Chapter 155
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"Seven-colored Fire Rune?"
Elder Yang's eyes were a bit sluggish. Seeing Elder Yang's expression, the red-haired Elder laughed loudly.
"This is the leader of the Candle Flame Sect for this trial. His name is Yan Xuan."
"Xuan Yan, come and greet Elder Yang and the other disciples of the Martial Victory Academy."
When the red-haired Elder mentioned Yan Xuan's name, his tone was filled with pride.
Yan Xuan walked out from behind the red-haired Elder and said calmly.
"Yan Xuan greets Elder Yang."
As for the Wu Sheng Academy's disciples, Yan Xuan's eyes were filled with disdain after he swept his gaze over them. He didn't say a word.
"Yan Xuan, it's him."
"How arrogant!"
"Is this guy Yan Xuan, the Divine Emperor of the Candle Flame Sect?"
"Seven-colored Fire Rune. This guy's talent is terrifying. Legend has it that the ancestors of the Candle Flame Sect had the bloodline of the ancient Brilliant Tribe. This guy has awakened the most powerful Seven-colored Fire Rune!"
When the disciples of the Martial Victory Academy heard Yan Xuan's name, they thought of some rumors about him.
In the Martial Victory Nation, there were many geniuses in the other four sects other than the Martial Victory Academy.
Yan Xuan, who looked cold and arrogant, was a well-known genius in the Candle Flame Sect. He had reached the peak of the Divine Sea Realm before the age of twenty. He was definitely a genius among geniuses.
"Brother Yang, Brother Yan, are you here already?"
Another hearty voice sounded in the sky. Then, a gust of wind suddenly swept over.
Figures descended from the raging wind, and the middle-aged man in the lead walked out with a big smile on his face.
"Wind Perch Technique."
"The disciples of the Aeolus Sect are here too."
Behind the Wind Perch Technique, there were fifteen disciples of the Aeolus Sect.
These disciples of the Aeolus Sect came with the wind. The most powerful technique in the Aeolus Sect was the Wind Manipulation Technique.
These disciples of the Aeolus Sect were not weaker than the inner disciples of the Martial Victory Academy.
Although the Martial Victory Academy is the strongest force in the Martial Victory Nation, it seems like the disciples of the four sects are not weaker than the Martial Victory Academy.
Chu Fengmian thought to himself.
Regardless of whether it was Yan Xuan or the disciples of the Aeolus Sect, Chu Fengmian could feel that they were all extraordinary.
In particular, the young man standing behind the Phoenix Perch technique was extremely powerful.
Like Xuan Yan, he also had the strength of the peak of the Divine Sea Realm. Chu Fengmian could feel that this young man was still hiding his strength. His true strength might be enough to reach the Wind Controlling Realm.
The young man took a step forward and said.
"Aeolus Sect, Feng Shaoqing. Greetings, Elders, Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers."
Feng Shaoqing's tone wasn't as cold and arrogant as Yan Xuan's. However, Chu Fengmian could see that Feng Shaoqing didn't put anyone else in his eyes when he spoke.
These geniuses had always been extremely prideful. How could they not have some pride?
Especially among this generation of inner sect disciples at the College of Wusheng, the one with the highest realm was only at the sixth level of the Spirit Sea Realm.
"So he is Feng Shaoqing."
"Although his appearance is ordinary, Feng Shaoqing's strength is not inferior to Yan Xuan's."
"The four major sects have developed rapidly in the past ten years. Now, their disciples are able to compete with the College of Wusheng. They might even surpass the College of Wusheng this year!"
Looking at Feng Shaoqing's indifferent eyes, the disciples of the College of Wusheng were furious. However, no one dared to speak out.
No one dared to.
None of them could be Feng Shaoqing's opponent.
It would be foolish to stand out if one didn't have the strength.
"Yan Xuan and Feng Shaoqing should be the geniuses of the Candle Flame Sect and the Aeolus Sect. I wonder who are the people from the Three Immortal Island and the Cold Snow Pavilion?"
Looking at Xuan Yan and Feng Shaoqing, Chu Fengmian's battle intent surged out from his silent heart.
These two were Chu Fengmian's strong opponents. It seemed like the Sacred Ground Trial wasn't as simple as Chu Fengmian had imagined.
"Bang!"
While everyone was talking, a loud sound suddenly rang out.
Not far away, a crack was forcefully torn open in the space, forming the shape of a gate.
"The Profound Immortal Gate!"
"It's the artifact of the Three Immortal Island's Array Sect! The Profound Immortal Gate that can break space! "
The door broke through space and suddenly appeared. Countless disciples walked out from it.
"The disciples of the Three Immortal Island!"
The Three Immortal Island could be considered the most mysterious of the four great sects. It was said that no one knew the location of the Three Immortal Island.
If the disciples of the Three Immortal Island wanted to enter the sect, they had to use the Profound Immortal Gate, the Profound Immortal Gate, to cross space.
Therefore, it was rumored that the strength of the Three Immortal Island was much stronger than that of the College of Wusheng.
"Everyone, sorry to keep you waiting."
A man took the lead and walked out of the Door of Immortal Mystery. Behind the man were the disciples of the Three-Immortal Island in white.
The disciples of the Three Immortal Island had always been indifferent and didn't like fighting. Even the man in the lead had a calm expression. He glanced at the crowd and greeted them.
"So it's Island Master Fang."
The red-haired elder, Elder Yang, and Feng Qi Shu looked over and bowed.
"It's the Island Master of the Three Immortal Island, Fang Xiandao."
"It seems that the Three Immortal Island also places great importance on the trial of the Holy Land."
Countless voices were discussing. Fang Xiandao was at the same level as the dean of the College of Wusheng. Naturally, everyone was shocked and excited when they saw him.
Chu Fengmian could also see that Fang Xiandao's strength was extremely terrifying. It was enough to surpass Elder Chen. He was a terrifying existence with half a foot in the Divine Power Realm.
Half-step Saint was the name given to martial artists with such strength.
Although they hadn't become Saints, they were far beyond the peak of the Wind Resisting Realm. They were called half-step Saints.
"Go and greet them."
Fang Xiandao looked at a young man behind him and said indifferently.
"Yes."
The man stepped forward and said.
"Fang Xiandao's disciple, Fang Xuanji, greets the elders, senior brothers, and junior brothers."
Fang Xuanji glanced at the crowd without any change in his eyes.
It wasn't an act. It was just that he didn't care.
Fang Xiandao's disciples only pursued the Martial Dao. They didn't care about anything else.
"Fang Xuanji, I've never heard of this name before. But his aura isn't any weaker than Yan Xuan and Feng Shaoqing."
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