"The fifth-generation disciple of the lineage, Feng Yi is the pinnacle of the foundation."

A slightly old voice sounded in the wide martial arts training ground, obviously without exertion, but everyone heard what he said.

For a while, the crowd was crowded but the martial arts training ground was unusually quiet, for no other reason, among the fifth-generation disciples of the lineage, Feng Yi was only fourteen years old, but he had already reached the peak strength of foundation building, which was also extremely outstanding in the Feng family.

If you talk about it, Feng Qing, who was the fourth generation disciple of the Feng family, should have reached the peak of Bigu at the age of sixteen.

And everyone looked up at the woman in green clothes standing on a high place, their faces full of envy and admiration. Looking at the appearance of everyone in the audience, Feng Yi enjoyed the feeling of being worshipped, and her eyes were full of pride.

Slowly walked down the high platform, and the light on a one-person tall black spirit stone on the high platform gradually dissipated.

"Next, the fifth-generation disciple of the lineage, Feng Qingyu."

Hearing this name, the originally lively crowd in the audience quieted down tacitly, and looked around in the crowd, but they didn't see the thin and embarrassed figure.

For a while, no one stood up, and everyone couldn't help but laugh quietly. "It doesn't seem like you have the guts to come."

"It's not, although it's a fifth-generation disciple, it's just a waste, and occupying a place is already giving her a lot of face."

"But don't say it, although she has maintained the ability to practice Qi for seven years, she will come every year."

"The skin is surprisingly thick."

Hearing everyone's whispers, they were full of disdain and disdain for Feng Qingyu. Feng Yi's footsteps slowed down, she was indeed a waste, why was she standing on a parallel line with her?

"Feng Qingyu."

At this time, the old man on the stage spoke again, his words were already full of anger, and when he saw that no one responded, he no longer struggled, and read directly.

"Next, the fifth-generation disciple of the lineage, Feng Yue."

As the words fell, a young man in Tsing Yi walked out slowly, and he was just standing on the high platform, raising his hand to touch the black spirit stone, but a voice came from the crowd,

"Feng Qingyu is here."

As the crowd dispersed, you could see a ragged man, wearing a washed and faded green coat, with bruises at the corners of her eyes, even if she was full of embarrassment, she still walked calmly into the crowd.

The elder standing on the high platform frowned at her appearance without saying anything, and before he could speak, he saw Feng Qingyu raise his head.

"I'm late, so I didn't expect it."

“……”

It's still a casual tone, but there are really not a few people who speak to the elders in this way, Feng Qingyu has always been timid and cowardly, but today it makes people feel that something is wrong, where has changed.

Feng Yi, who has always liked to watch Feng Qingyu make a fool of herself, naturally would not let go of this great opportunity, so she stepped forward and slowly spoke.

"Elder forgiveness, Qing Yu's recklessness must have been delayed, and I asked the elder to give her a chance, besides, now that Brother Fengyue has not tested it, it is okay to wait for a while."

"......" Feng Yue, who was standing on the high platform, was unhappy, his delicate face was slightly dissatisfied, why did he wait a while, why did he give way to that waste?

Feng Yi was the most outstanding disciple in the end, since she had spoken, the elder had a good impression of her, although she was still angry, she agreed in the end.