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This young man who had come from a cultivator clan had attracted the attention of Wu Di and the others not because of his identity but because of his cultivation. He had actually already reached the middle stage of Qi Cultivating Stage at the age of fifteen, and with her achievements, she was basically able to determine the list of disciples that could enter the outer sect.

Wu Di was already at the early stage of Qi Cultivating Stage. Compared to ordinary martial artists, he could feel the power flowing out of the bodies of the people from Martial Cultivator. The so-called 'potential' wasn't just about the aura, it was also about the strength and spirit aura.

As a Martial Cultivator, he had to focus on cultivating his strength and spirit at the beginning, and only after reaching a certain level could he cultivate his spirit energy.

Strength relied on hard work, spirit energy relied on talent, and qi training was the basic to becoming a Martial Cultivator. Wu Di had already reached the early stage of Qi Cultivation. This only meant that he had the qualifications to enter the Martial Cultivator world.

"BOOM!" A loud bell rang out, and the three groups of people immediately began to fight to the death.

It was not an exaggeration to say that this was a life and death struggle. The people who came here all carried endless expectations and hoped to become disciples of the Seven Star Mountain. There weren't many opportunities like this, so who would be willing to give up? Thus, they had to put their lives on the line to compete.

Wu Di's gaze was always fixed on the white-clothed youth and the fur-clad youth in the twelfth group. One was at the middle stage of Qi Cultivating Stage and the other was at the peak of the early stage of Qi Cultivating Stage. The difference between the two wasn't really that great.

The youth in white was holding a treasure sword that was glowing with a green light. Although it was inferior to the sword in the sword cultivator's hand, it was still a low-grade magic tool. In the world of ordinary people, this could be considered a pretty good treasure.

The young man's foot tapped lightly on the air, and his body suddenly spun. The white figure disappeared, and there was only a sword in the air. It drew a green streak of light as it stabbed towards the youth's chest.

It was impossible for a person to disappear. As long as one had a certain level of cultivation, they would still be able to see the afterimage of the youth in white. His speed was too fast, which was why he seemed to have disappeared. In fact, he had been rapidly spinning the entire time. Even his treasured sword had turned into a streak of green light.

He had used the most powerful killing move from the very beginning. Such a display of sharpness just showed off the arrogant character of this white-clothed youth.

Wu Di looked very carefully, he was a little worried about the beast skin wearing teenager, who knew that the teenager would suddenly cross his hands in front of his chest, and with a roar, a tornado suddenly appeared on the stage.

Others might not be able to see it clearly, but Wu Di seemed to see a ferocious tiger opening its bloody maw, wanting to swallow the youth in white.

Things happened too quickly, and no one had the time to pay attention to the other two stages. All of their gazes were focused on the two people in the third stage.

When the green light arrived in front of the fur-clad youth, it was blocked by an invisible ball of air. The sword in the youth's hand hovered in the air, while a yellow light shield appeared around the fur-clad youth.

Ah!" The roar sounded out again, and a powerful force caused the youth in white to be sent flying. His feet tapped the ground, and he flew backwards. However, he soon came to a stop at the edge of the arena.

The white-robed youth was unwilling to accept this. He immediately raised his sword and stabbed again. This time, he directly changed his attack style, using his superior speed to arrive behind the fur-clad youth and attack him.

Seeing this, the fur-clad youth didn't hesitate either. He quickly turned around and used his fist to block the enemy's sword. An enormous wave of power caused the sword to be unable to advance even half a step, much less injure the fur-clad youth.

The fur-clad youth saw that he had a chance to make use of this opportunity. He punched out with both of his fists, transforming them into countless fist shadows as he attacked the white-robed youth's chest.

When the white-clothed youth saw this, he also gathered all of his strength into his sword. With a single fierce chop, he sent several sharp blades that seemed to have materialized into reality slashing towards his opponent. The fist shadows and sword shadows clashed and directly canceled each other out.

But here, victory and defeat had to be decided, and as for who could stay, that would depend on Yan Angzhi's judgement.

They still had to fight. However, after several hundred strikes, the outcome was still difficult to determine. However, the two of them were both injured at the same time.

In order to avoid being unable to participate in the rest of the competition, Yan Angzhi finally spoke, "Bai Ze, Mu Lee, you two did well in this competition, let's go to the side to take medicine and rest for the next round."

Bai Ze and Mu Lee did not determine the victor, but the two of them revealed a profound look in their eyes, and they could tell that they were not willing to give up on this kind of judgement.

However, since the person in charge, Yan Angzhi, had already come to their senses, as people who had not even entered the Seven Star Sect, how could they dare to offend an inner sect disciple?

In the sixth round, the daughter of the county magistrate, Yu Hong was among them. The one competing with her was a tall and sturdy teenager, and this combination was simply a combination of a beauty and a wild beast.

However, during the competition, it exceeded everyone's expectations. It was unknown what method Yu Hong used, but in just one move, she threw a burly teenager who was several times her size down the stage, and won the competition.

Seeing these people with extraordinary strength, Wu Di's originally confident heart had already begun to waver. However, he would not give up on his original intention. No matter how strong his opponent was, he could only win and not lose.

Soon enough, it was the seventh match. Wu Di was the twentieth group, so he directly went to the third stage. The person he was facing was actually a skinny youth. His face did not even have two or three parts of it, and he looked like a sickly kid who could die at any time.

Wu Di did not let his guard down just because of his appearance. Because he clearly remembered that this person was called Hei Rong, and was one of the five people who had reached the strength of ten Qilins.

"Brother Wu, please advise." Hei Rong cupped his hands and bowed towards Wu Di. When he smiled, he revealed a mouthful of teeth, giving off a feeling as if he was a deer that was the eyes of a mouse, causing Wu Di to feel uncomfortable.

After the bell sound, Wu Di immediately made his move. That Hei Rong was extremely cunning and did not fight head on with Wu Di from the start. Although he looked ugly, his body was very nimble and he could dodge Wu Di's attacks every single time.

However, this method of stalling for time was not feasible. Just as Wu Di was about to use the [Ascending Dragon Tyrant], Hei Rong also made his move.

The sudden movement of this fellow caused the black aura on both of his arms to rise. With a single glance, one could tell that it was poisonous gas. Wu Di had worked in the medicinal garden for so many years that even though he was not completely familiar with all the poisons, he just so happened to know how highly toxic the black aura on the Black Rong Fist was.

This poison was called "Heart Chasing", it was a poison that could be stored in the human body for refining and nurturing. Once the host used this poison to injure the person, the poison could quickly enter the heart, causing the poison to attack the heart and instantly enter a state of shock.

If one consumed the antidote within an incense's time after being poisoned, their life would be saved. However, most poisons had to be concocted by the poisoner himself, so it was equivalent to a killing weapon.

Wu Di did not want to die on the stage. He had not even achieved his goal, how could he die just like that? Therefore, he planned to use the first stage of Azure Dragon Divine Fist, [Ascending Dragon Tyrant], to defeat his opponent.

"Hehe, Brother Wu, don't blame me. I will give you the antidote after I win. I promise I won't take your life. " The other party revealed a messy set of teeth, laughing in an extremely vulgar manner.

Just as he was speaking, Hei Rong had already struck out with both fists, and the two streams of black aura instantly fused into one, and then like rolling snowballs, they grew bigger and bigger, directly sweeping towards Wu Di.

At that time, Wu Di had already gathered all his strength and roared. He punched out with his fist and a powerful force instantly formed on the ground.

This kind of situation caused everyone to hold their breath, because the time for a decisive battle was nigh. They had to see whether Wu Di was corroded by the poison mist or Black Rong was injured by the wind from the fists.

With the intersection of the two fists, Wu Di's powerful punch directly passed through the black qi and rushed towards Hei Rong. Hei Rong was so shocked that his eyes widened, he did not even have the chance to dodge before he was sent flying out of the stage and fell to the ground.