Blustering Immortalization Spell

"Incredible, incredible! A martial artist at the first level of the Mortal Realm actually managed to endure for such a long time under the hands of a martial artist at the third level of the Mortal Realm. Moreover, this Pan Xing isn't an ordinary martial artist at the third level of the Mortal Realm …"

He rubbed his chin, which was full of white sideburns, and spoke with a rough and rough voice.

"If I'm not wrong, this little kid called Ling Yan already possesses around 1500 jins of strength at this stage. The strength of a Body Cultivator at the same level is only about 700 to 800 jins. That directly doubles it!"

The elder hammer had a surprised look in his eyes as he exclaimed, "Plus, he even comprehended fist wind. His perception is truly heaven-defying. If he didn't comprehend the fist wind and cancel Pan Xing's saber energy while dodging, he would have already lost."

"Hehe, this kid's physique is amazing, and his perception is also heaven-defying. Pan Xing was careless in the beginning, but from the looks of it, he'll be defeated in less than thirty seconds. Pan Xing is destined to be the number one student in this year's freshmen assessment.

"Moreover, Pan Xing's martial talent is medium fifth-grade, whereas that Ling Yan's martial talent is not even third grade. It's hard to imagine what kind of achievements he will have in the future. Even if Ling Yan entered Crimson Nimbus Martial School, without good cultivation resources, the gap between him and Pan Xing will only grow larger and larger!"

The tyrannical old man firmly stood on the side of his own prospective disciple. Moreover, this was the truth.

Even though the blade-wielding tyrannical old man said this, the other elders didn't say anything.

While the talent of a martial artist was important, it was not impossible for him to improve. However, perception was something that he was born with and was destined to never change.

In a situation where one's martial arts talent was mediocre, a talented genius could also become an expert.

They were also very hesitant. If Ling Yan's martial talent was a little higher, even if he had only reached the low-grade third-grade, if he had offended Elder Rong Yi, they would still fight for him.

However, it was a pity. If Ling Yan were to be defeated in this stage, there would be no fate for him to be at Crimson Nimbus Martial School.

If that was the case, then Elder Rong's side would lose this little seedling.

All of the elders thought of this and could not help but turn their heads to look at the silent red-haired Yi.

"Don't look at this old man with such sympathetic eyes. The match is not over yet!" Rong Yi said expressionlessly.

At this moment, Rong Yi was in a terrible mood. No, it should be said that ever since Ling Yan had gone against Pan Xing, his mood had instantly turned sour.

There were only about twenty people left in arena number four. If Ling Yan was facing other martial practitioners in this match, then even if he met Pan Xing next time and lost, he would still be able to enter the top one hundred places of the Crimson Nimbus Martial School.

And now, just before the door was about to open, he made a move. Damn it!

Rong Yi's hands subconsciously tightened. His eyes darkened, and his expression turned cold. A faintly discernable tyrannical aura was emitted from his body unsteadily, as if he was on the verge of erupting.

When the domineering old man saw this scene, he sneered. However, he did not let this matter get the better of him. In his heart, he was quite satisfied. If he did not take into consideration his status as an elder, he would have laughed out loud.

Didn't you feel very proud just now? But now, you should be regretting to death, haha.

For a moment, even Pan Xing had been overshadowed by Ling Yan, who had been highly regarded by Elder Rong Yi. But now, with the end of his good fortune, he had met Pan Xing and been directly eliminated!

The blade-wielding tyrannical elder had a smile on his face, his mood instantly becoming joyous.