When they walked out of the Lingwu Palace, several fellow disciples and brothers were silent with each other.

After the quota was announced, they were no longer simply brothers, and there was competition and conflict of interest between them.

"Only 10 days to ......"

Feng Yinyue clasped her hands, trembled slightly, and glanced at Nangong Fan and Yang Qingshan beside her.

Nangong Fan and Yang Qingshan, their cultivation has reached the peak of the eighth and eighth levels respectively, if nothing else, the remaining two places should belong to them.

And Feng Yinyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei, all of them stayed at the peak of the sevenfold in their cultivation.

Zhao Feng's face was calm, he was confident in the competition for places, but he was a little worried about Zhao Yufei.

Zhao Yufei beside him, there was a hint of gloom in his eyes, and his eyes glanced at him from time to time, as if he was reluctant.

Zhao Feng was sure that she should give up, and he felt a little regretful in his heart, and sighed secretly.

Through the insight of his left eye, he has a certain assessment of Zhao Yufei's strength, between Feng Yinyue and Nangong Fan, and the chance of competing for a place is small.

"Zhao Feng, do you remember the agreement between us? Hopefully, you'll have that chance......"

Beimo swept Zhao Feng indifferently, with a hint of mockery.

Obviously, he is not optimistic about Zhao Feng's competition for a place.

First, Zhao Feng's talent and cultivation are inferior to Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan.

Second, with the qualifications of the semi-spirit body, it is still a question whether he can successfully pass the sect assessment.

Therefore, Zhao Feng's hope of finally entering the sect is very slim with him.

"There will be that day. ”

Zhao Feng's voice was calm and powerful, and he quickly said goodbye and left, leaving Nangong Fan and Yang Qingshan looking at each other.

"Where does this kid get his confidence, and what can he rely on to shake our quota?"

Nangong Fan sneered.

It was Yang Qingshan, whose expression was slightly solemn, and looked at Zhao Feng's back thoughtfully.

After returning home, the six talented teenagers all began to practice in retreat.

Ten days after the last day, Feng Yinyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei were all seizing the time to practice diligently, striving to make a breakthrough in the last stage.

Nangong Fan and Yang Qingshan didn't dare to hold on to it, and used the last ten days to consolidate their cultivation and improve their strength.

The most relaxed person is North Moxico.

He didn't have any pressure at all, he was selected for the quota and entered the sect, and there was almost no suspense.

But he didn't have it easy for two days.

Not long after, the Marquis of Guangjun summoned him over, and the Saint Realm Grandmaster was strong and personally spurred and guided his cultivation. This kind of treatment is something that Zhao Feng and others can't enjoy.

Therefore, in these ten days, the six genius teenagers have made breakthroughs and progress under pressure.

On the fifth day.

Zhao Feng came to fruition and broke through the eightfold martial arts.

He didn't even deliberately attack, so he was promoted to Yae.

Zhao Feng's focus is still on "Yinbi Jue", tireless penance, but put cultivation on the secondary.

Day 7.

Feng Yinyue and Zhao Yufei broke through the martial arts eightfold on the same day.

Ten days passed in a flash.

In the early morning of the same day, six genius teenagers returned to the Lingwu Palace.

Lingwu Palace, in the martial arts arena with a length and width of more than 100 zhang.

Guangjun Hou stood with his hands in his hands, and Ye Lingyun and the one-armed Sanwei stood on the left and right.

The six geniuses led by Beimo lined up in a line, waiting for the master's speech.

"Not bad. ”

Guang Junhou glanced at the six disciples and nodded with a little satisfaction.

Since then, the six disciples have all broken through the eightfold martial arts.

Among them, Beimo is firmly in the ninth level of martial arts.

Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan have both reached the eightfold peak, and the former has reached the eightfold limit.

Feng Yinyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei are all eightfold who have just broken through.

It can be said that any of the six people can be proud of an ordinary small city, and they are all top assets in the entire Xiangyun Kingdom.

"Master, have you decided on the three places?"

Ye Lingyun said with a little expectation.

"It's basically confirmed, I plan to give three places to Beimo, Yang Qingshan, and Nangong Fan. ”

Guangjun Hou said in a deep voice.

As soon as these words came out, Feng Yinyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei changed their faces together.

On the other hand, Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan looked happy.

Zhao Feng's face was full of surprise, he didn't expect Guang Junhou to make a decision so easily.

He originally thought that there would be a lot of competition between the same teachers and brothers before the quota could be determined.

"Master, don't you give the other three junior disciples some chances?"

Ye Lingyun was surprised.

Sanwei, who lost one arm, frowned, this is not like the style of the master.

Guang Junhou smiled slightly, and was just about to speak, when his face suddenly changed.

"What people!"

Guangjun Hou exclaimed, and the majestic and far-reaching voice echoed in the martial arts arena and the nearby hall.

At the same time, his gaze looked at a garden adjacent to the martial arts arena.

"Huh...... Uncle Xu, don't come unharmed!"

A leisurely man's laughter came from the garden.

Swish!

A young man in a black-striped green shirt, like a dragonfly, landed on the martial arts arena with a light touch among the flowers and trees.

This young man was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and extraordinary, and a strange and unpredictable aura exuded from his body.

He was calm, pacing slowly, looking at Guangjunhou with a smile, and then glanced at Beimo.

When he met his gaze, Guang Junhou's body was shocked, his face was solemn, and he seemed to be afraid.

"The person's attire ......"

Zhao Feng's heart moved, staring at the mysterious young man's clothes.

It was a kind of black-striped green shirt standard clothes, and the first time he saw it, he felt familiar.

Soon, in his mind, the three young girls in the Blood Python Canyon that day came to mind.

The dress of the mysterious young man in front of him was exactly the same as that of the three young girls.

"He Fangxiao is small, and he dares to trespass on the important land of Guangling Mansion. ”

Ye Lingyun screamed in shock, a powerful aura of internal strength surged from his body, and he was about to make a move.

Whoosh!

Almost at the same time, the two Guangjun guards in the Lingwu Palace, including the three guards with broken arms beside the Marquis of Guangjun, quickly pounced on the mysterious young man.

"Stop!"

Guang Junhou's anxious voice resounded in the ears of Ye Lingyun and the others.

The three guards with broken arms who were making a move stopped their bodies in time, and they believed in Shizun's words.

However, the other two Guang Junwei were too late, and the attack almost fell on the mysterious young man.

Poof!

The cold blue light that was as transparent as the crescent moon swept past the bodies of the two Guang Junwei.

Not~

The two Guang Junwei, whose strength was close to the ninefold, stiffened, and a blood spring broke through their throats, and they fell to the ground "plopping".

In the blink of an eye, two Guang Junwei were killed.

Ye Lingyun, Beimo, Yang Qingshan and others didn't even see the mysterious young man's moves.

Because Zhao Feng didn't open his left eye in time, he only saw a vague afterimage.

"Thirteen Guards, Fourteen Guards!"

The one-armed young man, his face was blood-red, staring at the corpses of his two brothers.

Everyone on the field gasped and looked at the mysterious young man in shock.

"Stand down for me!"

Guangjun Hou was full of emotion, waving his hand to signal everyone to retreat.

Beimo and the other six disciples hesitated for a moment and hurriedly withdrew from the martial arts arena.

Ye Lingyun and the one-armed Sanwei stood not far away, stopping to watch.

In the martial arts arena, only Guang Junwei and the mysterious young man remained.

Everyone held their breath, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the handsome and extraordinary mysterious young man.

Who is this person, and why is even the master so jealous of him?

Beimo and the other six disciples were full of doubts in their hearts.

Only Zhao Feng has a certain understanding of the existence of the mysterious youth.

"Senior Nephew Quanchen, what do you mean by this?"

Guang Junhou's gaze was piercing, and he looked directly at the handsome young man opposite.

"I'm here for Shizun, I want to greet Uncle Xu Ran, I heard that you have recently collected a group of outstanding geniuses, and I have come to study one or two. ”

Quan Chen said casually.

From beginning to end, he was a leisurely and relaxed stroll.

Uncle Xu Ran?

Zhao Feng's heart moved slightly, and only then did he know the true name of the Marquis of Guangjun.

As the vice-deacon of the Foreign Affairs Hall of the 'Xiaoyue Sect', I have settled in the secular realm to stabilize regional peace, and I have the right to recommend a few places for the sect. When will that master of yours be qualified to meddle in my affairs?"

Guangjun Hou smiled coldly.

During the conversation, the two confronted each other-for-tat and refused to give in to each other.

Zhao Feng and the others vaguely felt that the relationship between Guangjun Hou and Quan Chen in front of him, as well as the master behind the latter, must not be harmonious.

"Hehe, Master respects his old man, as early as half a year ago, he broke through the 'True Spirit Realm' and became the only new elder of the Xiaoyue Sect in the past ten years. I'll come over to investigate one or two for him, and my uncle has any objections?"

Quan Chen chuckled.

True Spiritual Realm!

Guang Junhou's heart was shocked: "He actually broke through the 'True Spirit Realm'...... How could it be so fast!"

For a while, Guang Junhou was a little incoherent and seemed to find it difficult to accept this fact.

"Your name is Beimo, right?"

Quan Chen's eyes turned, and he looked at Beimo with a little interest.

Swish!

The afterimage flickered, and Beimo only felt a strong wind coming.

However, before he could react, a large hand weighing as heavy as a thousand pounds appeared on his shoulder.

"Let Me Go ......"

Beimo's face was flushed, and he struggled to get lucky, but found that the internal strength of the martial arts of his whole body was blocked, and his body was difficult to move.

Stop it!

Guang Junhou leaped forward, and a sharp silver wave surrounded and vibrated between his arms.

Poof!

The full force of the Holy Realm Grandmaster's blow, like a silver sharp match, slashed towards Quan Chen.

Quan Chen smiled indifferently, threw Beimo away, and raised his hand to swipe it, and a cold moonlight trace intertwined into a strange light network in the void, and slashed with Guangjun Hou's thunder, and shook it together.

Keng~

The sharp waves of qi that pierced the bone marrow swept and raged, and a nearby pavilion collapsed in an instant.

Where the two clashed, a hole several feet in diameter was left.

Brush!

Under the action of the powerful air current, the two figures floated in the air for a short time, clashing at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Bang!boom......

The martial arts powerhouses present only felt that the figures were moving in the void and on the ground, and every time they passed, there would be an amazing roar, and the qi waves were rolling.

"This is the clash of the powerhouses of the Holy Realm......"

Zhao Feng's left eye could clearly see the process of the confrontation between the two, and always distanced himself from them, so as not to be affected by the pond fish.

Tent Pop –

At a certain moment, there was a deafening explosion in mid-air, and two figures fell in the strong air current.

"Uncle Shi, I haven't seen you for a few years, and your cultivation hasn't increased. ”

Quan Chen fell to the ground, stood with his hands in his hands, and said with a smile on his face.

"You ......"

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Guangjunhou's mouth, his face was pale, and he stood in place, his body swaying.