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Each person drew out a bamboo stick, which was signed with the names and the order of their enemies.

The first to go on stage was a youth called Ye Minghao, and the other was the Ling Family's Ling Qianfan.

Ye Minghao's true qi surged, and his moves were fierce and ruthless. When he fought with Ling Qianfan, one of his hands was filled with spirit energy, and he also sent out a palm attack.

After a few rounds, Ye Minghao was defeated.

After the few ordinary scenes from before, Song Jianren also went up on stage. His opponent was a young man called Ling Yangtian, whose cultivation was only at the fifth level of Foundation Setting.

raised his eyebrows and punched out, causing Ling Yangtian to lose his balance as he flew backwards.

Song Jianren, who was at the eighth level of Foundation Setting, was indeed powerful, but Ling Yangtian, who was at the fifth level of Foundation Setting, was actually unable to even take a single blow from him. Sighs came out one after another. Song Jianren looked in Ye Dongfeng's direction and realised that the latter was about to fall asleep and did not pay attention to the competition at all.

After Song Jianren, Ling Xueqi also shone brilliantly. After a battle, those with a few realms were all mercilessly eliminated.

Ye Dongfeng also swiftly took care of his opponent, drawing lots again. His face lit up, the enemy on the bamboo stick was indeed Ye Chong's son, Ye Fengxian.

On stage, it was Ling Xueqi's turn to compete against Ye Daorong. One was at the Pulse Condensation Period level 6.

Ye Daorong's palm technique was in a mess, there was the sound of thunder, the air was filled with the sound of explosions, as he chased after Ling Xueqi.

The energy in Ling Xueqi's palm condensed as a purple whip made of soft vines appeared in her hand. Pah pah pah, it flew out again and again, and was whipped by Ling Xueqi's whip.

Both of Ye Daorong's feet brushed against the ground as he retreated in panic. The Purple Vine Whip in Ling Xueqi's hand changed forms again, a long sword in her hand, filled with dense Sword Qi, dragon roars continuously sounded. Ye Daorong was sent flying by a single sword strike, falling heavily onto the ground unconscious.

All of the academy instructors nodded their heads in satisfaction. This was a special technique of the Pulse Condensation Period, a simple usage of the power of the soul. If used in actual combat, it would often be unexpected.

The other people in the viewing gallery were also enjoying the sight before them: Pulse Condensation Period's methods were indeed powerful.

Ling Xueqi was doting on her words, but she had long gotten used to the way the gazes and words were chasing after her.

Staring at Ling Xueqi, Ye Dongfeng was enchanted: This woman's methods are not ordinary at all.

As if she had detected Ye Dongfeng's gaze, Ling Xueqi also looked at Ye Dongfeng, and then shifted his gaze away without much interest.

After the competition between two more disciples, it was finally Ye Dongfeng's turn.

Ye Fengxian held onto a long blade, and spoke with a sinister expression: Little bastard, meeting you in the Triad Ceremony is truly a surprise, but your luck ends here, you are not my opponent for laying the foundation for the seventh stage.

Are you that sure you can beat me? Disdain, provocative look plastered on his face, Ye Dongfeng simply did not put this clown in his heart.

Seeing that he was looked down upon, Ye Fengxian could no longer hold it in, he raised the blade in his hand, filled with spirit energy, a wave of wind from the blade struck over, Ye Dongfeng dodged nimbly, Ye Fengxian's blade slashed the air, the entire stage's railing was sliced apart.

Ye Dongfeng walked on the stage as if he was taking a stroll, casually strolling in the garden: Could I trouble you to use some moves that have power?

Ye Dongfeng was not only at the sixth level of Foundation Setting, how could he so easily face Ye Fengxian who was at the seventh level of Foundation Setting?

He activated the spirit energy in his body frantically, and with a strange method, a terrifying force brewed within: Little bastard, to force me to use a martial skill, you being defeated by me today, is truly something to be proud of. With this one slash of my Cold Moon Saber Technique, you will die on the spot.

There was no lack of sharp-eyed elders in the Ye Family: This was the Profound Ranked Martial Technique: Cold Moon Saber Technique! This kind of blade technique was overbearing and cold, its power was comparable to an Earth Ranked Martial Technique. With this, Ye Dongfeng would not have much luck.

Ye Chong, if anything happens to my son, I won't let you off. Ye Canghai saw the evil grin on Ye Chong's face, he did not expect Ye Chong to be so despicable that he even gave such a martial skill to his son to deal with his son.

On stage, the cold Qi moved, a blade shadow turned into a half moon, attacking Ye Dongfeng.

Ye Dongfeng smiled playfully, this method was simply child's play. He grabbed out with one hand, and with a bang, the half moon was forcibly crushed into pieces. Ye Fengxian could not believe what he just saw: Wha, what? My Cold Moon Saber Technique was broken by someone?

What other tricks do you have? Let's use it together! Ye Dongfeng said provocatively, like a cat toying with a mouse.

Ye Fengxian was not willing to be defeated like this, he raised the blade in his hand, and with a move, his body moved forward like a ghost.

Numerous blade shadow puppets surrounded Ye Dongfeng. It was extremely troublesome to take care of the puppets so Ye Fengxian's men disappeared from the arena.

Ye Dongfeng grabbed back with his hand and Ye Fengxian's body was pulled out by him, fiercely smashing into the ground.

The aura on Ye Dongfeng's body drastically changed, and his entire body flickered with a dangerous aura. He playfully looked at Ye Fengxian: "Do you think you have a martial skill?"

Mysterious Ice Fist! With an explosive shout, his fist smashed down and a huge dragon head appeared above Ye Dongfeng's fist. The ice dragon bit Ye Fengxian's shoulder, and a large chunk of flesh and blood was torn off by the ice dragon.

In the coaches' seating area, every teacher had a look of surprise on their face. Finally, they looked at each other: During the test, he purposely suppressed his cultivation?

Ye Chong gritted his teeth in hatred. This little beast had actually injured his son. It was unbearable.

Seeing that his son had the upper hand, Ye Canghai's heart brimmed with joy. Maybe his son had grown up …

The instructors could see that Ye Dongfeng was suppressing his cultivation level, but most of the spectators did not have that kind of eyesight, so they were all flabbergasted: Since when was the sixth stage of the Foundation Setting even stronger than the seventh?

This Ye Family had been hidden really deeply, so it turned out that this Ye Dongfeng was actually the dark horse with the largest Ye Family, and that Ye Fengxian was merely a green leaf that served as a foil for Ye Dongfeng. The spectators suddenly realised, as they were all interested in Ye Dongfeng. Ling Xueqi also curiously looked at Ye Dongfeng who was on stage.

Ye Fengxian happened to hear the discussions of the spectators. One sentence was just to accompany with Ye Dongfeng's green leaf, causing his chest to become stuffy, and he immediately vomited a mouthful of blood. He closed his eyes and fainted.