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The imperial selection began after the Emperor's speech. The selection was decided by drawing lots and then by the winners of each group making the top four, the top four making the top two, and the losers making the third, so that the first three would receive the general title bestowed upon them by the Emperor.

The drawing of lots started, and Feiyun was placed in the last group while Yang Xiaotian was placed in the third group. Out of the sixteen people in each group, the top eight would be decided!

He had thought that the emperor would arrange for people to group him up with his big brother, but it seemed that the emperor had some confidence in Ouyang Xiao, and this caused him to be even more wary of Ouyang Xiao's strength. It must be known that the disciples of the hidden sects were not just for show, but if they were truly useless, then he would not accept them.

The first day of the competition was between the first and the second group. Both Feng Feiyun and Yang Xiaotian were very relaxed, and they went home early to rest after watching the first two rounds of battles. However, after returning home, he went to Hu Wanting's room to "rest" while Yang Xiaotian went back to cultivate. He didn't know what his big brother was doing since his cultivation had stabilized. How could he rely on such a short period of time to improve? Although big brother's talent is quite high, if it was me, I wouldn't be able to do it with the help of the [Cloud Dragon Heart Method].

On the second day, Yang Xiaotian appeared on stage, and won a few rounds in a row. In fact, most of the disciples who participated in the selection were War Guards, and from time to time, a general would appear, but everyone was the same. Even the generals were built up using resources, because their foundation was too poor. Yang Xiaotian successfully left the third group, including the young nobleman Ouyang Xiao and Xiao Zhen.

For the next two days, each group produced a winner, and it was finally Feng Feiyun's turn. "Next match, it will be the Second Young Master of the Marshal's Mansion, Yang Xiao, versus the Eldest Young Master of the Wang Yuan Manor, Chen Dong!"

Ah!" Second Young Master, you're so handsome!

"Second Young Master, I love you!"

"Big Brother Yun! We support you! "

As soon as Feng Feiyun appeared, the girls below began to go crazy! They were holding up signs, holding up flowers, screaming, and even fainting. This caused Feng Feiyun to think that this was the star effect, to shamelessly think that he really had the demeanor of a celebrity! In his heart, he was still considering whether he should also hold a concert or something to take in the tickets. Hmm, he would definitely make a huge profit!

Xiao Zhen, who was watching from the balcony, disdainfully cursed when he saw this: "Tch! Isn't it just that the face is a bit better? Isn't it just a pretty boy? "

"Exactly!" Xiao Ting nodded as he stood by his elder brother's side.

With a smile like the sun, he waved his hand at the fans, and immediately, another wave of dizziness hit them! However, while he was still intoxicated with the scene of being an idol, he found that there was a tall and sturdy youth in the crowd who held up a sign and shouted with a high-pitched voice: "Second Young Master, I love you!"

Feng Feiyun suddenly shivered. He almost spat out all the lunch he had! He could not help but curse, "I'm f * cking crazy!"

He no longer dared to look at the crowd that was shouting his name and calmed himself. He slowly walked to the center of the arena, but what surprised everyone was that he was standing there all by himself and yawning. No one came up for a long time.

"Hey, do you still want to fight? "If you don't, it's time to go back and have a nap." Feng Feiyun impatiently said to the person who announced this.

The messenger looked around, only to see Chen Dong standing in a corner. He hastily went up and asked, "Young Marquis, hurry up and go on stage!"

He only saw Chen Dong trembling as he looked at him with fear and said: "Don't …" I don't. Fight! He had to fight. "You go!"

"How can I help you with that? If you really don't want to fight, you'll have to forfeit! " The messenger continued.

When Chen Dong heard this, he was startled. That's right! Didn't I give up? This was the Empire's legend! Whoever fought with him would have water in their brains! You f * cking want to send yourself to your death, I won't do it! He could not help but ask weakly, "Can I give up?"

"Of course you can." The messenger looked at Chen Dong with a surprised expression.

Now that Chen Dong had regained his spirit, the young duke once again appeared on his face with a domineering air as he strutted onto the stage. When the spectators saw that the young duke had finally appeared, they broke out in cheers. Chen Dong also elegantly waved his hand in every direction!

"The young duke has finally stepped onto the stage. He must have been preparing some sort of trump card after dragging it out for so long!" "His opponent must be the legendary Yang family's second young master!"

"That's right, we can finally witness Second Young Master's elegance with our own eyes!"

"It will definitely be a fierce battle!"

"It's always been heard, I can finally see how strong the second young master is!"

"Look at how confident the young duke is. He definitely has a trick up his sleeve!"

There were merchants, common citizens, and quite a few soldiers below. Everyone was discussing the first battle of the Flying Cloud Sect.

Chen Dong then raised his head and cupped his hands, "I am the eldest son of Marquis Yuan, Chen Dong!" He acted like he was being polite and domineering!

"I've heard a lot about you!" Feng Feiyun slightly returned the greeting.

The messenger shouted out, "Let the battle begin!"

Seeing how arrogant Chen Dong was, everyone couldn't help but look at the two of them with anticipation. Just as everyone was preparing for an exciting fight, Chen Dong's words caused everyone watching to fall over!

"I give up!"

Feng Feiyun looked at Chen Dong in surprise and thought to himself: If you give up, then give up. Why are you still putting on an act? Shameless! Even more shameless than Wei Wu!

Chen Dong, on the other hand, felt good and left the ring amidst a wave of curses and curses. Just like that, Feng Feiyun won without a fight. The fame of the Empire's myths was just too great. It had even penetrated deep into the hearts of the younger generation! In their words, even a Marquis of War wasn't enough for him to chop, so wouldn't his slender arm and slender leg be a gift for others to kick?

However, the stronghold was not only a unique item to the mysterious country in his previous life, the next battle that he appeared in would be a replay of the story. All of the young masters would act as if they were the leaders of an inspection operation as they said that he had given up and would wave their hands nonstop to show their respect to the onlookers. There were even some who directly held Feng Feiyun's hand as they spoke with fervent eyes: "Second Young Master, you are my idol! I've always admired you! " This made Feng Feiyun not know whether to laugh or cry.

He watched as his opponents walked past him as if they were flowing in the air, and he felt as if he was walking on a red carpet. The winner, Feng Feiyun, seemed to become a supporting role, causing him to curse in his heart: Isn't this the same as stealing the limelight from this young master? I must remember this group of bastards as soon as I get down here. I'm just using my chance to make a ruckus. I'll beat them up one by one to vent my anger. Oh right, he still had to make them pay the copyright fees!

Just like this, without any mishaps, he directly entered the top eight. After he left the stage, Yang Xiaotian continued to tease him, "Brother Yun, you can be careful now! People are afraid of being famous, but pigs are afraid of being strong.

"Ugh …" Yun Yang was speechless. He didn't think that his usually inflexible elder brother would make such a joke. Ah, that? This sentence was rather smooth spoken. People were afraid of being famous, but pigs were afraid of being strong. Be careful not to run into a pig slaughtering craftsman! Hm! Good poem, good poem!

As he was in a bad mood, his mind was in a mess. He uploaded it a little too late today. Here, I apologize to everyone. The melon seed shell has already adjusted its mentality. No matter what, it will continue to write unflinchingly. I hope that everyone can continue to read without worry!