"This wave of winning is all thanks to Brother Jie's command!"

"Brother Jie is awesome!!"

"With Brother Jie here, we all beat two at one time... No, Brother Jie is beat five at one time!"

The group of people were in a state of excitement, and they didn't even find that there were no one in the team. They surrounded Jie Tianyang, like a general who returned from victory, and they only had to lift him up on the spot.

But Jie Tianyang, who was surrounded in the middle, did not show any sign of happiness. On the contrary, he stood there and frowned, as if he was very confused.

Just now, he was the main control of spiritual power, so he naturally noticed the strange situation that was turning around for a moment.

At that time, someone in his group should have withdrawn his spiritual power. Because of this withdrawal, the opponent suddenly collapsed.

Who did this? Is there anyone in my group who can beat ten?

This is too nonsense. But if there is really such a person...how did it?

After thinking about this, he clearly understood that this victory was not obtained by himself, but by borrowing someone's light. This victory that was not his own, made him feel uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.

What he wants is to rush first, lead his own team to defeat the enemy, and then get the glory he deserves; rather than picking ready-made fruits from others, which only makes him feel disgusted.

"When the tug of war just now, who withdrew the force in the middle?"

He waved his hand to stop the cheering members around him and asked this question. Sure enough, the students around him were confused: "Removal force? Did anyone just withdraw his force? How can they win if they withdraw their force?"

Jie Tianyang's face darkened, his eyes passed over the excited classmates around him, and looked around: when he looked back, he saw Han Jiangchen at the end, and the two of them intersected through the bustling wall of people. The former stood in the center of applause, while the latter stood in a quiet corner.

And at this moment, a sound suddenly penetrated into the noise.

"It is indeed a very exciting final. I would like to congratulate the students who won the first group. The group that won the quarterfinals will be awarded now the spirit swords of the priority group will be awarded."

The applause suddenly became silent, and the students who were joking around all closed their mouths in an instant, and the two groups of people on the field quickly dispersed, stood in a row in front of the rope, and looked up.

Where everyone's eyes gathered, Wei Ze was still floating in the air with his hands behind his back. However, now, the spirit sword originally contained in the wooden box had completely floated beside him. As he made every move, the sword body slightly deflected, and the blade reflected the sunlight in front of him, flashing with dazzling light and shadow.

Wei Ze raised his hand slightly, put his fingers together, and a spiritual sword hanging beside him landed first and flew towards the students under his feet. Finally, he stopped in front of Han Jiangchen at the very beginning.

"I saw a very unexpected potential in this competition." Wei Ze said meaningfully at the boy below, "Now, as a student of Kunlun University, you are qualified to get it."

Han Jiangchen still said nothing, but just stood there in a daze. After a few seconds of silence, he seemed to have hesitated to extend his hand, solemnly grabbed the hilt of the long sword in front of him, and clenched it tightly.

At that moment, Wei Ze saw a spark-like light flashing in his dark eyes.

At the same time, dozens of spiritual swords floating in the air flew down simultaneously, handing them to the young girls in front of them one by one.

First, Jie Tianyang, who stood in front, had ten people in a group, then the runner-up Li Feng team, and then the other six groups of eight teams guarding the back. There was a sequence, but everyone showed an ecstatic expression after getting the sword.

This is their first time in life that they have come into contact with a real spiritual weapon, and this is issued by Wei Ze himself. For them, this is no longer just a long sword, but a... extraordinary one that is actually grasped in their hands!

"Congratulations to everyone, and to all the students who participated in this competition." Wei Ze smiled slightly in the air and glanced at every student in front of him, "From today, you will be true immortal cultivators."

Breathing and heartbeat accelerated together, and a group of newborns fiddled with the low-grade spiritual sword in their hands on the spot, just like pinching a hot potato, and their hands trembling when touching the hilt of the sword. Among them, the only one who seemed a little calmer was Jie Tianyang: he just frowned and looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand, and his confused expression remained on his face.

But no matter how you think, the competition has ended. Next, the freshmen completed various tests according to the process and practiced a set of Qi-refining boxing techniques, and the military training was over.
Chapter completed!