“Not bad.”

“Very strong.” These two simple sentences came from Hou Mingming and Zhao Wenlong respectively.

Jiang Xiao could tell that, apart from admiration, the two of them were filled with soaring fighting spirit.

Especially Hou Mingming, as Jiang Xiao walked back to his seat, he was afraid that Hou Mingming would not be able to resist making a move right there and then...

Jiang Xiao also felt a burst of distress, a kind of... uh, special feeling.

It was hard to find the right adjective.

Hmm... not afraid of thieves stealing, but afraid of thieves plotting?

Jiang Xiao plopped down into his seat, leaning the giant blade against the seat beside him.

To his left was the steady and quiet Zhao Wenlong.

And to his right, with the giant blade separating them, was Hou Mingming, whose body was trembling slightly and whose fighting spirit was surging.

Jiang Xiao sat back, tilted his head, rested his hands on the backrests of the seats on either side, and looked up at the clear blue sky with朵朵 white clouds floating by, feeling even more troubled in his heart.

I understand the reasoning,

But why!?

Why no skill points!?

Didn't I win? A universally acknowledged victory. I entered the top 16, so why no reward for winning?

In Jiang Xiao's inner star map, the previous 107 skill points had turned into a pitiful 7.

Originally, Jiang Xiao's Xia family blade technique was at the Gold level, requiring 100 skill points to level up a small rank. Now, the Xia family blade technique was already Platinum quality Lv.0, requiring 1000 skill points to level up a small rank.

Is the logistics support not strong enough?

No skill point rewards for being in the top sixteen in the country!?

Is this a god-demon love?

Eh?

Jiang Xiao blinked and suddenly remembered that the description of the 100 skill points given by the inner star map last time should have been "passed the first stage of the national team selection competition"?

In other words, this thing wasn't giving skill points based on ranking and wins, but based on stages?

So... what's the next stage? The semi-final stage?

What counts as passing the semi-final stage? It should be entering the top eight, right?

Yeah, this analysis should be pretty reliable. In other words, if I win the next match, there should be a reward for the second stage. After all, entering the top eight means entering the national team roster, which counts as completing the task.

The next moment, the distant blue sky and white clouds in Jiang Xiao's eyes turned into a gentle smiling face.

At some point, his teacher had come to the row behind him. She leaned over, resting her hands on the backrests of Zhao Wenlong and the giant blade's seats, and looked down at Jiang Xiao with a smile.

The beautiful scenery in front of him was transformed into another beautiful scenery. Jiang Xiao, who was leaning back in his seat, head tilted back, had no complaints.

Fang laoshi’s smile was gentle, her beautiful eyes filled with admiration. Because she was leaning over, her shoulder-length hair naturally fell down, and the slightly curled ends of her hair had a unique charm.

Fang Xingyun said, "A very special battle. You will inspire a large number of star warriors to diligently hone their skills and combine them skillfully with star techniques, instead of relying on star techniques in a rigid and simple way."

"Oh." Jiang Xiao couldn't help but raise his hand, his fingers gently pinching the slightly curled hair, gently twisting it.

Fang Xingyun smiled and did not stop the playful child, continuing, "Your Hai laoshi specifically told me to carefully prepare two sets of talking points, to comfort you or congratulate you."

Jiang Xiao's hand paused slightly.

It felt good to know that someone was silently concerned and worried about you in places you didn't know.

Jiang Xiao pursed his lips and said, "So, was that just now your second set of talking points?"

"No, after watching the match, I abandoned my previous preparations. That wasn't praise, I was just stating the facts." As she spoke, Fang Xingyun reached out, grabbed the hair below, and took her hair back from Jiang Xiao's hand, "Although the competition has strict regulations, not allowing the disclosure of information, and not allowing you to bring mobile phones into the venue..."

Fang Xingyun squatted down, reached into Jiang Xiao's pocket, and put an object in it: "Be careful, don't get caught."

"Wow..." Jiang Xiao put his hand in his pocket, felt a mobile phone, but couldn't help but say, "The stadium seats ten thousand people, there are less than fifty people sitting here, how could I not get caught?"

Fang Xingyun asked curiously, "Do I have to teach you how to secretly play with your phone? Didn't you have this experience when you were in school?"

"Uh..." Jiang Xiao scratched his head, "You might not believe it when I say it, but not only the teacher on the podium in front of me was in charge of me, but also Xiao Jiangxue behind me... In order to supervise me, she specifically sat in the last row and left me the second-to-last seat."

Fang Xingyun's eyes showed a bit of pity, rubbed Jiang Xiao's head, took a step back, and sat down.

After waiting for a while, Fang Xingyun saw Jiang Xiao's lack of action. She couldn't help but gently kick the backrest in front of her: "Didn't even go to the toilet during class?"

Jiang Xiao suddenly stood up, raising his right hand high: "I want to go to the toilet."

The staff member walked over,

Jiang Xiao grinned. Was it that strict? Were they going to accompany him?

Jiang Xiao looked left and right, patted Zhao Wenlong's shoulder, and said, "Let's go, let's go poop."

Zhao Wenlong: "......"

......

Five minutes later, at the entrance of the toilet in the stadium's changing room, Zhao Wenlong was chatting idly with the staff member, and the staff member seemed to have opened up a conversation, frantically praising Zhao Wenlong's match just now.

In the toilet, Jiang Xiao leaned against the sink, flipping through his phone, and finally understood what Fang laoshi meant.

As soon as he opened his phone, he saw that the phone's built-in browser had already loaded a news article.

It turned out that the national team's team competition had also produced results.

Xiao Jiangxue's team had advanced to the top 32. The individual competition and the team competition had different selection systems. Here, they had already reached the top 16, while there, they had just determined the top 32.

In the match of 64 into 32, their opponents were the Ninghui Province Star Warrior University. Looking at the match report, the two teams fought fiercely and inextricably, and finally the Imperial Capital Star Warrior won by a narrow margin.

And the MVP of this match was awarded to... He Xu!?

Wow!

This monk is really good, deeply hidden?

After all, he is the deputy minister of the Imperial Capital Star Warrior University. He has some skills. It seems that cooking is not his only strength...

"Dong! Dong! Dong!" Zhao Wenlong's knocking sound came from the door, "Hurry up."

"Okay." Jiang Xiao held his phone, walked into the toilet, and flipped through the news again before pressing the flush. He didn't go to the toilet at all. Flushing... uh, let the people outside hear it.

When the group returned to the audience seats, Hou Mingming was torturing Wen Ren Tie.

Wen Ren Tie was a mage, and his star map was a small snowflake staff, which looked very exquisite.

As everyone knows, the agile warrior is good against the magic type. Everyone could predict the attack methods, but Hou Mingming started a stationary output with Wen Ren Tie.

Every now and then, Hou Mingming would petrify him, and Wen Ren Tie would occasionally be surrounded by water mist, indicating that both of their attacks were mixed with control-type star techniques.

In the end, the handsome guy Wen Ren Tie, with his long ponytail, was defeated!

A magic type!

He was defeated by a battle type who just stood there and didn't use magic!

The audience cheered and whistled, and the atmosphere was much more explosive than when Jiang Xiao won the match.

So far, all three members of Imperial Capital have advanced to the top 16, and after Hou Mingming left the field, the competition for the top 16 became more and more anxious.

Everyone's level was similar. As seed players from their respective schools and regions, they had of course been carefully studied by their opponents, and everyone knew all the routines.

It was precisely because of their similar levels that the fight was more exciting and more anxious.

The female tree god Xin Ai'an advanced, and the two rivals Yu Jin and Wu Xiaojing also advanced. Jiang Xiao really hoped that his next match would be against Yu Jin.

He was obviously playing tricks on the field, relying on his space-type star techniques, defending and dodging, and the female magic god on the opposite side was about to be cried by him...

Dealing with this kind of player, just raise your hand and silence him!

One shot to the soul!

In fact, Jiang Xiao had always had an interesting idea. If he really fought Yu Jin, and he avoided the damage, um, for example, in order to avoid the heavy rain of injured tears, he hid in the space and became an old Yu dog...

Could Jiang Xiao stick to the place where his space gate opened and open a Disaster Shadow of Yu, trying to keep the two space gates close together?

Then what?

Wouldn't this kid be unable to get out?

Walking forward is the Disaster Shadow of Yu, walking backward is his own space. He was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to transmit the sound of admitting defeat, right?

As long as Jiang Xiao's Disaster Shadow of Yu continued to exist, Yu Jin could only enter the Disaster Shadow of Yu first, then immediately close his own space door, and then walk out again.

If Jiang Xiao found out in time, the moment Yu Jin stepped into the Disaster Shadow of Yu, he would directly close the door. Would that be all set?

Hey? Not bad?

This trick of imprisoning *py* can be tested on other battlefields in the future.

Jiang Xiao quietly watched the field, and these fierce and anxious, and even slightly long matches, were finally broken by the last player!

The officials have been collecting data. In the battles from 32 to 16, the average match time was about 16 minutes and 30 seconds.

And this last player to take the stage was one of the fist and foot masters in this competition, from Zhongyuan Province Star Warrior University: Xie Yan.

Xie Yan had neat short hair, and his height and figure were similar to Zhao Wenlong. He was about 188 in height, with wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and an inverted triangle shape, which was extremely pleasing to the eye.

Different from Zhao Wenlong in his white clothes and white boxing belt, Xie Yan wore black camouflage, and although his fists were also wrapped in boxing belts, they were black.

In Xie Yan's body, Jiang Xiao finally verified that sentence: Agile warriors have always come from the Central Plains since ancient times.

From the moment the competition started, black flames burned on Xie Yan's body, and a cluster of dark fist flame star maps bloomed on his chest.

Faint shadows also scattered around Xie Yan's body. This was another great fighter who studied the assassination-type star technique!

So... after fighting until now, in the 32 and 16 rounds, under the sand washing, the star techniques of the people who truly remained should show two extremes.

Either they were extremely precious and rare, like the Platinum Chongming Pupil series of star techniques of Wu Yao and the others. Because their family members worked in special other dimensions, they received this benefit.

Or the star techniques overlapped. The most powerful and best combination of star techniques that could be found on the market might appear on multiple contestants at the same time.

This Xie Yan's skills and star techniques also seemed to be infinitely compatible with the star map.

After just 3 minutes and 35 seconds, Xie Yan's opponent burst into tears, his face twisted, and in the hoarse cry, Xie Yan ended the noisy enemy with one punch.

Although Xie Yan was from the Central Plains, Jiang Xiao recognized this kind of black flame star technique, which should have come from the Black Rock Mountain system in Imperial Capital.

The double blow to the body and mind did disrupt the opponent's formation and led to a complete defeat.

However, Jiang Xiao did not see any strangeness on Xie Yan's face.

Even Song Chunxi, who was as strong as her, had endured the pain of the black flame for many years, and her face was also ferocious when using such star techniques.

But this Xie Yan...

Was he a fist master without emotion?

Zhao Xiaobai was better, at least he could accompany him to poop together.

This Xie Xiaobai... was too scary, right?