Although he expressed deep doubts about Xing Huan Qian Ji's character, he agreed with her words. Unless Gong Hongru and the other few masters kept a close eye on her, who would be able to detect her little tricks? Even if they did, as long as she withdrew her spiritual thoughts in time, no one would be able to catch her. In other words, she just had to deny it.
So, Mu Hanyan boldly practiced the Divine Martial Soul Refining Technique and continued to explore the hearts of several other young swordsmen.
However, their situation was exactly the same as that of the previous swordsman. Mu Hanyan gained nothing except the knowledge that the sword meaning of the Wuxin Sword was extremely powerful and terrifying.
Not interested in wasting any more energy, Mu Hanyan withdrew her spiritual sense.
Originally, she wanted to try to explore the Sword of Enlightenment again and comprehend it in advance, but she was afraid of revealing something unusual and being caught, so she wisely gave up the idea.
Before they knew it, it was dusk. After nearly a day of assessment, nearly fifty people were selected by Longyan College. Even Mu Hanyan was a little surprised by this result.
I thought the assessment was so strict and difficult that few people could pass. It seems that I underestimated the talent and strength of these young elites from Anyun Country.
But after further reflection, Mu Hanyan didn't find it strange. Although the Longyan Academy election lasted three days, the true elites were mostly concentrated on the first day. The reason was simple: compared to cultivators of common origin, the children of aristocratic families had far greater advantages in both resources and cultivation techniques. Therefore, the true elites were mostly concentrated in the aristocratic families.
Given their status, they certainly had no interest in waiting three days, and would usually participate in the election early. So even though nearly fifty people had already passed the assessment before the first day of the election was over, the number of people passing the assessments in the next two days might not even match that of the first day.
"It's finally my turn." After another group of swordsmen came down to participate in the competition, Qiu Ping'an walked towards the selection venue with high spirits.
"Come on, young master. We are waiting for you at Longyan College." The Qiu family members who had already joined Longyan College said respectfully.
"Don't worry, don't you know my strength? Wait until I join Longyan College, and then we'll have a good get-together." Qiu Ping'an said with a relaxed look on his face, then looked at Mu Hanyan provocatively.
Is this guy really so confident?
Mu Hanyan had previously suspected that Qiu Pingan was bluffing, but now, she felt that something was increasingly wrong. This guy was not bluffing, but was absolutely confident. Where did his confidence come from?
Soon, Qiu Ping'an and nine other young swordsmen came to the Wuxin Sword, closed their eyes and concentrated, and began to comprehend the mysteries of the sword.
Around the square, almost everyone's eyes were on Qiu Ping'an.
The previous conflict between Qiu Ping'an and Mu Hanyan had already spread, and the details of the Qiu family naturally reached their ears.
Every generation has children entering Longyan College. In just two hundred years, it has grown from an unknown small family to one of the three major families in Dongzhou County. Even now, there are dozens of disciples from the Qiu family in Longyan College. Such a family should never be underestimated.
Everyone is curious about Qiu Ping'an and wants to see if he can continue the miracles of his predecessors.
"Ah..." A young swordsman opened his blood-red eyes, let out a crazy yell, and actually drew out his sword and slashed at the people around him.
The instructor beside him was well prepared and knocked him unconscious with one palm strike.
"Puff..." Before this man was carried away, a young swordsman next to him opened his eyes wide, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then fainted on the ground.
Several young swordsmen nearby were trembling all over, with expressions of pain on their faces. Judging from their appearance, they probably couldn't hold on for much longer.
This kind of scene has been seen too many times, and everyone is used to it. Their eyes are still fixed on Qiu Pingan.
Although Qiu Ping'an was also sweating profusely and his hands were trembling slightly, his condition was clearly much better than the others. Halfway through the battle, eight of the other nine swordsmen had been carried off the field, leaving only one still struggling. His face was as pale as paper, his body drenched in sweat. The contrast between the two only highlighted Qiu Ping'an's extraordinary abilities.
"No wonder every generation of the Qiu family has descendants selected by Longyan College. I haven't heard much about this Qiu Ping'an before, but he actually has such strength." Someone in the crowd said with emotion.
"Yes, looking at him, he seems to be not much different from Mu Chengxuan, Qi Kaiyuan, Guan Shanhe and others before him. He should have no problem passing this assessment."
"The Qiu family has a good teaching method and has produced many talented people. If they continue like this, I'm afraid they will have a place among the eight great families in the capital."
"I don't know why Mu Hanyan had to provoke him when she couldn't have provoked anyone else. When the two of them enter Longyan College, it will be a good show to watch."
"Looking at this situation, Qiu Ping'an's admission to Longyan College is a foregone conclusion. However, Mu Hanyan may not be selected."
"If he can't even get into Longyan College, what future will he have? He might be exiled back to Black Stone City, and sooner or later he will be trampled upon by Qiu Ping'an until he can't even raise his head." When Qiu Ping'an was mentioned, people naturally thought of Mu Hanyan, and it was inevitable that they would gloat over his misfortune.
These words more or less reached Mu Hanyan's ears, but she didn't care, and her eyes still stayed on Qiu Ping'an.
It's strange, this guy actually has such good qualifications and such strong strength! Mu Hanyan was a little puzzled. If Qiu Ping'an could really be compared with Qi Kaiyuan and others, she should have heard of his name. However, after searching her mind, she could not find any rumors about him.
Of course, in the long history of the Holy Court Continent, what it has not lacked the least is geniuses, but not every genius can become famous and be recorded in history. There are too many accidents in training and experience, and there are too many geniuses who died young because of accidents, so it is not surprising that Qiu Pingan is not famous.
But Mu Hanyan still felt a little strange, and subconsciously, she activated the Divine Martial Soul Refining Technique again and probed towards Qiu Ping'an.
Gradually, a strange smile appeared at the corner of Mu Hanyan's mouth.
When it comes to slapping someone in the face, Mu Hanyan doesn’t mind whether it comes sooner or later. She only cares about whether the slap is hard enough and whether the face is swollen enough.
But this time, the slap in the face came so fast like a tornado, wow, it caught people off guard.
(It's the end of the month, please vote for me, muah. I worked a little harder today. I'll tell you a scary story: Spring is here, and I'm wearing less clothes, so I can't hide the fat on my body anymore. To look beautiful, I need to lose weight quickly.)
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