As they walked out of the Spiritual Martial Hall, the other disciples remained silent.
After Master announced the names, they were no longer just brothers and sisters. There was competition and conflict of interest between them.
"We only have ten days …"
Feng Hanyue clenched his fists and glanced at Nan Gongfan and Yang Qingshan.
Nan Gongfan and Yang Qingshan had reached the eighth and peak eighth rank respectively. If there were no accidents, the remaining two spots would belong to them.
On the other hand, Feng Hanyue, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei were all at the peak seventh rank.
Zhao Feng's face was calm. He was confident that he could get a spot, but he was worried about Zhao Yufei.
Beside him, Zhao Yufei's clear eyes revealed a trace of sadness. She glanced at him from time to time as if she was reluctant to part with him.
After confirming that she had given up, Zhao Feng sighed in his heart.
Through his left eye, he had a rough estimate of Zhao Yufei's strength. She was between Feng Hanyue and Nan Gongfan, so her chances of getting a spot were slim.
"Zhao Feng! Do you remember our agreement? Let's compete in the Clan. I hope you still have that chance … "
Bei Moi glanced at Zhao Feng with a hint of mockery.
It was obvious that he wasn't optimistic about Zhao Feng's chances of getting a spot.
Firstly, Zhao Feng's talent and cultivation were weaker than Yang Qingshan and Nan Gongfan.
Secondly, with his half-spiritual body, he might not even be able to pass the Clan's test.
Therefore, Zhao Feng's chances of entering the clan and "competing" with him were very slim.
"That day will come."
Zhao Feng's voice was calm and powerful as he left, leaving Nan Gongfan and Yang Qingshan looking at each other.
"Where does this kid get his confidence from? What does he have that he can compete with us?"
Nan Gongfan snickered.
On the other hand, Yang Qingshan's expression was solemn as he looked at Zhao Feng's back.
After the six young geniuses returned home, they began to cultivate in seclusion.
In the last ten days, Feng Hanyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei were all cultivating hard, trying to make a breakthrough.
Nan Gongfan and Yang Qingshan didn't dare to be careless. They used the last ten days to consolidate their cultivation and increase their strength.
The most relaxed person was Bei Moi.
He didn't feel any pressure at all. There was almost no suspense in being selected and entering the sect.
However, he did not relax for two days.
Not long later, Lord Guanjun called him over and the Holy Realm Grandmaster personally guided him in his cultivation. Zhao Feng and the others could not enjoy such treatment.
Therefore, in these ten days, the six geniuses all made breakthroughs and improvements under the pressure.
On the fifth day.
Zhao Feng broke through to the eighth rank of the Martial Path.
He didn't even intentionally try to break through, and just like that, he advanced to the eighth level.
Zhao Feng's focus was still on Silver Wall Incantation. He practiced it tirelessly, and his cultivation was secondary.
On the seventh day.
Feng Hanyue and Zhao Yufei reached the eighth rank on the same day.
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
On the morning of the same day, the six geniuses returned to the Spiritual Martial Hall.
The Spiritual Martial Hall, the martial arts field that was over a hundred yards wide.
Lord Guanjun stood with his hands behind his back and Ye Linyun and the one-armed Third Guard stood on his left and right.
Bei Moi and the other six stood in a line, waiting for their master's orders.
"Not bad."
Lord Guanjun scanned the six disciples and nodded his head in satisfaction.
Now, the six disciples had all reached the eighth rank of the Martial Path.
Bei Moi was at the ninth rank of the Martial Path.
Yang Qingshan and Nan Gongfan were both at the peak of the eighth rank, and the former was at the peak of the eighth rank.
Feng Hanyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei had all reached the eighth rank not long ago.
It could be said that any one of the six of them could look down on an ordinary small city. In the entire Cloud Country, they would all be top talents.
"Master, are you sure about the three spots?"
Ye Linyun asked expectantly.
"I'm pretty sure. I plan to give the three spots to Bei Moi, Yang Qingshan, and Nan Gongfan."
Lord Guanjun said.
Hearing this, Feng Hanyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei's expressions all changed.
On the other hand, Yang Qingshan and Nan Gongfan were full of joy.
Zhao Feng was surprised, he didn't think that Lord Guanjun would make such a decision so easily.
He could see that Lord Guanjun had decided on the spots based on their spiritual bodies.
"Master, aren't you going to give the other three a chance?"
Ye Linyun was surprised.
Third Guard, who had lost an arm, furrowed his eyebrows. This didn't seem like Master's style.
But thinking about it, Master only said 'pretty sure', did he have more to say?
Lord Guanjun smiled faintly, but just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed.
"Who's there!"
Lord Guanjun exclaimed, his voice reverberating around the martial arts field and the nearby halls.
At the same time, his gaze turned towards the garden next to the martial arts field.
"Haha … Senior Master Xu, how have you been!"
A man's laughter sounded from the garden.
Shua!
Like a dragonfly, a young man dressed in a black robe lightly tapped on the flowers and trees and landed on the training field.
This youth was around twenty-seven years old, he had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He was extremely handsome and had an unfathomable aura around him.
He strolled around leisurely, smiling as he looked at Lord Guanjun and then at Bei Moi.
Meeting his eyes, Lord Guanjun's body shook, his expression was solemn as if he was slightly wary.
"This person's clothes …"
Zhao Feng's heart jumped as he stared at the mysterious youth's clothes.
It was a black-striped uniform. At first glance, he felt that it looked familiar.
Soon, the image of the three girls in the canyon appeared in his mind.
The mysterious youth's clothes were exactly the same as the three girls.
"Who dares to barge into the Guanjun Palace's territory?"
Ye Linyun screamed, and a powerful inner strength surged from his body. He was ready to attack.
Ceng!
Almost at the same time, the two Guanjun Corps and the one armed guard beside Lord Guanjun leapt towards the mysterious youth.
"Stop!"
Lord Guanjun's panicked voice sounded in the ears of Ye Linyun and the others.
The three one-armed guards stopped in time, not doubting their master's words at all.
But the other two Guanjun Corps didn't have enough time and their attacks landed on the mysterious youth.
Poof! Poof!
A transparent green light flashed past the bodies of the two Guanjun Guards.
Wu …
The bodies of the two Guanjun Corps who were close to the ninth rank froze as blood flowed out of their throats and they fell to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the two Guanjun Corps had died.
Ye Linyun, Bei Moi and Yang Qingshan didn't even see the mysterious youth's movements.
Because Zhao Feng didn't open his left eye in time, he only saw a blurry figure.
"Thirteenth Guard! Fourteenth Guard! "
The one armed youth's face was red as he stared at the corpses of his two brothers.
Everyone took in a cold breath as they looked at the mysterious youth in shock.
"All of you, back off!"
Lord Guanjun said sternly as he waved his hands to tell everyone to back off.
Bei Moi and the other five disciples hesitated slightly before leaving the Martial Arts Field.
Ye Linyun and the one armed guard stood not far away as they watched.
Only the Guanjun Corps and the mysterious youth were left on the Martial Arts Field.
Everyone held their breaths, and their gazes were fixed on the extraordinarily handsome and mysterious young man.
Who was this person? Why was even Master so afraid of him?
Bei Moi and the other five disciples were filled with questions.
Only Zhao Feng had a certain understanding of the mysterious youth.
"Quan Chen, what is the meaning of this?"
Lord Guanjun stared coldly at the youth in front of him.
"I'm here on behalf of Master to greet Master Xu Ran. I've heard that you've recruited a group of geniuses, so I'm here to check them out."
Quan Chen said casually.
From the beginning until the end, he had been taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard, and he seemed relaxed and at ease.
Master Xu Ran?
Zhao Feng's heart moved as he finally knew Lord Guanjun's real name.
"Thank you for thinking too much! Being the Vice Deacon of the Broken Moon Clan's External Division, I have the right to recommend a few spots for the Clan. Since when does your Master have the right to interfere with my business? "
Lord Guanjun laughed coldly.
As they spoke, the two didn't give way to each other.
Zhao Feng and co. could feel that Lord Guanjun and Quan Chen's Master didn't have a good relationship.
"Hehe, Master broke through to the True Spirit Realm half a year ago and became the only new Elder of the Broken Moon Clan in the last ten years. I'm here on behalf of him, does Martial Uncle have any objections? "
Quan Chen smiled.
True Spirit Realm!
Lord Guanjun's heart shook: "He reached the True Spirit Realm … how could he be so fast!?"
At this point in time, Lord Guanjun couldn't accept this fact.
"You're called Bei Moi right?"
Quan Chen's eyes turned and inspected Bei Moi with interest.
Shua!
With a flash, Bei Moi felt a gust of wind blow towards him.
However, before he could react, a large hand that was as heavy as a thousand catties appeared on his shoulder.
"Let me go …"
Bei Moi's face went red as he tried to struggle, but he found that his Inner Strength had been sealed and he couldn't move.
Stop!
Lord Guanjun leapt over as a wave of silver energy condensed on his arm.
Shua!
The full power attack of a Saint Realm Grandmaster was like a sharp silver blade that slashed towards Quan Chen.
Quan Chen smiled and threw Bei Moi away. He then waved his hand and a net of moonlight appeared in the air and clashed with Lord Guanjun's attack.
Keng …
A bone-piercing shockwave swept out, causing a nearby pavilion to instantly collapse.
A hole several yards wide was left where the two clashed.
Shua Shua!
The two figures floated in midair and clashed at a speed that couldn't be seen by the naked eye.
Peng! Beng! Boom …
The Martial Arts experts at the scene only felt a figure sweeping across the void and the ground. Everywhere he passed, there would be a shocking rumble and a turbulent airwave.
"This is the battle between Holy Realm Cultivators …"
Zhao Feng's left eye could see the exchange between the two and he kept his distance from them, in case he was caught in the crossfire.
Pah — —
At a certain moment, another deafening explosion came from the sky, and two figures floated down in the strong airflow.
"Junior Master, your cultivation hasn't increased in a few years."
Quan Chen landed on the ground with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.
"You …"
Blood leaked out of Lord Guanjun's mouth and his face was pale white as his body shook.
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