C10 (1/2)

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.