C125 (1/2)

The freshmen of the Crimson Nimbus Martial School who had taken the first place in the entrance examination, were well aware of this.

After the establishment of the Crimson Nimbus Martial School, all the new disciples who had obtained the first or second position had obtained very dazzling results during the following six years.

For example, three years ago, the first ranked student of Jiang Bo and the second ranked student of Ouyang Yao Juan had now become the 108th ranked general of Crimson Nimbus Martial School. Two years ago, the first ranked student of Ouyang Chao also made it into the top 108th ranked general of Crimson Nimbus Martial School.

Even if Ling Yan's talent was a bit lacking, to successfully enter the top thirty of the Thousand Army Array in the future, that was basically a foregone conclusion.

The top thirty of the Thousand Army Array were all big shots. One had to know that the best result they had ever achieved was when their senior brother rushed to camp. The top fifty-three of the Array were not even in the top fifty.

This was because every year, the strongest level among the Crimson Nimbus Martial School's freshmen was about the same. The lower Ling Yan's cultivation was, the higher his potential, and the stronger his combat prowess was!

It was only a matter of time before Ling Yan surpassed them.

Linyi led Ling Yan to the front of the crowd, but before he could say anything, the senior brothers all stepped forward one by one and greeted him in a friendly manner.

”Hello, junior brother Ling Yan. I'm Wang Zhouzi. This year I'm seventeen, and I'm at the peak of the 3rd level of the Mortal Realm …”

”Hello, junior brother Ling Yan. My name is Zheng Jian. I have a cultivation base at the third level of the Fetal Stage. Everyone calls me lowly …”

”Hello, junior brother Ling Yan. I am Heng Ping. I'm 18 this year. I've reached the small success stage of the 4th level of the Mortal Nascent Soul Stage. Please advise me in the future …”

”…”

Seeing everyone being so cordial and friendly, Ling Yan also smiled as he nodded and shook hands with the other senior brothers one by one. However, he secretly sighed in his heart. So these were all the disciples of the physical body.

It seemed that the total number of students in the Crimson Nimbus Martial Arts School was around six hundred. Compared to the other subjects, where there were tens or even hundreds of students, the number of students was truly shabby.

On the other side, seeing how the others were trying to curry favor with him, a fire burned in his heart, causing his face to darken. At the same time, his heart was filled with jealousy.

Because back then, he had not entered the top ten of the freshmen, so naturally he had not received such treatment like Ling Yan.