The early morning sun shines obliquely through the window, and the crisp and melodious birdsong wafts in from the branches. Yuehua opened her eyes, stretched her waist, got up from the bed, washed up, and walked out of the room, where her mother had already brought out the prepared breakfast and put it on the table.

Yuehua smiled and said good morning to her mother, and sat down to eat breakfast. At this time, Xue Tingting came out of the room, she rubbed her eyes dimly, scratched her messy hair a few times, saw Yuehua, and suddenly exclaimed. He rushed into the room quickly.

"This Nizi!"

Yuehua smiled to herself. When I was a child, I didn't see her unkempt appearance when she got up. Women, growing up is trouble.

After waiting for half an hour, Xue Tingting walked out of the room unhurriedly, brushed her hair behind her ears, and then sat down for breakfast.

"Haha, you little girl, I remember the way I peed my pants when I was a child, when did you have to be so behaving in front of me!"

The hair that hangs down like a waterfall sparkles in the sunlight shining through the window. The white face is smeared with a faint layer of rouge, like half of the sky dyed red by the setting sun. Yuehua's eyes were withdrawn from Xue Tingting's body that came out like a portrait, and she laughed and teased.

"You, you, what do you know when you were a child, Tingting is now a yellow flower girl, can it still be the same as before?"

Before Xue Tingting could start to refute, Yang Xianling said angrily.

"Okay, okay, count me wrong, Xiaoting, you hurry up and eat, after eating, you take me to the middle courtyard to familiarize yourself!"

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Passing through the forests**, the vision is suddenly open. A majestic building, rising from the ground. Like a sleeping beast entrenched in the middle of the Spirit King Courtyard, it exudes a simple and heavy majestic aura. The moon raised its head, and the dazzling sunlight shone on the glazed tiles at the top, like twinkling stars at night, bright and bright. He was dazzled.

Following behind Xue Tingting, she got closer and closer, and when she got downstairs, she couldn't see the top. Yuehua lowered her head slightly, moved her eyes to the front, but saw that there were already many people around the door, they were extremely excited, waving their hands, and they were twisting their bodies vigorously, and the guards on both sides were angry and scolding, trying their best to maintain order, but they couldn't stop this group of fanatics.

"Is this formation welcoming us?"

Yuehua was slightly stunned, and asked Xue Tingting with a blank expression.

"You may have a reputation in the Primary Spiritual Academy, but in the Intermediate Academy, you are the lowest level of the Spiritual Beings, and you want this group of unruly and recalcitrant people to welcome you, unless you ascend to the top of the Spirit King Courtyard and reach the level that they look up to, just like Xiao Cheng and Chongyuan."

"Oh, and these people are welcoming you?"

Yuehua smiled faintly, but saw Xue Tingting shaking her head.

The morning breeze drifted over with a faint fragrance, Xue Tingting took a deep breath, blinked slightly, turned sideways slightly, withdrew her eyes from the group of people, and said with a little worry: "These people are all people from Chongmen, if I guess correctly, it should be the group of people that Chongyuan arranged to welcome Chongshan!" ”

As soon as her words fell, she saw dense footsteps behind her, and suddenly there was an excited cheer at the door.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Before Yuehua could turn around, a row of tall and burly men rushed up and directly pushed the people in front of him to both sides. Some of the spirits, who didn't know what was going on, were suddenly pushed to the ground.

"Who?"

The spirit man who got up from the ground shouted angrily, and a brilliant spiritual light suddenly erupted from his body, clenched his fist, and carried a violent spiritual power towards the row of big men.

"Look for death!"

The big man snorted coldly, slapped down with a palm, and landed on the fist of the spirit man who hit him. Shattered his bones.

"Click!"

The crisp sound of bones shattering sounded, causing the other spirits on the ground to tremble violently, and their clenched fists were quietly placed behind them, and they didn't dare to breathe, and they appeared respectfully to the side.

"It's been a long time since I've been to the Spirit King Courtyard, and there are more and more unfamiliar faces!"

On the silent avenue at the door, a slightly longer young man walked slowly on the avenue guarded by the big men on both sides, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and he smiled faintly, and the corners of his narrow eyes, when he laughed, revealed a deep cold light like a needle.

"Young Master Chong, you're here, everyone has been waiting for a long time, I'll take you to report!"

At the door, a slightly thin young man, his eyes were smooth and slippery as he looked at Young Master Chong, bowed down, and greeted him with a smile. He opened the fan that had been prepared long ago, fanned it hard, and followed behind Young Master Chong unhurriedly.

"Second Young Master of the Chong Family, Chongshan."

"Didn't he get injured by the Wind Spirit Leopard in the Tianxuan Mountains a few months ago, and it was rumored that he was in a vegetative state?"

"With the power of the Chong family, as long as he doesn't die, there is a way to get better!"

"Be quiet, he hears it, and his life is gone!"

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The crowd on both sides of the road resounded one after another exclamations, and the faces of countless people dropped sharply, their expressions became more and more solemn, and their feet involuntarily retreated to the sides. When some good-looking girls heard this, they hid in the crowd behind them.

Although Chongshan's strength is not good, but he relied on the power of Chongmen, and he did not spoil the girls of the Lingwang Academy, when he was still in the primary Lingyuan, the murderous name was spread to the middle courtyard. Now that he has arrived in the middle courtyard, it is only a matter of time before his murderous reputation spreads throughout the entire Spirit King Courtyard.

"Young Master Chong, please come here!"

The slightly thin young man said respectfully, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, but he was still fanning hard.

Chongshan raised his head slightly, and when he stepped into the door, he heard the noisy discussion behind him, and a chill suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he swept around the crowd with an indifferent expression, and only when he saw that no one had moved, he was able to walk in satisfied.

Passing through a straight corridor, Takayama quickly arrived at the reporting office of the Intermediate Court.

On the windowsill, the girl in charge of registering the report, was just about to say the word Yuehua in her mouth, but before she could make a sound, she saw Chongshan's extremely cold eyes projected over, her body trembled suddenly, her facial muscles instantly stiffened, and she swallowed back the words she was about to say.

According to the roster in the book, Yuehua is ranked first, and the report should have let him report first.

The spirits who report first can give priority to choosing the location and residence of their cultivation, which will be of great help to their cultivation in the future. The Intermediate Court has always stipulated that the ranking of the Ascension Contest is the order of reporting. If a spirit who has not participated in the ascension contest wants to enter the middle court, it should be ranked after the spirit who participated in the ascension contest.

Yuehua ranked first in the Ascension Competition, and the ranking recorded in the book was also the first, so it was reasonable to ask him to come over and report it first.

The eyes fell on Chongshan's smiling face, and the cheeks of the girl in charge of this report twitched slightly, the corners of her lips trembled, her hands tugged at the corners of her clothes, and there were dense beads of sweat on her palms.