41 Zhao Yufei’s Attractiveness (2/2)

“I pass,” Zhao Han said helplessly.

If he hadn’t challenged Zhao Feng before, he could still be ranked in the top three, and with him in peak condition, there was a chance of him beating Zhao Chi.

“Pass,” Zhao Feng said.

“I also pass,” Zhao Chi also said.

“The tournament has ended.” Zhao Linlong faintly smiled, and once again looked towards Zhao Yufei.

He didn’t know why, but every time he saw her, he felt that she was even more perfect.

Feeling his fire-red eyes staring at her, Zhao Yufei on instinct tried to dodge.

“This year’s family sparring contest has come to an end. Now, we will announce the prizes and ranks…”

Soon, the inner disciples ranking came out:

First: Zhao Linlong

Second: Zhao Chi

Third: Zhao Feng

Fourth: Zhao Han

Fifth: Zhao Yufei

Sixth: Zhao Qin

Seventh: Zhao Bing

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The top disciples were full of expectations. According to last year’s ranking, the top twenty, top ten, and top three would gain extra rewards.

“Now the head of the sect will announce the rewards,” the judge said.

The head of the sect!

A thunderous sound of clapping came from the crowd. Onstage, a middle-aged man slowly stood up. He raised his hands and an overbearing pressure came from him.

He was the head of the sect, Zhao Tiancang!

Zhao Feng felt that the head of the sect’s aura was similar to the high tier deadly beasts in the Sky Cloud Forest. He was a Martial Master of the seventh rank or higher.

Zhao Tiancang scanned the faces of the fifty inner disciples. When it landed on Zhao Linlong, it was extremely caring and loving.

Many knew that Zhao Linlong was his step-son.

“All those that have become inner disciples can go to the second level of the Martial Arts Library and choose a high ranked martial art. They’ll also receive a three hundred year blood plant.” The rewards were as good as the rumours said.

“The top twenty can choose two high ranked martial arts and receive two three-hundred year blood plants. The top ten can choose two high ranked martial arts and receive one five-hundred year blood plant.” The head of the sect paused.

“The top three can also choose one peak and two high ranked martial arts. Also they’ll receive a blood pill,” the head of the sect said as he smiled.

Peak ranked martial art! Blood pill!

The rewards of the top three far exceeded the others. Zhao Feng couldn’t help but smile.

He was in need of peak ranked martial arts. And the blood pill could increase the cultivation of a Martial Artist.

The fifty disciples went to retrieve their rewards under the guidance of the manager. That very day, Zhao Feng received a blood pill.

As for the one peak ranked and two high ranked martial arts, Zhao Feng had a special token which allowed him to go Martial Arts Library and choose his skills.

“I heard that the number one person usually had some special rewards. Why isn’t there any this year?”

“Maybe they just haven’t announced it yet.”

On the way back Zhao Feng heard a few discussions. He didn’t bother listening to them. Instead, he just walked back home.

“Brother Feng!” a sweet voice called from behind. Without turning his head, Zhao Feng knew that it was Zhao Yufei.

The two were neighbors and so they were a bit familiar with one another. After the exchange of Metal Wall Technique and Air Crossing Breathing Technique, the two became even closer.

“Yufei, your performance was pretty good.” Zhao Feng couldn’t help but think about her beating Zhao Qin.

“I’m still far away from brother Feng. I’m just curious as to why you didn’t challenge Zhao Linlong!” Zhao Yufei looked curiously at him.

She was certain that his Metal Wall Technique had reached the fourth level. His defense was easily top amongst the inner disciples. Adding on Zhao Feng’s Inner Strength and Lightly Floating Ferry, he had the right to challenge Zhao Linlong.

“You overestimate me. There’s still a big distance between me and Zhao Linlong,” Zhao Feng said humbly.

Obviously, Zhao Yufei’s estimation of his strength was close. The ages of the two were close, so they got along well.

On the corner of the stage, a youth clothed in gold watched Zhao Yufei’s and Zhao Feng’s figure dimly as they walked off together.

His eyes flashed coldly and he said to himself, “That kid seems to be called Zhao Feng?”