Long, Ye Xuan and the other teachers to a high platform on the east side. After the three principals exchanged simple greetings with Bo Hee, they didn't spare him another glance as they continued to chat among themselves. Bo Hee was also enjoying the tranquility as he sat on his chair with his eyes narrowed.

Jiang Xia's gaze swept across the crowd, searching for the figures of Lan Guang and Situ Yan. Among them, Lan Guang was definitely going to be killed. No matter the cost, even if they had to die together.

A moment later, the elder sitting on the second seat slowly stood up. His sharp gaze swept around him and the entire place immediately became extremely quiet. The fiery gazes of over ten thousand people were all directed at each other.

"Cough, cough." "Young people, I won't waste any time, but everyone is clear about the rules of each round. The winner can choose to rest for one round, and after one round, there will be someone to challenge you, and you can choose to either accept the challenge or forfeit. If you choose to forfeit, then you can only stay where you are, and if you can kill, then the final person to stand on the stage will be the champion.

"Alright." The low members of the audience were already rubbing their hands together, their blood boiling. An earth-shaking cheer resounded throughout the entire training field. The old man waved his hand and shouted in a deep voice, "I declare that the match will now begin."

From the clothes they were wearing, one could tell that one of them was from Shengwu Academy, and the other one was from Qinwu Academy.

It was a simple self-introduction. Under the anxious gazes of the crowd, the two began to fight. As their fists and legs met, Jiang Xia was able to see through their strength with a single glance. They were both Level 3 Warriors. Ye Zichen looked around and continued to search for Lan Guang in the crowd.

"Jiang Xia, do you want me to introduce you to the Four Great Academies's Principal!" He walked to Liu Tie's side and without waiting for him to speak, pointed to the first seat on the east side of the stage, "That is Hei Shi, the principal of Shengwu Academy, the second is Ou Hai, the principal of Spirit Martial Academy, and the third is Bai Ya."

Jiang Xia was surprised for a moment. He glanced over the three people and his gaze finally stopped on Ou Hai. Cold light gushed out of his eyes. It was he who had kept Mengyu and himself out of the door, saying that the academy didn't accept trash.

Ye Rong said in a helpless tone, "Jiang Xia, these four seats were arranged based on the results of the previous competition. Our Principal has been sitting there for four years."

"Oh? Then what was the previous best result? " Jiang Xia asked lightly.

"Heh heh." Ye Rong actually gave a mysterious smile, her eyes curved with a little complacency. "Before Qinfeng Academy was a myth, one that consecutively became the champion for ten years."

"What?" Jiang Xia was shocked, he wondered if he heard wrongly.

"Hee hee, you must be surprised!" Ye Rong was quite satisfied with Jiang Xia's expression, but she immediately felt quite regretful, "It was only six years ago that the Qinfeng Academy slowly declined."

Jiang Xia frowned, he glanced at the two people fighting passionately on the stage and asked solemnly: "Why? Six years ago, wasn't Qinfeng Academy still Dean Wu Tian's? that person from the Qinwu Academy did not go and suppress the zither wind. "

"En!" Ye Rong nodded, her red lips slightly parted, "Actually, the main reason for Zither Wind's downfall was not Bai Ya."

"Then why?"

"Because Dean Bo Hee trained a genius, the first Seventh Level Heavenly Lyre Master and Bo Jingfeng in the history of Lanfeng Empire."

Jiang Xia's face changed, and his pupils became sharp, "You said that the first Heavenly Lyre Master in Lanfeng Empire is Dean Bo Hee's disciple?"

"That's right! "Dean Bo Hee was proud of him, his Qinfeng Academy should have been flourishing forever, but who would have thought that Bo Jingfeng left his Lanfeng Empire not even half a year after becoming a Heavenly Lyre Master. He even discarded the name that Dean Bo Hee had given him, which is only called Jing Feng." At this point, Ye Rong's pretty face was filled with anger, her small mouth pouted, "Dean Bo Hee suffered a blow, his hair turned completely white overnight, from then on, Qinfeng Academy slowly went downhill."

Jiang Xia could no longer maintain his calm in his heart. Looking at the old and pale Bo Hee on the stage, he felt a trace of pity. He finally understood the meaning of the words Wu Tian warned him before he left.

"Xia, if you exit this village in the future and become a Heavenly Lyre Master, I hope you will remember your way home."

The way home is to advise yourself that you must not forget your roots. Jiang Xia's heart was deeply touched, secretly feeling sorry for Dean Bo Hee.

"Bam!" The energy on the stage trembled slightly. Jiang Xia looked back and saw that the person from Shengwu Academy had been knocked down. The Qinwu Academy was instantly filled with joy.

"Alright, hur hur." Principal Qin Wu, Bai Ya's old face relaxed. Principal Sheng Wu, Hei Shi, slightly narrowed his eyes. His withered fingers stroked his beard, but he didn't show any dissatisfaction.

The loser on the stage was carried off, and the winner chose to remain on the stage, wearing a complacent expression. Suddenly, a sharp figure shot up to the arena.

The crowd below was in an uproar. Ye Rong frowned and exclaimed softly, "It's Situ Yan!" Jiang Xia was alarmed as his ice-cold gaze stopped at the sharp figure.

"Hehe, you want me to send you down? Or do you want to go down yourself? " Situ Yan sneered disdainfully at the man with Qinwu Academy in front of him.

The latter's expression changed drastically as he forcefully suppressed the panic in his body, "Situ Yan, I-I'm not afraid of you."

"Hehe!"

The air current on the stage became chaotic, and the Qinwu Academy man's pupils contracted tightly. Following that, a sharp pain came from his chest. A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out from his mouth as his body was sent flying backwards, crashing heavily into the ground below the stage.

Everyone was already completely silent. Even the people from Shengwu Academy did not expect that Situ Yan, who was the hottest topic of the championship, would appear so quickly and use his lightning like momentum to intimidate the crowd in their hearts. Dean Sheng was still indifferent as usual. Dean Qin Wu, Bai Ya, had an ugly expression on his face.

Situ Yan smiled faintly: "I don't think there's a need for those trash to come up. Who dares to fight with me?"

Everyone looked at each other. It was only the second round and Situ Yan had already rushed out. Those who were too weak didn't even have the chance to show off.

Jiang Xia looked at the arrogant look on the other party's face as a chilling murderous intent slowly crept into his heart.

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