The Ling family had about forty or fifty disciples between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, and the competition at this time gradually came to an end.

The requirement for this competition is not to win, this is just a test for the cultivation of the younger generations by the family, as long as they reach the seventh level of spiritual strength, they will basically be judged to be qualified, and some slightly weaker ones such as the sixth or even fifth layer of spiritual strength, if the performance is good enough, the elders will also consider staying and continuing to cultivate. And those who are not qualified have to make other arrangements.

As the last set of competitions on the stage ended, the referee indifferently announced the name of the winner.

After a while, Ling Cheng on the high platform stood up, holding a list full of names in his hand: "The regular competition has ended, and the list of those who passed this test is as follows: Ling Hong, Ling Feiquan, Ling Shan, Ling Yixing, Ling Miaoer, Ling Chuyang, ......"

Most of the people in the audience showed joy when they heard their names, of course, a few families were happy and a few were sad, and those who didn't hear their names when Ling Cheng announced the end were depressed.

"I hope that those who fail the test will not be discouraged, you will have another chance to take the test in six months, I hope you will continue to work hard!"

Hearing this, many of those dejected teenagers raised their heads, and a look of hope seemed to flash in their eyes!

"Alright, let's move on to the second item!" Ling Cheng cleared his throat, glanced downward, and continued: "Before the age of sixteen, you have the opportunity to challenge your brothers and sisters who have just read the qualified name, we will give you a score based on your performance, and you will have a chance to pass the next clan competition without exams!

"So, it's a rare opportunity, first come, first served!"

Ling Yifeng knew that this was the main thing, some disciples who were not very old, but had excellent talents, if they could defeat opponents who were older than him, or shine in this competition, then he was very likely to be focused on by the family, and the cultivation resources he could obtain would be even richer.

Suddenly, a flat-headed young man who was not tall walked into the ring, seeing that he was about the same age as Ling Yifeng, and he was also thirteen or fourteen years old, I don't know if it was because he was very confident in his strength, he had a smug smile on his face.

"Ling Yong, this kid actually dares to go on stage? Isn't he only a fifth-layer spiritual power? Now go up and find a beating?"

"Hehe, this kid is very ghostly, he has already broken through to the sixth layer, and he has also practiced a volume of mortal-level intermediate spiritual skills, but he has been hiding it and not telling you!

"Damn! this guy is ...... It's scheming!"

Ling Yong saluted to the high platform, and then bowed to the referee and said, "I want to challenge Cousin Ling Jian!"

The referee looked at him and nodded, turned around and shouted: "Ling Jian!

"Yes!" there was a chorus from the crowd, and a figure jumped into the ring.

"Cousin Ling Jian, please be merciful to your subordinates!" Ling Yong bent slightly towards him, meticulous in his manners.

"Good boy, dare to challenge me, I won't let you pass easily!" Ling Jian looked at Ling Yong proudly, with a smile on his face.

"Let's go!" As the referee gave the order, the two fought. The sixth-layer spiritual power is against the seventh-layer spiritual power, Ling Jian has an absolute advantage, and the gap between the sixth layer and the seventh layer is not something that can be made up by a set of mortal-level intermediate spiritual skills.

It could be seen that Ling Yong had already exerted all his strength, but Ling Jian looked relaxed and looked at ease. Even if he released the spirit technique and hit Ling Jian fiercely, Ling Jian was still fine, but it was he Ling Yong who had to admit defeat because of his lack of strength.

"You are doing well, keep up the good work!" the referee said lightly, and Ling Yong left the field gloomily.

This kind of challenge can't be said to be very fair, but it is indeed unequal, and they don't expect someone to defeat these elites who have already been selected once and can be regarded as the new elite of the younger generation of the Ling family.

There were a total of seven teenagers on the field, and almost no one could go through thirty moves in the hands of the challenged object!

"Who else wants to challenge on stage?" the referee's cold gaze swept towards the people below, and many of them almost subconsciously avoided his gaze.

Shaking his head slightly, the referee retracted his gaze, and was about to announce the next part when a light voice suddenly sounded, not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly!

"Wait! I want to challenge!"

Everyone followed the prestige, it was the Ling Yifeng who was sitting next to Ling Miao'er who suffered the hot eyes of the audience!

Ling Miao'er was also slightly stunned by his sudden voice, and looked at him suspiciously, Ling Yifeng smiled at her slightly, and then slowly walked to the ring.

"Huh, isn't this Young Master Ling Yifeng, what is he trying to do?"

"He has already entered the Spirit Wheel Realm, and he has defeated Han Bing in the middle of the Spirit Wheel Realm before, this kind of strength, many of those people on the stage are not as good as him!"

"Hmph, I think he loves to be in the limelight, he casually picks an eight- or nine-layer spiritual strength challenge, how can others be his opponents!"

"I don't think he's going to be like that, right?"

"Who knows?"

......

On the high platform, seeing that Ling Yifeng finally stood up, Ling Cheng's body that had been tense finally relaxed, and his palms were already soaked with sweat because of the tension. Ling Yifeng cast a confident gaze towards the high platform, and a smile appeared on the corner of Ling Cheng's mouth.

"Huh? This is Ling Yifeng, the genius young master of the Ling family who has not been seen in a hundred years? I have heard his name for a long time, but it is rare to see it after all, and when I see it today, it is really a talent and extraordinary instrument!"

"Hehe, it's the dog! Mrs. Liu, you praise it falsely!" Ling Cheng smiled modestly.

He keenly noticed that Han Jin, the head of the Han family who was shrouded in a black robe on the side, had an aura on his body that flashed away!

Ling Yifeng's battle defeated Han Jin's son Han Bing, not only seriously injured Han Bing, but also equivalent to a slap in the face of the Han family, a "waste" who had been ridiculed by them for three years, actually defeated the genius they were proud of! This Han Jin was naturally ill-intentioned when he saw Ling Yifeng!

Ling Cheng's sword eyebrows raised slightly, and he secretly sneered in his heart, this is the territory of the Ling family, he doesn't dare to do anything, besides, he won't be shameless to bully Ling Yifeng!

Walking into the ring, Ling Yifeng greeted the referee with a smile: "Uncle Lei, hello!"

Ling Lei was slightly stunned, and then nodded with a smile.

This Ling Lei was Ling Cheng's personal guard before, and his relationship with Ling Yifeng was also very good!

"Young Master, who do you want to challenge?" Ling Lei asked.

"Is it okay to challenge anyone casually?" Ling Yifeng asked with a smile.

"That's right, as long as the other party accepts, you can challenge whoever you want!"

Ling Yifeng smiled faintly and said softly, "I want to challenge, Ling Chuyang!"

"No problem, Ling Chu......" The referee was suddenly startled, he looked at Ling Yifeng's eyes, wanting to confirm if he had heard it wrong: "You mean you want to challenge Ling Chuyang?"

Ling Yifeng winked at Ling Lei, nodded firmly, and said, "That's right, it's Ling Chuyang!"

"Why, can't you?" Ling Yifeng wondered.

"Yes, you can, but you ......" Ling Lei stopped talking, he knew that Ling Yifeng had defeated Han Bing, and he had obtained the "Soul Yuan Pill" nine months ago and resumed his cultivation. However, Ling Chuyang had the strength of the genuine Spirit Yuan Realm, no matter how talented Ling Yifeng was, it was impossible for him to catch up with Ling Chuyang's strength from the early stage of the Spirit Wheel Realm in just nine months!

"Ling Chuyang is about to turn eighteen years old this year, you are only fourteen years old, right? wait a few years......" Ling Lei whispered, hoping that Ling Yifeng would change his mind and change his opponent!

However, when he looked at Ling Yifeng's determined expression that didn't seem to be joking, Ling Lei's words came to an abrupt end.

"Ling Chuyang!