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Ying Tianzong's food was pretty good. Even the food for the trial takers contained spiritual energy. The Ancestral Realm was worthy of its name. If this was the Mortal World, perhaps only the core disciples of the great sects and great clans could enjoy this kind of food!
The Primogenitor Realm's spiritual energy was the densest out of all the places Gu Fei had ever seen.
Even if the people here didn't cultivate, they could still live up to one or two hundred years old. The lifespan of cultivators was very long. It should be known that under the nourishment of spiritual energy, even a blade of grass could transform into a spiritual medicine!
Soon, everyone was full, and then they walked towards the square.
Gu Fei and Yang Zhan also arrived at the square. In the center of the square, there was actually a three zhang tall platform, and above the square, there was a cloud of Qi.
On top of the clouds sat twelve immortals in purple feather robes. These immortals were high up in the sky, surrounded by immortal light as if they had merged with the Great Dao of heaven and earth.
They were the twelfth elder of the Ying Tian Courtyard.
Even though the 12th Elder was just sitting on the cloud and did not exude any immortal might, everyone was still very cautious in front of him, not daring to be careless.
At this time, the challengers in the plaza were already stunned by the immortal atmosphere of Ying Tian Courtyard.
The trial-takers were all ordinary people, and the highest cultivation level among them was only a Half-step Immortal. When had they ever seen such a scene?
At this moment, a figure directly leaped down from the divine mountain high up in the sky. He stepped on a rainbow-colored immortal cloud and landed on the high platform at the center of the square.
"Greetings, Eldest Senior Brother!"
All the white-robed disciples in the square bowed towards the figure on the high platform. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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Even the twelfth elder, who was squatting on the cloud, stood up.
"Junior Brothers, there's no need to be so polite!"
The young white-robed Immortal on the high platform said with a smile.
The cultivators in the square were dumbfounded.
"New Junior Brothers and Sisters, I am your Eldest Senior Brother, Shangguan Feixiong. Next will be your second trial. More accurately, it will be an arena competition."
"In this competition, the top twelve will be able to become an elder's disciple. Below the top twelve but above the top two hundred will be able to become a true disciple."
"However, I have a piece of bad news for you. Among the green-robed disciples in the monastery, all disciples below the Immortal God Realm can participate in the competition."
Shangguan Feixiong said.
"What …"
As soon as Shangguan Feixiong's words fell, the Trial Takers in the plaza went into an uproar.
"Eldest Senior Brother, this is very unfair to us!"
Someone shouted at Shangguan Feixiong.
"That's right, those green robed senior brothers have been cultivating in the sect for so long, how could we possibly be their match?" A fat cultivator said.
Shangguan Feixiong was still smiling as he looked at the Trial Takers below the stage, "As long as you guys are outstanding enough, even those green-robed Junior Brothers who entered the sect earlier than you won't be your match."
"Unless you're not stunning enough."
Shangguan Feixiong continued.
"This …"
Everyone was speechless.
"Alright, now let's talk about the rules of the competition."
Shangguan Feixiong intentionally paused for a moment.
Everyone's ears pricked up.
"What I want to say is, the rules of the competition are that there are no rules. You will fight until you can no longer fight. Not only will you win, but you will also die. This will also give you a chance to settle your grudges."
As Shangguan Feixiong spoke, his expression gradually became solemn.
In the cultivation world, the strong preyed on the weak. Although Ying Tian Sect's method of selecting disciples was cruel, it was also the most effective.
Everyone was listening quietly.
"Alright, I hereby announce the start of the competition."
After saying that, Shangguan Feixiong soared into the sky and arrived in front of the twelfth elder. He bowed to the twelfth elder and sat down below him.
This Shangguan Feixiong was the eldest disciple of the Hall Master, and also the Eldest Senior Brother of Ying Tian Courtyard. His cultivation and battle prowess were comparable to some of the twelve elders.
At this moment, everyone below the stage stared at each other, and no one went up.
One must know that this was a duel of life and death without any rules. The loser would either be injured, or die.
"Haha … a bunch of cowards. If you don't go up, then I will!"
Right at this moment, a burst of laughter resounded, and then waves of tremors came from the ground as a figure the size of a small mountain charged towards the arena. After that, it leaped up and descended onto the arena with a bang, causing the entire arena to shake violently.
Everyone was dumbfounded. They saw that the guy who jumped onto the stage was actually a big fatty, a big fatty dressed in green clothes.
"Isn't this the fatty who cooks in the workshop?"
A disciple in green recognized the fatty.
"It's this fatty. He can really eat. He seems to have put on a lot of weight."
Someone ridiculed.
"Even the people from the workshop are here to participate in the written test?"
Many people were surprised.
"A bunch of cowards, do you dare to spar with me?" The fatty glanced at the crowd below the stage and said disdainfully.
As soon as the fatty finished speaking, a figure rushed onto the stage. It was a young disciple who was participating in the written test. Yang Zhan happened to know him. He was a disciple of the Thunder Clan.
"Come, come, come. If you have any skills, then use them. Otherwise, you won't have a chance."
Fatty waved his hand at the man and said.
"Hmph!"
The disciple from the Thunder Clan moved and immediately disappeared. In the next moment, his figure appeared above the fatty's head and his foot stomped down on the fatty's head.
This was a secret technique of the Thunder Clan called Lightning Force. This secret technique could instantly increase a person's speed to the limit, allowing them to burst out with the fastest speed possible.
The fatty suddenly grinned. His right hand reached up and grabbed the sole of the Thunder Clan disciple's foot.
"What …"
The Thunder Clan disciple was shocked. His left foot also came down on the fatty's head. However, what caused the disciple to collapse was that his left foot was also caught by the fatty.
In the next moment, the fatty swung the Thunder Clan disciple around and ruthlessly smashed him onto the stage.
With just one smash, the Thunder Clan disciple spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
"Tch, a piece of trash!"
Fatty threw the disciple of the Thunder Clan out of the arena as if he was a ragged sack.
Although the fatty didn't kill anyone, the Thunder Clan disciple was already half dead. He would need to recuperate for a period of time before he could recover.
"Who else is there? Come up here for me. Don't be afraid. I won't beat you to death." The fatty said to the crowd below the stage.
"This …"
The crowd was incomparably shocked. The combat strength displayed by the fatty was too strong. It was definitely above the Xiantian realm. Who would dare to challenge this guy? How could they live?
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