On the third day, after two rounds of competition, it was finally Northland College’s turn to play again. When Amon led the remaining six people onto the ring, an unprecedented burst of unanimous cheers erupted from the audience. "Rock Ember, Rock Ember!" "Heh, it seems that your name has been remembered by everyone..." Amon chuckled. "Hey hey hey..." Yan Jin chuckled, showing two rows of white teeth, "After meeting you in Frostleaf City, this was my biggest dream for a long time, but now, it seems that there is no such thing. So excited as expected.” "This is normal... People's pursuit of dreams will never stop. The higher you stand, the further your dreams will become. "However, before chasing further goals, let us enjoy the glory now... Are you ready, Aria." Amon said lightly. "Of course, please, captain." Aaliya's silvery voice was filled with a bit of expectation. After the referee announced the start, Romil was still the same. The first thing he did was to gather Amon's seat. Just when the audience thought that yesterday's scene would happen again, it was not Yan Jin who took the initiative to move forward, but Aaliya.
She is the one who needs to show off the most. If her talent can be recognized by Emperor Xue Ye, then she will have a great advantage in returning to the North to compete for the position of Marquis Feikris. "What are they planning to do?" Tang San, who was watching the battle in the stands, was a little confused. "Same as yesterday, only there is a different person. Could it be said that she can also fight against a team by herself?" Dai Mubai looked solemn. "No way? That's too perverted, isn't it? If their team is full of people like this, then this Soul Master Competition will be a waste. They can just win the championship." Ma Hongjun muttered. "Also, their captain is too pretentious! It's really annoying. Next time we wait for it, we must drive him off that chair." "Isn't it? Fourth child, is this all you pursue?" Tang San asked somewhat unexpectedly. Everyone he knew from Shrek was unruly, especially Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai. Now Ma Hongjun's uncharacteristic behavior made him confused. "Xiao San, you didn't come yesterday, so you don't know how powerful that red-haired one is, the Soul King! That's a Soul King! And the fourth soul ring is the same as yours, which is ten thousand years old." Oscar replied. "What? Her fourth spirit ring is also at the ten thousand year level?" Tang San's eyes flashed with surprise. He knows how difficult it is. He has been practicing Xuantian Kung since he was a child, and his physical fitness is beyond ordinary people. Later, in the eyes of Binghuo Liangyi, he ate two immortal products, "Fire Apricot Jiaoshu" and "Octagonal Black Ice Grass", as well as the increase of the attached soul bone, which further improved his physical strength. In addition, the crypt demon spider was shaken by his spiritual attack with the purple demon pupil before it died, and the resentment it had to face when absorbing the soul ring was greatly reduced. Finally, when he absorbed the soul ring, he also used the assistance of the ice and fire eyes. The combination of many factors allowed him to complete the feat of absorbing soul rings that spanned five thousand years. Even so, he had a narrow escape from death when absorbing them. If he hadn't been determined, he might have died. How virtuous and capable is that girl, able to do the same thing as herself? Tang San looked at Yan Jin with a more probing look. Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Aaliya summoned her martial spirit, a thick book. The three soul rings of yellow, yellow and purple exude a faint light. In fact, Alia, Vidal, Brady, and Franco have all reached level 40, but they have not yet added soul rings.
Not long after their breakthrough, the Soul Master Competition began, and they didn't have time to find a suitable soul beast. Seeing the three soul rings on her body, Ma Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, it's not a pervert like Yan Jin. It seems that we have no hope of winning." "Fat man, you are happy too soon." Dai Mubai said with a heavy expression. "Um?" Alia's red lips opened slightly, and a voice like silver bells came, "Stars, shine." Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes in the spirit fighting arena, emerald-green "stars" slowly emerged in the sky. "The stars are falling!" Aaliya waved her hand, and stars fell like raindrops. After a round of saturation strikes, no opponent can still stand. Seeing this, Ma Hongjun looked a little dull: "Why do I feel that our hope of winning is slim?" Aaliya's gorgeous and splendid soul skills caused an even greater sensation. The emcee held a loudspeaker soul guide and shouted excitedly: "Beautiful but with deadly murderous intent, contestant Aaliyah proved to us her strength. The Northland College team once again completed the feat of destroying the opponent with one person. It seems that this Soul Master Competition will be the biggest The dark horse has appeared!" Emperor Xueye's eyes were focused and he asked: "I remember, her name is Alia Fekris, right? Is she a bloodline of the Fekris family?" "Yes, she is the eldest daughter of the recently deceased Marquis Feikris." "Xue Qinghe" said with a smile: "The next Marquis of Fikrees has not yet been determined, and the Fikres family has not reported a successor. Father, I think she is a very suitable candidate." Emperor Xue Ye took a deep look at "Xue Qinghe", weighed the pros and cons in his mind, and replied: "It's still too early, let's see, at least until the qualifiers are over." Emperor Xue Ye was also a little wary of "Xue Qinghe". It was not because he discovered her true identity, but because the prince had too much power, which was a threat to the emperor. "Xue Qinghe" had received enough support. Although he also intended to support Xue Beng to compete with him, the effect did not seem to be very good. The two were not at the same level at all. Except for Xue Xing who had been firmly helping Xue Beng under his orders, the rest of the ministers in the court almost all leaned towards "Xue Qinghe". Emperor Xue Ye knew that Dennis was a member of the prince's party, and the Northland College was now living in Dennis's mansion. What this meant was self-evident, but the strength shown by Alia was indeed shocking, which made Emperor Xue Ye very entangled. If you want to win over Alia, promising to support her to become the next Marquis of Fikris is undoubtedly the best bargaining chip. With Alia interested in the position of marquis, Emperor Xue Ye did not think that other things would be worthy of her attention. Doing so would make the nobles of the North turn to the side of the prince, further expanding the power of the prince's faction. Not doing so would lead to a loss of talent. "Xue Qinghe" naturally knew the concerns of Emperor Xue Ye, but she still put her connection with the North in the open. Because Walter had promised her that the excellence shown by the contestants of the North Academy would be something that Emperor Xue Ye could not ignore. So instead of hiding it, which would make it easier for Emperor Xue Ye to be afraid of it after being exposed, it would be better to put it in the open and let Xue Ye choose for himself, at least so that he would have a sense of control over the situation. After all, the prince is the prince after all, the heir to the throne. Under the current situation, even if the prince's faction becomes bigger, it is better than the top talents being wooed by other forces.
Ning Fengzhi also saw Emperor Xue Ye's hesitation, but he did not persuade him. After all, he himself was one of the people who had connections with the prince, and speaking might be counterproductive. Alia put away her martial spirit and followed the team that had already walked down the ring. Walking to the audience, Amon suddenly said, "Teacher Sun, please take care of this place. I'm leaving first." Each college has only one game a day. After the game, if you are not interested in the other teams and don't want to watch their battles, you can leave directly. "Okay." Sun Boyuan nodded. Walking out of the big fighting spirit arena, Amon came to the street, walked forward for more than ten meters, turned right, and then walked to an antique restaurant. In a private room of the restaurant, an old man in white was sitting on a chair waiting for him. "Long time no see, Mr. Walter." Amon greeted. "I have seen your performance these two days, it's very good. Next, you just need to win the budget competition step by step and win the qualification to participate in the finals." Walter said. After a pause, he continued: "By the way, when facing some hostility and targeting of Sarath, don't react too strongly. Sometimes, his hostility or kindness towards you can have unexpected effects on Emperor Xue Ye. Just remember that he is not an enemy, that's all." "Not an enemy... I see." Amon raised his right hand and stroked his monocle. "When are you free to meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? He is very interested in you now." Walter took a sip of tea and asked. "How about after the Soul Master Competition is over? I will show myself appropriately in the finals. By then, I think he will be willing to offer a price that satisfies me." "You are very confident, but it is true that my recommendation is still not as good as what he sees with his own eyes... OK, then I will tell him so." Walter nodded.