Meng Ling and Meng Fei are just the cultivation of the Qi of the Four Rotary Seals, and the Qi of the Four Spins Seal has no fancy and amazing movements against the Qi of the Four Spinning Seals, only reaction speed and brute strength confrontation.

Soon, the battle between the two was coming to an end, and finally Meng Fei punched hard and knocked Meng Ling off the stage to end this first competition!

"Meng Feisheng!" didn't comment too much on the first competition, Meng Tianheng just announced the results lightly, then looked at the roster, and read out the name of the person to fight next: "The first group, the second competition: Mengwu, Mengchi!"

As Meng Tianheng's words fell, two more teenagers swept out of the crowd and came to the ring.

Mengwu, Mengchi and Mengchi are the same as Mengling Mengfei before, they are just the cultivation of the Qi of the Four Spins, and the situation of the two fighting is not much different from Mengling Mengfei, and in the end, Mengwu is unable to fight again, and Mengchi won to end the competition.

Time flies, and more than half an hour passes quietly in a blink of an eye, and the first group of competitions also came to an end at this time.

Eleven of the sixteen people in the first group were cultivators with only four or even three spins. There are five people who have attained the cultivation of the five spin seal qi, but only one person has reached the six spin seal qi.

This person who has reached the Qi cultivation of the Six Spins Seal is the grandson of the Second Elder Meng Xuan, named Meng Wen, who is already seventeen years old this year.

The first group of competitions ended, and the second group of competitions naturally unfolded.

It was similar to the first group, it only took more than half an hour, and the second group had a total of eight sixteen-person competitions. In the second group, the strongest one also has the cultivation of the six spin seal qi, while the others only have the cultivation of the five spin seal qi and the cultivation below it.

Group 3, Group 4, Group 5, Group 6......

In the blink of an eye, it was still a sunny morning, but it was already noon when the scorching sun was high. At this time, as a young dreamer was blasted out of the ring, the competition of the sixth group also ended.

At the same time, Meng Tianheng also got up and announced, this morning, after the young generation of the Mengjia who were promoted to the six groups of competitions, they asked everyone to go back to the courtyard where they lived first, eat lunch, and two hours later, gather here again to start the competition between the seventh and eighth groups.

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"Feng'er, when will you be able to cultivate? Why don't you tell your mother?" Back in the courtyard, Meng Feng saw at a glance that he had already made lunch and was waiting for his Nuo Ziyun and Lu Qing'er.

Before his ass was hot on the stool, Mengfeng heard Nuo Ziyun's words with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Eh, mother, didn't my father tell you?" Hearing this, Mengfeng was stunned for a moment, and said with some doubts.

"Tianheng didn't tell me, did he know?" Nuo Ziyun was also stunned when she heard this.

"Yes, I told my father before. I thought my father had told my mother. Mengfeng nodded slightly and said.

"Old bastard, Meng Tianheng, this old bastard. When Nuo Ziyun heard this, she immediately blew her nose and glared angrily: "Since you know that our Feng'er can cultivate, you didn't even tell me, which made me worry for a long time." Let's see if my mother will let him go to my bed tonight!"

"Well, mother, it's possible that my father forgot. Don't blame him!" Seeing Nuo Ziyun's angry face, Meng Feng couldn't help but mourn for Meng Tianheng in his heart, because he knew Nuo Ziyun's character very well, and what he said was always the same, it is estimated that tonight, Meng Tianheng wants to go to Nuo Ziyun's bed, which is a little suspenseful. Thinking of this, Mengfeng couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, although his parents were already old, their hearts were not old at all.

"Hmph, that's even more punishable. Feng'er can cultivate such an important thing, dare to forget it to me, this old bastard is really getting worse and worse his memory the more he lives, this month, this old bastard doesn't want to go to the old lady's bed!" "Mengfeng didn't say that Nuo Ziyun just didn't let Meng Tianheng go to bed tonight, but when Mengfeng said this, he asked Nuo Ziyun to directly get a cup for Meng Tianheng's bed for a month.

"Uh..."Meng Feng was speechless when he heard this, and at the same time, he secretly dealt with Meng Tianheng Shen in his heart: Dad, I want to help you. Who would have thought that my mother thought so, and I really had a way to pinch it.

Since Meng Tianheng had to work with the three elders on the test of the younger generation of the Mengjia family, he didn't come back to eat at noon, and because of this, he didn't hear Nuo Ziyun's words. Otherwise, if he heard it, he would definitely shout out about his grievances, because after Meng Feng came back and told him that he could cultivate, he was all busy facing Shangguan Jia's upcoming troubles, how could he have the time to report Meng Feng's cultivation?

Lu Qing'er on the side, seeing Nuo Ziyun like this, couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Qing'er, sit down and eat together!" Looking at Lu Qing'er, who was still standing aside, Nuo Ziyun smiled slightly and said.

"Okay, madam!" Lu Qing'er nodded, without too much restraint, and sat directly on the empty stool next to her.

For Lu Qing'er's unrestrained performance, Mengfeng and Nuo Ziyun were not the slightest surprise, because in the past, they often asked Lu Qing'er to eat with them, at first Lu Qing'er also shirked that she was not qualified to sit down and eat with them, but under Nuo Ziyun's forced request, Lu Qing'er could only compromise, and then, with the increase of the number of times, Lu Qing'er's sense of restraint naturally became smaller and smaller, and now, it is almost non-existent.

After lunch, it was about half an hour later, and at this time, there was still an hour and a half before the seventh and eighth groups of competitions began, Mengfeng was not in a hurry to go to the courtyard of the test, but went directly back to his house, and after practicing for more than an hour, he got up and walked towards the courtyard of the test.

When Mengfeng came to the huge courtyard where the test was held, in the first six groups of competitions, the young generations of the dreamers who won the competition and those who had not yet appeared would be the seventh group and the eighth group of dreamer disciples, and they had already gathered here. As for the dreamers who lost the first six groups of competitions, most of them didn't come here, because if they lost, it meant that they were eliminated, and there would be no more tests they needed to participate in after that, so naturally they didn't need to come here again.

"Boom!"

With the sound of a bell, the competition between the seventh and eighth groups was officially launched!

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