Brushing away the blood stains on his hands, Mu Yanchen picked up the unconscious disciple who had been beaten by him and walked to the Ninth Elder, gently put him on his seat, and then smiled at the latter. The Ninth Elder glared at him helplessly, meaning to warn Mu Yanchen not to mess around next time.

"I've been in there for a long time, that, I'm used to ......it," Mu Yanchen explained to the Ninth Elder in embarrassment.

The winners and losers were quickly divided on the field, and most of them were injured and failed as the result of the competition between the two sides, and the face of the Nine Elders was a little unsightly, obviously they didn't expect these little guys to shoot so black......

"Hmph!" After checking whether the injured disciple was seriously injured, the Ninth Elder snorted softly, "Don't take it as an example!"

Everyone shuddered when they looked at him, knowing that this cruel old immortal among the old antiques was finally angry, and if he didn't know how to estimate that the torture instrument of the Criminal Law Hall would have to drink someone's blood.

"The second round is the knockout round, let's draw lots!" the Ninth Elder said coldly.

The bamboo skewer holder was brought up, and half of the skewers were obviously missing inside, and it seemed that half of them had been quickly picked out.

Mu Yanchen went up and smoked a bamboo stick, looked down, No. 1.

No. 1?Mu Yanchen looked around, wanting to see who had drawn No. 1, but everyone in the crowd had solemn faces, and it was not easy to find some clues. So Mu Yanchen raised the bamboo stick in his hand happily, attracting people's attention, and suddenly most of his eyes were cast on him, and one of them immediately became as if he had eaten bitter melon.

"It seems to be him......" Mu Yanchen saw his opponent clearly, and also showed a bitter melon face, this guy is really cheap and obedient, and he is not ashamed. The corners of his mouth pulled, Mu Yanchen put the bamboo stick back quite unhappily, he was strong, and he couldn't meet a decent opponent, not to mention how aggrieved he was. Suddenly, a figure swayed from the corner of his eye, and Mu Yanchen looked up suddenly, only to see a slender figure quietly leaving.

Faintly retracting his gaze, Mu Yanchen subconsciously avoided becoming an opponent with someone.

"Start the second round!"

As the draw was completed, the winning children returned to the proving ground, and the voice of the Nine Elders announced the start of the competition. This time, Mu Yanchen didn't talk nonsense, as the last syllable of the Nine Elders fell, he rushed out, and the dazzling fist greeted the opponent violently, and the opponent was forced to defend again and again, unable to fight back.

"Drink!" Finally waiting for the moment when Mu Yanchen's strength was sluggish, this kid broke out into a crazy counterattack, a cold and arrogant arc flashed, and a dagger stabbed out, Mu Yanchen's pupils shrank, and he quickly dodged away, while frowning slightly.

"It's no wonder you're looking for death...... "With a light sigh, Mu Yanchen easily avoided every attack of his opponent, but did not fight back.

He is already a tyrant, and he will be the winner when he strikes.

The battle on the field gradually came to an end, and when the others stopped, the wood dust was still slowly consuming with the opponent.

"The Oblivion Boss is really powerful, he deserves to be a person who refreshes the training record!"

"So what, look at him like this, he is obviously bullying people, it's too immoral!"

"Everything is based on strength, even if he wants to bully you like this, what can you do?"

As time went by, there were more and more opinions on Mu Yanchen and the two, some commented on the friction between the two, some praised Mu Yanchen or his opponent, and some were dissatisfied with their delay...... And so on.

"Dust Boy, it's over. Jiuchang honestly couldn't stand it, Mu Yanchen's opponent was already blushing but still holding on, and the former had such a plan to exhaust the opponent, so he coughed lightly and ordered Mu Yanchen to stop playing.

"Well, then I'm reluctant to accept his defeat. Mu Yanchen paused suddenly, a powerful gravity field emanated from him, a stick shadow flashed, and the opponent had already flown out of the field, slamming heavily on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood.

Mu Yanchen put the dragon god stick on his shoulder, wiped a handful of sweat on his forehead, this very iconic action made the corners of everyone's mouths twitch slightly, and the unknown bones in his hands that had been regarded as violent apostles since he took them out for training were even more chilly.

The Ninth Elder threw out a teacup and smashed it on Mu Yanchen's head, and the hot tea splashed out.

"Don't pretend to be garlic there!" the Nine Elders roared.

......

The third round was the competition, and a fierce battle broke out on the field of only seventy-five people, ranging from the Xuanyuan Realm to the late stage of the Xuanyin Realm, each of them fought hard, and they didn't want to lose, because this opportunity was rare!

Mu Yanchen was still playing with his opponent, and he didn't show his strength to fight until everyone basically decided the winner, but the opponent was defeated by just a mess of sticks, and the Nine Elders let everyone draw lots again, this time a weak guy drew an empty lot, and he didn't have to fight. And Mu Yanchen's opponent was replaced by an excellent talent, Fengguta.

"I hope we can have a good fight, I've heard of your excellent results. "Feng Guta is very domineering and said, the wind is blowing, the robes are flying, and it looks quite magnificent.

"Whatever you want......" Mu Yanchen held the dragon god stick, his body turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place, Feng Guta frowned, and immediately raised a long sword to block, but in a crisp sound, the long sword turned into pieces and fell to the ground, and Mu Yanchen's eyes flashed with a fierce light, holding the dragon god stick and smashing it down again without stopping!

"Bang!" a thump slammed Windguta's feet into the ground for a few minutes, and the arms that Windguta used to block were oozing specks of bright red blood.

Mu Yanchen didn't look at it, and smashed down with a stick again, making Feng Guta's arms numb, not that Feng Guta didn't want to fight back, but he didn't have the strength to fight back at all, this Mu Yanchen was so powerful that he was scared.

"Bang!" was another heavy blow, and this time the Wind Ancient Tower finally couldn't hold it and flew out of the field, spitting out a mouthful of blood and fainting directly. Mu Yanchen wiped the blood on the keel and pouted slightly.

Extreme and violent is the result of his training, and only this fighting style will keep him on the upper hand.

At the end of the battle, there were only twenty-eight people left, and according to the scale-down method, Mu Yanchen's opponent would be the twenty-eighth son.

"Let's go!" the Nine Elders put away the bamboo sticks and shouted, and the rest of the squad started a fierce battle, this time Mu Yanchen's opponent was very strong, but he was still defeated when he used sixty percent of his strength. Outstanding achievements, astonishing skills, impressive.

When one of the last pair of opponents fell, the contest had a result.

"Okay, no one else will quit, and the winner will stay, ready to choose a candidate. Seeing the end of the battle, the Nine Elders waved their hands to let the defeated disciples exit the hall, leaving only fourteen people waiting to be selected.