When they walked out of Lingwu Hall, several fellow disciples were silent to each other.

After Master announced the quota, they were no longer simply brothers and sisters, but had competition and conflicts of interest with each other.

"Only ten days..."

Feng Yinyue clenched her hands, trembling slightly, and glanced at Nangong Fan and Yang Qingshan beside her.

Nangong Fan and Yang Qingshan have reached the eighth level and the eighth level peak respectively. If nothing happens, the remaining two spots should belong to them.

As for Feng Yinyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei, their cultivation levels are all at the peak of the seventh level.

Zhao Feng looked calm. He was confident about competing for a spot, but he was a little worried about Zhao Yufei.

Zhao Yufei, who was standing next to her, had a hint of gloominess in her clear eyes, and glanced at him from time to time, as if she was reluctant to leave.

Zhao Feng was sure that she should give up. He felt a little regretful and sighed secretly.

Through the insight from his left eye, he had a certain assessment of Zhao Yufei's strength. He was between Feng Yinyue and Nangong Fan, and the chance of competing for a spot was small.

"Zhao Feng! Do you remember the agreement between us? Enter the sect and have a long and short time together. I hope you still have that chance..."

Bei Mo glanced at Zhao Feng calmly, with a hint of mockery.

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

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

Second, with the qualifications of a semi-spiritual body, whether he can successfully pass the sect's examination is still a question.

Therefore, Zhao Feng's hope of finally joining the sect and having a "combat battle" with him is slim.

"There will be a day."

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

"Where does this kid get his confidence? What can he rely on to challenge our ranking?"

Nangong Fan sneered.

Yang Qingshan, on the other hand, looked slightly solemn and looked at Zhao Feng's back thoughtfully.

After the six talented young men returned home, they all began to practice hard in seclusion.

In the last ten days, Feng Yinyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei all took the time to practice hard and strive to achieve a breakthrough in the final stage.

Nangong Fan and Yang Qingshan did not dare to rely on others and used the last ten days to consolidate their training and improve their strength.

The most relaxed person is Bei Mo.

There was no pressure on him at all. There was almost no suspense about being selected and entering the sect.

But he didn't take it easy for two days either.

Not long after, Marquis Guangjun summoned him, and the powerful Saint Realm Grandmaster personally encouraged and guided his cultivation. This kind of treatment was something that Zhao Feng and others could not enjoy.

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

On the fifth day.

Zhao Feng successfully succeeded and broke through to the eighth level of martial arts.

He was promoted to the eighth level without even deliberately attacking.

Zhao Feng's focus was still on the "Silver Wall Jue", and he practiced tirelessly, but put his cultivation on the back burner.

The seventh day.

Feng Yinyue and Zhao Yufei broke through to the eighth level of martial arts on the same day.

Ten days passed by in a blink of an eye.

In the early morning of that day, six talented young men returned to Lingwu Hall.

Lingwu Hall is a martial arts arena that is more than a hundred feet long and wide.

Marquis Guangjun stood with his hands behind his back, and on the left and right stood Ye Lingyun and the three guards with one arm.

The six geniuses headed by Bei Mo lined up in a row, waiting for the master's words.

"good."

Marquis Guangjun glanced at the six disciples and nodded with slight satisfaction.

Since then, all six disciples have reached the eighth level of martial arts.

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

Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan both reached the eighth level peak, and the former even reached the eighth level limit.

Feng Yinyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei all just broke through to the eighth level.

It can be said that any one of the six people can be proud of an ordinary small town, and they are extremely talented in the entire Xiangyun Kingdom.

"Master, have you confirmed the three quotas?"

Ye Lingyun said slightly expectantly.

"It's basically confirmed. I plan to give three places to Bei Mo, Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan respectively."

Marquis Guangjun said in a deep voice.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Feng Yinyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei all changed.

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

Zhao Feng's face was full of surprise. He didn't expect Marquis Guangjun to make a decision so easily.

He originally thought that there would need to be a competition among fellow disciples to determine the quota.

"Master, don't you give the other three junior brothers some opportunities?"

Ye Lingyun was greatly surprised.

Sanwei, who had lost an arm, also frowned. This was not like Master's behavior.

Marquis Guangjun smiled slightly, and just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed.

"who!"

Marquis Guangjun shouted in surprise, and the powerful and profound sound echoed in the martial arts field and nearby halls.

At the same time, he looked towards a garden adjacent to the martial arts arena.

"Haha...Uncle Xu, you're fine!"

A leisurely and pleasant man's laughter came from the garden.

Whoosh!

A young man wearing a green shirt with black stripes, like a dragonfly, landed on the martial arts field with a gentle tap among the flowers and trees.

This young man was about twenty-seven or eighty years old, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He was extraordinarily handsome and exuded a strange and unpredictable aura.

He was calm and relaxed, pacing slowly, looking at Marquis Guangjun with a smile, and then looking at Bei Mo.

Meeting his eyes, Marquis Guangjun's figure trembled, his expression solemn, as if he was afraid.

"The clothes this person is wearing..."

Zhao Feng's heart moved and he stared at the clothes of the mysterious young man.

It was a standard piece of clothing with black stripes and a green shirt. When he first saw it, he thought it looked familiar.

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

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

"How dare you, Xiao Fangxiao, to trespass into the important territory of Guangling Mansion."

Ye Lingyun shouted in surprise, a powerful inner energy surged through his body, and he was ready to take action.

Miso!

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

"stop!"

Marquis Guangjun's anxious voice rang in the ears of Ye Lingyun and others.

The three guards with broken arms who were taking action stopped in time and believed in the master's words.

However, the other two Guangjun guards were too late, and their attack almost fell on the mysterious young man.

Phew! Phew!

The cold blue light, as transparent as a crescent moon, passed over the bodies of the two Guangjun guards.

Hmm~

The two Guangjun guards, whose strength was close to the ninth level, froze, a fountain of blood burst from their throats, and they fell to the ground with a "plop".

In the blink of an eye, two Guangjun guards died.

Ye Lingyun, Bei Mo, Yang Qingshan and others did not even see the mysterious young man's action clearly.
To be continued...