Chaoxian Palace.
After Chang Ji saw that the wax pills in the box had been taken out by all the disciples, he put away the black wooden box and the white scroll and said: "All disciples will keep the wax pills separately and gather in the square in front of the temple. Remember, the exchange of wax pills is strictly prohibited. If found, cancel it." Qualification for the imperial examination!"
"yes!"
All the disciples responded in unison, slowly left the main hall and walked towards the square along the jade steps. They saw that nine stages had been temporarily set up on the square. Each stage was ten feet square and very spacious. Under the stage, each stood a man. The elders, either male or female, all with bright heads and pale faces, and immortal demeanor, couldn't help but start talking.
"Brother Huang, I just made an observation. Senior Brother Wu was assigned to Arena No. 1. Senior Brother Liu and Senior Brother Zhao were in Arena No. 7 and 8 respectively. How many arenas have you been assigned to? Especially against three senior brothers. Bar?"
"Brother Ma is really talking about it. I am in the first arena, and my opponent in the first game is Senior Brother Wu..."
"Ah, then just ask for your blessings. I heard that Senior Brother Wu is cruel and ruthless. If you can't do it, just give up. But don't end up disabled!"
"Oh, that's all we have to do. I don't know what ring number Brother Ma is in?"
"Hey, No. 5."
"Brother Ma is really lucky. Except for the 1, 2, 3, 7 and 8 arenas, there are no strong opponents in the other arenas this time. If Brother Ma gets a top eight ranking and gets the Mirror-Breaking Pill, he will be proud of Master Yan!"
…
While the disciples were discussing, there was movement in the Chaoxian Palace.
Seven black-clothed disciples were seen walking out of the main hall, and seven jade chairs and wooden cases were placed on the jade steps. The headmaster Zhong Liqing and the elder Zhi Ming walked out and took their seats according to the seats in the hall.
Then seven more boys in green clothes walked out of the hall, holding tea in their hands and placing it on the wooden table.
Zhong Liqing waved his hand and said, "Let's get started."
"Yes." Chang Ji turned around and shouted below, "The imperial examination begins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the elders from the various directions of the arena began to shout.
"No. 1, No. 2, go to the ring to compete."
"No. 9, No. 10, go to the No. 2 ring to compete."
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As the words fell, the disciple in the crowd who held the wax pill with the corresponding number stepped forward, and after being verified by the elders of the palace examination, walked onto the ring.
When Wu Tian appeared in the first competition, he undoubtedly became the focus of everyone's attention. His opponent was the disciple named Huang who was just discussed. Standing on the ring at this time, no matter in appearance, temperament, or cultivation, he was obviously different from Wu Tian. difference.
"If everything is ready, let the competition begin." said the elder of the Palace Examination in the audience.
"Wait...wait a moment, I admit..."
Before he finished speaking, Wu Tian waved the folding fan in his hand, turning into an overwhelming wave of air that hit the chest of the disciple surnamed Huang like a plumb bob.
The disciple surnamed Huang flew backwards, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and fell to the outside like a kite with a broken string. His face turned pale, and he pointed angrily at Wu Tian and said the word "you". He fainted on the spot, triggering the scene. The disciples who were watching the battle let out a sigh of relief.
"You ants can just be spectators down there." After saying that, Wu Tian walked down the ring calmly and elegantly.
On the jade steps, Zhong Liqing nodded and said: "As expected of Senior Brother Huangfu's disciple, his level of cultivation is already above that of Senior Nephew Zhao and Senior Nephew Liu, but this method is a bit excessive."
Huangfu Tu stroked his beard and said: "My disciple is extremely talented, so he is inevitably a little arrogant, but when it comes to cultivation, I'm afraid he is still not as good as Senior Brother Zhi Ming's new disciple. I heard that after five years of training, he has already practiced Eight levels of Qi.”
"Oh?" Zhong Liqing frowned, looked at Elder Zhi Ming and said, "Senior Brother Zhi Ming has a new disciple, why haven't I heard him mention it before?"
Huangfu Tu sneered and said: "Junior brother, I don't know. The origin of Senior Brother Zhi Ming's disciple is not simple. He is a descendant of the You clan. Senior brother cherishes him very much. He usually doesn't let others come into contact with him, so very few people in the sect know about it. .”
"You Clan..." Zhong Liqing's face became solemn and he said, "If this is true, then this should be a major event for me at Fengqi Mountain. Senior Brother Zhiming has not announced it to the outside world. I wonder what his plan is?"
Elder Zhi Ming picked up the fragrant tea and calmly took a sip while looking at the five people around him, and said: "The You clan and I, Fengqi Mountain, have been neighbors to each other for thousands of years. The development of our sect is inseparable from You clan. Clan’s help in the past, if his identity is made public, it may cause shock to the sect and even the entire world of immortal cultivation. Junior brother has been the leader for so many years, so he should know the benefits and risks involved."
There was a hint of chill in Zhong Liqing's words when he heard Elder Zhi Ming's words. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "That's all, senior brother Zhi Ming puts the sect first, and I should trust him. But where is that senior nephew now?"
Huangfu Tu pointed at a young man in white next to Liu Huang in the crowd and said, "Junior brother, please look, it's him."
At the same time, above the square, Cen Yun was still immersed in Wu Tian's competition and could not recover for a long time.
Liu Huang touched his shoulder, glanced in the direction of Arena No. 9, and said, "Junior brother, it's your turn to play."
Cen Yun was stunned for a moment, and then he heard the voice of the palace test elder coming from the direction of Arena No. 9: "No. 67, No. 67, I'll shout ten times. If you don't go on stage to compete, it will automatically count as giving up and admitting defeat!"
Liu Huang smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, just go ahead."
Cen Yun nodded, walked to the direction of Arena No. 9, and handed the wax pill to the elder of the palace exam.
The elder was just about to shout the last word "ten" when he suddenly saw Cen Yun hand over the wax pill. After taking a look, his face was full of displeasure, but he still suppressed his anger and groaned: "Let's compete in the ring. "
Cen Yun put away the wax pills and walked onto the ring. He saw a strong young man standing opposite him, with dark skin and resolute eyes. He looked at him with a smile, clasped his fists and said, "I'm Chu Xing, Naishi." The elder’s disciple.”
"Cen Yun, I have met Senior Brother Chu." Cen Yun returned the greeting.
Chu Xing smiled and said: "Don't worry, Senior Brother Zhao has told me that you are still young and it is your first time to participate in the palace examination. When you compete, I will try to be gentler."
Cen Yun frowned and looked at the crowd in the distance.
I saw Zhao Lizheng watching Dong He's competition under the No. 3 ring. The battle was in full swing and the audience was very lively. On the other hand, here, the popularity was deserted. Except for the elders of the imperial examination and the two opponents in the No. 9 ring, there was not even a single cheering person. nothing.
"I'm telling you, do you two want to compete or not? If not, get out of here!" At this moment, the elder in the audience looked angry and yelled.
Cen Yun turned his head and said to Chu Xing: "Thank you very much, Senior Brother Chu, for your kindness. Please use all your strength, Senior Brother Chu. Don't worry!"
Chu Xing was stunned. Although Cen Yun's cultivation relied on pills, he was at the eighth level of Qi refining like himself. He was obviously looking down upon him when he said those words.
He nodded, took out a black sledgehammer weighing a thousand kilograms, held it in his hand with an iron chain attached to the end, and said: "Junior brother Cen, be careful!"
After saying that, he swung the black sledgehammer and hit Cen Yun.
Cen Yun threw out a magic talisman, and an earth wall immediately formed on the ring. The black sledgehammer hit it and smashed it into pieces.
Chu Xing pulled hard, and the black sledgehammer was pulled back like a toy and kept spinning above his head. The strong air flow formed an invisible barrier around him, and he aimed at Cen Yun and threw the black sledgehammer over again.
Cen Yun didn't dare to be careless. He made a sword gesture with his hand, and black energy suddenly appeared. The ink shadow was like a dragon coming out of the sea, attacking the black sledgehammer head-on.
Bang!
The two weapons collided, and the black sledgehammer and Mo Ying flew back at the same time. The two disciples and the palace examiner elders who were watching the battle were startled and looked at Mo Ying looming in the black air.
"It's actually Mo Ying. Isn't this Senior Brother Liu's special spiritual weapon?"
"It seems that Senior Brother Liu has passed this weapon on to him, but how can his cultivation base that relied on pills compare with Brother Chu's actual cultivation base? Let's wait and see!"
The two disciples in the audience whispered.
Chu Xing looked at the black sledgehammer in his hand, and saw a neat and sharp sword mark facing the sky. No wonder Cen Yun had the confidence to fight with him. It turned out that he had a second-level top-grade spiritual weapon in his hand.
Thinking of this, Chu Xing didn't care about the spiritual weapon. He pinched the magic formula and sent a spiritual force from his body into the black sledgehammer. A blazing fire immediately appeared on the sledgehammer and hit Cen Yun.
Cen Yun waved his right hand, and Mo Ying disappeared into the invisible. At the same time, he used the feather movement technique to avoid the flaming hammer and pounced with his bare fists.
Seeing this, Chu Xing hurriedly pulled back the sledgehammer and kept rotating it around him, forming a barrier of flames to block Cen Yun from outside. His eyes quickly scanned for traces of Mo Ying.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Cen Yun's mouth, and he used his sword skills. Mo Ying suddenly appeared behind Chu Xing, and stabbed him with a sword from his vest.
Chu Xing was shocked, turned around and hurriedly rolled up the iron chain to resist, but was smashed by Mo Ying's sword. The sledgehammer flew out of his hand, and was caught in the air by the elder of the palace examiner in the audience and threw it aside.
Seeing this opportunity, Cen Yun rushed forward, grabbed Chu Xing's hands, preventing him from using spells and spiritual weapons, and pushed him towards the ink shadow that shone coldly behind him.
Chu Xing's face turned purple, and he felt that Cen Yun was like a ferocious beast. He was so strong that even his body, which had been engaged in forging for many years, could not compete with him. He had to be pressed step by step towards Mo Ying behind him. He was so shocked that he was sweating coldly. Liu hurriedly shouted: "I give up, I give up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the elder in the audience said: "No. 66 surrenders, No. 67 wins!"
Hearing this, Cen Yun loosened his hands, retracted Mo Ying, clasped his fists and said, "Senior Brother Chu, I accept."
Chu Xing breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the opponent had not used all his strength, otherwise he had just controlled Mo Ying to attack from the front and back, and his head was already missing. He cupped his fists and said: "Junior Brother Cen is as powerful as a god, I'm going to surrender!"
After saying that, he walked down the ring with regret on his face. The two people watching were dumbfounded and Shi He was so angry that his face was livid.
Zhongli Qing chuckled and said, "I didn't expect that the weapon of fame that Master Danyan and Brother Ming forged back then has been passed down to him now. It seems that this palace examination will be interesting."
"Hmph, the foundation is not stable, even if there is a second-level spiritual weapon, what's the use!" Shi Feng snorted coldly.
Zhong Liqing shook his head and said: "Otherwise, judging from this disciple's performance, his cultivation level is already higher than that of most inner sect disciples, but there is a murderous aura hidden in his Dantian. This does not seem to be my Feng Qishan's technique. Could it be that it was passed down by Senior Brother Zhiming?"
Elder Zhi Ming said calmly: "All things are born with their own destiny. As elders, we are on the right path. As long as the disciples do not betray the interests of the sect or harm others, we cannot interfere, otherwise we will violate the teachings of our ancestors."
Hearing these words, Zhong Liqing couldn't help but fall into silence, because these words undoubtedly touched the deepest scars in the hearts of everyone present.
