Destined Martial Lord

As the curtains opened on the competition for the spots, the martial arts practice field erupted with noise. However, a dramatic scene appeared on the stage.

Two hours had already passed. Qin Ji Song sat on the stage and released a wave of aura that prevented strangers from approaching him. There was no one who would challenge him.

On the other hand, on Fan Zhan Yang's side, there were already six disciples who had challenged him, but Fan Zhan Yang had indeed become much stronger. He had not lost even one match out of six, and he had only won for a short period of time, which was enough to prove his strength.

"Alright, it's time to wake these newbies up. Do you really think that you can get a place in the academy for your first year?" Don't let them look down on us old people. "

Below the arena, Qing Quan said to Xi Men Bo who was standing beside him.

"Yes, senior. I will let them know that the entrance slots will only belong to us seniors. As for the newcomers, just wait obediently in line at the back!" "Hahaha …"

Xi Men Bo laughed loudly and flew up onto the stage, issuing a challenge to Fan Zhan Yang.

As one of the three prodigies of the inner sect, Xi Men Bo was indeed very strong. Even though Fan Zhan Yang's body was covered in flames and the sun was burning brightly, he was still quickly at a disadvantage. Xi Men Bo was like an agile ape, constantly moving up and down the stage.

In the end, Fan Zhan Yang was lashed by a rattan whip from Xi Men Bo, and knocked off the stage.

"Humph!" A rookie needed to have the posture that a rookie should have. It was fine as long as they trained honestly. It was fine to just watch the competition! Which one of us old men wouldn't take years to get this chance to study in the Azure Cloud Sect? You all are thinking too simply! "

Xi Men Bo gave a cold snort to Fan Zhan Yang, who had fallen off the stage. How could he not know the thoughts of the heaven's pride level experts like Fan Zhan Yang and Long Yuan, just like how he was back then.

Initially, he had been very ambitious, thinking that he would definitely be able to win a spot in the Profound Heaven Sect with his talent. However, he was quickly slapped in the face by the ice-cold reality and defeated by the disciples of the older generation!

There were too few spots. Over the years, there had been quite a few people who had the same idea as them. However, there were almost no new disciples who had truly succeeded, as most of the spots were taken by the older disciples.

And this year, it was finally his turn to have one. Qing Quan had already made it clear that he wouldn't participate in the competition for the placings. Besides his biggest opponent, Ye Fan, there was no one else who could take away the placings from his hands!

"Damn it!"

Fan Zhan Yang growled in frustration, but there was nothing he could do. After all, he wasn't strong enough, so he could only bitterly return to his seat.

Ye Fan also frowned slightly. Although he didn't have a good impression of Fan Zhan Yang, he wasn't bad either. Being insulted like this really made him feel very unhappy. After all, everyone was a fellow disciple. Xi Men Bo's words were meant for their own ears.

After Ximen Bo went up on stage, the number of people who challenged him became a lot fewer. However, there were some people who wanted to get a placing to challenge him. However, in the end, all of them failed.

Aside from a few old disciples, the three prodigies of the inner sect had already become the most powerful disciples of the Mysterious Sky Sect.

After all, once they were twenty-five years old, most people would choose to leave the clan and live their lives. There were very few people who stayed in the sect, and even if they stayed in the sect, their status would change and they would no longer be disciples.

Soon, the number of challengers became fewer and fewer. In the end, the two of them just stood there on the stage, not being defeated at all.

"Senior Brother Long Yuan is asking for advice!"

Long Yuan finally made his move as he flew up to Ximen Bo's stage with steady steps. Clearly, he had already adjusted his condition to its peak.

Ye Fan couldn't help but smile. Murong Xin'er, who was sitting next to him, seemed like she was just watching for fun. After all, the two of them both had an official disciple spot, so there was no need to fight for it anymore.

"Long Yuan, I heard that among this year's disciples, besides Ye Fan, you're the strongest. I've always wanted to fight with you, but unfortunately, I haven't had the chance."

Xi Men Bo looked at Long Yuan and his eyes narrowed into slits. He could feel an aura coming from Long Yuan's body. It was a kind of aura that was like an abyss that made him very uncomfortable.

"There's no doubt that my boss is the strongest. As for whether or not I'm second, it's hard to say."

Long Yuan looked at Ximen Bo and pulled out the long blade on his back. Facing one of the three prodigies, Ximen Bo, he had to go all out.

"Oh? Is there anyone stronger than you? "

From what he knew, this year's new disciples only had a few outstanding ones.

"Our eldest sister-in-law is stronger than me. Who knows, even my eldest brother might not be a match for her."

Long Yuan laughed in a low voice. He held the blade horizontally as his eyes flashed with a breathtaking cold light.

"Hur hur, how interesting!"

Xi Men Bo smiled coldly and a cane whip appeared in his hand. His battle spirit seemed to be related to plants.

"Whiz!"

Long Yuan's eyes froze. He stomped his feet and his body was already crippled. The blade in his hand slashed down at Xi Men Bo!

Swish!

Xi Men Bo waved the rattan whip in his hand towards the floating Dragon Yuan. As if the rattan whip had a life of its own, it instantly wrapped around Long Yuan's waist!

"Get down here!"

Xi Men Bo gave a low roar and suddenly pulled, and Long Yuan's body suddenly fell down!