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Many people were frightened by the fact that there were no rules to the battle. Victory and defeat were decided, and life and death were also decided. In other words, there would be people who would die.
More than a thousand cultivators had passed the trial with great difficulty. Who would want to go up and die?
However, many people were unwilling. If they didn't go up and display their amazing cultivation and talent, they wouldn't be able to attract the attention of the twelve elders.
If they wanted to become an elder disciple of the Primogenitor Mountain Courtyard, one of the thirty-six courtyards, they had to go up to the arena.
However, the most terrible thing was that the green-robed disciples of the Yingtian Courtyard were also qualified to go up to the arena. This made this batch of cultivators feel that it was very unfair.
Ten years was a very long time for mortals. Those green-robed disciples of the Yingtian Courtyard had cultivated for ten years. Even if they weren't Immortals, they were almost there.
Who would dare to say that they could win against these green-robed disciples?
"What, are you all cowards? If you're not a coward, then come up here. "
At this time, the fatty on the arena shouted to everyone below the stage.
"Too arrogant!"
This batch of cultivators were very unhappy. They wished they could throw that fat pig off the arena. However, they had learned their lesson. That unlucky guy from the Thunder Clan was still unconscious.
Yang Zhan was also very angry seeing this scene.
"What, you want to go up and teach that guy a lesson?"
Gu Fei crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at the fatty on the arena. Although this fatty looked very strong, he was only at the mid-level Xiantian realm.
However, this fatty's fat was very shocking. His ability to resist attacks was absolutely amazing.
An ordinary Xiantian cultivator would find it difficult to win against this guy unless they used a weapon. However, not everyone could have a spiritual weapon.
Yang Zhan had a spiritual weapon, Wang Long also had one. Ling Feng was crippled and had been eliminated. It was hard to say whether he could return to his clan or not.
"This batch of disciples doesn't seem to be very good!"
A purple-robed elder sitting high above the clouds shook his head and said.
"It's still too early to say that." The Great Elder said indifferently.
"Senior Brother is right!"
The elder hurriedly said.
The monastery's twelve Elders would accept disciples once every ten years. But only the top twelve disciples from the unruly competition would have a chance to become an Elder's disciple.
It was just a chance. If the twelve elders didn't like the twelve disciples who won, they could choose not to accept disciples. So, whether or not they accepted disciples depended on the mood of the twelve elders.
The Great Elder had the fewest disciples. He only had nine, two more than the Hall Master.
And the one with the most disciples was the twelve elders, with a total of 32 disciples. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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Having many disciples was useless, as the Hall Master only had seven disciples. On the other hand, Shangguan Feixiong alone was enough to sweep through all of the Elders' disciples.
At this time, the Eldest Senior Brother, Shangguan Feixiong, who was sitting right below the Twelfth Elder, looked at the new disciples on the square with a smile on his face. There were still a few good seedlings among this batch of new disciples.
"I'll fight you."
Just at this moment, a loud shout rang out from the square. A figure soared into the sky and landed on the martial stage. He then walked over to the fatty.
This was a cultivator who looked like a seven or eight year old child. But none of the cultivators on the square dared to look down on him. That was because this child-like cultivator had an incomparably domineering nickname: Little Overlord!
"He actually couldn't control his temper?"
Gu Fei couldn't help feeling a bit surprised when he saw that person. Was Feng Yu impulsive? That shouldn't be the case. That fellow had people in the Ying Tian Monastery.
Back when he had first entered the Ying Tian Monastery, Gu Fei had sensed that Feng Yu was together with a Saint King. That Saint King was currently sitting on a cloud in the sky.
The Wind Clan's foundation was truly deep!
Of course, Gu Fei didn't place the Wind Clan in his eyes.
"Hehe, little fellow, I think you should go down. Otherwise, if I accidentally beat you to death, that wouldn't be good." The fatty grinned.
Feng Yu revealed a trace of disdain when he heard that. "With just you? You want to beat me to death? Come and try. "
Feng Yu waved his hand at the fatty with a disapproving expression.
"You're courting death!"
Feng Yu's disdainful gaze deeply hurt the fatty. Both of the fatty's legs pushed against the ground, causing the entire martial stage to shake. In the next moment, his entire body leaped up from the ground like a huge ball and directly smashed towards Feng Yu.
"No way!"
Seeing this scene, everyone below the martial stage was indescribably shocked. This fatty's attack was truly too strange. Could it be that he wanted to use his huge body to smash Feng Yu to death?
Feng Yu stared at the fatty who was smashing down from the sky. The corner of his mouth suddenly revealed a trace of a cold smile. In the next moment, his hands danced and transparent wind blades immediately rushed out from his hands.
Although the wind blades were invisible, when they moved quickly in the void, they emitted a faint sound of breaking through the air.
"This is …"
As the saying goes, once an expert makes a move, one will know whether or not he is an expert. Feng Yu's move immediately shocked the fatty.
The fatty's clothes were instantly cut by the wind blades. When the wind blades landed on the fatty's body, it was as if they were chopping cotton. All of the wind blades were bounced off, unable to harm him at all.
In the next moment, Feng Yu disappeared on the spot like a gust of wind, without a trace.
"Boom!"
The fatty directly smashed into the martial stage, causing the entire martial stage to shake. If it wasn't for the immortal force supporting it, this martial stage would have collapsed.
"Storm Fist!"
Feng Yu's figure appeared in the sky above the fatty. In the next moment, countless fists rained down on the fatty like a violent storm.
"Haha … Come on!"
The fatty laughed heartily.
In the next moment, countless fists instantly smashed onto the fatty's body. Fist marks immediately appeared on the fatty's body and these fist marks directly sank into the fatty's body.
However, in the next moment, these fist marks disappeared and the collapsed fatty's body bounced back. Countless violent fists smashed onto the fatty's body, but it actually felt like they were scratching an itch.
"This …"
Seeing this scene, everyone below the stage was indescribably shocked. This fatty is abnormal.
"Little fella, did you not drink your milk? Go back and drink your milk before coming back! "
As the fatty spoke loudly, he directly stretched out his hand and grabbed towards Feng Yu.
"Wind Tornado!"
Feng Yu's body swayed and an extremely strong gust of wind immediately gushed out from his body, forming a whirlpool that enveloped the fatty.
The strong wind formed a tornado and the fatty's cumbersome body actually staggered because of the wind. In the next moment, the wind suddenly increased and the fatty was directly swept up into the sky.
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