C70

At a corner teahouse in the Crimson Nimbus Martial School.

"Hehe, this year's children's willpower is quite good. Fifteen minutes have passed and there are still nearly three thousand people holding on. Several years ago, there weren't even two thousand people left." The white-bearded old man from the Sword Arts Department smiled as he stroked his beard and said.

It's not like three years ago, when not only did Ouyang Yaojuan, a little girl with a sixth-grade martial talent, appear, but also a demon genius whose talent is not comparable to Ouyang Yaojuan's, but her battle prowess is one level higher than Ouyang Yaojuan's. Jiang Bo, two peerless geniuses appeared in the Crimson Nimbus Martial University's freshmen assessment together, which caused a huge sensation at that time.

The domineering old man shook his head, then looked at the old man wearing a black bamboo hat without revealing any emotion. "What a pity, this Jiang Bo chose arcane skills, it really makes us envious."

"Yes, this Jiang Bo is indeed a genius. He has already broken the record for the first round of the freshmen assessment that the Crimson Nimbus Martial School has never done for more than ten years, and now, after three years, he has grown up to become the number one person of the younger generation. In a few years, he will probably reach the Houtian realm and become the youngest Houtian martial artist in the Southern Reaches."

An old man with white sideburns and thick eyebrows and big eyes spoke in a rough voice. His rough face carried a trace of admiration.

"Elder Diao, that's not necessarily true. In terms of training talent, our family's Ouyang Yaojuan is second, but no one is wrong. It's true that Jiang Bo's battle prowess surpasses those of the same level, but Ouyang Yaojuan is not bad either. If anyone wants to break through to the Houtian realm first, it must be Ouyang Yaojuan."

When the white moustached old man from the Sword Arts Department heard the elder's words, he became a little displeased and immediately opened his mouth to argue.

The Axe Division's Old Shou Jie smiled and no longer argued. In any case, those two disciples were not his. There was no point in speaking any further.

Speaking of the records, I'm afraid that no one else in this batch of freshmen will be able to break them. Pan Xing, I think we're still far off from the record for the first stage. The records for the first stage are still around the same level as the records for the first stage.

The blade-like domineering old man pretended to inadvertently glance at the white moustached old man from the Sword Arts Department. His face was full of smiles as he spoke, but there was a hint of intention within his smile.

"Humph!" The white bearded old man from the Sword Arts Department gave a cold snort. He was very angry in his heart, but he had no way to refute him. That was the truth.

Although the difference was only half an incense's time, the temperature inside the illusionary space became more and more terrifying the further one got, to the point where not even a second could withstand it.

Seeing the old sword master being humiliated, the edge of the blade expert's mouth slowly lifted up into a smile.

Suddenly, the blademaster noticed something. The eyes of the body section head, Old Rong Yi, flashed with a bright light as he kept staring in a certain direction with a burning gaze.

Puzzled, he followed the gaze of the tyrannical old man with the sword. Immediately, he saw a handsome young man with determination in his eyes standing there.

With a glance, the old man couldn't see his cultivation. He was shocked. With his level, how could he not see through a youth's cultivation? Then, he thought for a moment and revealed a look of understanding.

Since he was a body refiner, he didn't have much interest in that moment. Out of the eight elders, only the body refiner always chose body refiners.

In the past few years, the Crimson Nimbus Martial School has not had a single practitioner who had trained to the point of death. Without fresh blood, Elder Rong Yi would have probably become a bachelor in a few years. I assume Elder Rong Yi is already hungry. He was unable to endure his thirst any longer. When he saw that a youth with a refined body appeared, his gaze couldn't even shift away.

Moreover, he had long understood the outstanding innate strength of this batch of new students. The young man's appearance was not on the list, so the domineering old man did not take Ling Yan to heart.

The other Elders had also noticed Elder Rong Yi's strange state. However, after seeing that Ling Yan was a body refining martial artist, they all shook their heads and no longer paid any attention to him.

Seeing all the elders peeking at Ling Yan, Rong Yi glanced at them vigilantly.

"Haha, Elder Rong Yi, don't worry. This body refining little fellow is definitely yours. We are not interested." The Saber Arts Tyrant Elder laughed madly and said loudly.

Upon seeing their intentions, Rong Yi grinned, "Very well!"