The four of them all possess astonishing talents and outstanding beauty. How can they be compared to a group of lucky people like them? Therefore, each of them has the self-knowledge to quit, even Luo Tianyang His expression also became serious.

He had just entered the Golden Immortal and his cultivation had not yet been fully stabilized. Even if it was a battle of the same class, was he sure he could defeat or win the recognition of any of the four of them?

Seeing that the disciples in the audience were like eggplants after being beaten by frost, Mu Yunqi also understood that today's inner disciple selection competition was completely ruined.

He wanted to change two disciples, but he chose all four disciples with his own hands. He really didn't want to go back on his word because of his face.

"Interesting!" Nangong Quan, who was leaning on the back of a large chair with his legs crossed, became interested and stretched his neck.

"Oh, the Third Elder is probably afraid that your few disciples will be snatched away by the Tianqian Sect!" Sikong Yi revealed the secret with one word and teased while holding Nangong Quan.

"Tch, would I be afraid of him? Who doesn't know that I, Nangong Quan, love my disciples as my own children, so would they be willing to leave me?" Nangong Quan glared at Sikong Yi with disdain, and the two elders pinched each other on the chair.

Mu Yunqi was upset and was even more in no mood to deal with these two guys who were adding insult to injury.

"Since God's will is like this, I really can't go against it. All the disciples can do what they can and try their best." Mu Yunqi attributed all this to God's will, but he didn't seem to pay the price.

The long incense he lit seemed to be taunting him mercilessly, and soon one-sixth of it was burned.

The disciples in the audience still looked at each other, and no one was willing to take the lead. They all stared at the incense, watching it slowly turn red and then gray, and then turned into ashes and fell.

"No one is willing to come on stage to challenge?" Mu Yunqi was a little disappointed. He pretended to be calm and sat on his chair, looking majestically at the disciples in the audience.

Although few people have been able to pass this selection in the past, there are always dozens of disciples who come on stage to try. If no one comes on stage this year, wouldn't the selection of inner disciples become as much of a joke as the touchstone test?

Are the disciples of the Tianshan Sect really inferior to each other from generation to generation? Mu Yunqi disagrees, at least deep down he doesn't want to admit it.

As time passed by, Mu Yunqi's heart was bleeding, and he was losing face more and more. He even wanted to stand up and end this farce as soon as possible.

A quarter of the incense has been burned.

"Damn it, I finally waited for three years and practiced for three years just for today? Even if I can't make it,

Disciple, I also want to see if I have made any progress!"

Just when Mu Yunqi could no longer hold back, a disciple in green jumped up from the crowd and slowly landed on the yellow-brown stone platform.

"Xiao Qian, a disciple of the Great Elder, came here to ask for advice from the fourth senior brother. I hope that the senior brother will give you some advice." This disciple is six feet tall, neither too tall nor too short. His complexion is a little dark, his facial features are average, and he looks very honest. He seems to be an honest and rough guy on weekdays.

He held the silver sword in his hand and bowed to Chen Yifan.

"Okay! You have the courage!" Mu Yunqi finally showed a happy smile on his face.

"Come on, Junior Brother Xiao Qian!"

"Brother Xiao Qian, come on!"

Even Luo Qingshui and Yan Qingcheng couldn't help but cheer for him.

Because he was the first to take the stage, carrying the hopes of all the disciples.

"Okay, I accept your challenge." Chen Yifan stepped forward. Under the mask, he only had a pair of unpredictable eyes.

He slowly landed two feet in front of Xiao Qian and looked at the infuriating energy in Xiao Qian's body.

"Is this the Tribulation Stage? Okay." The next second, dark golden Qi surged from Chen Yifan's body, which was no different from Xiao Qian's. He also suppressed his strength to the Tribulation Stage.

"Xiao Qian is a bit clever. He feels that Chen Yifan has just started, his cultivation is not stable yet, and he has just begun to master the mental methods. Therefore, people of the same class feel that he has the power to fight, because Chen Yifan has the same strength as him

We cannot control all the flying knives, only two at most." Bai Si did not agree with them, but said in a low voice.

"Ah? Does he have a good chance of winning?" Luo Qingshui heard Bai Si's words and turned to look at him.

Bai Si shook his head slowly, "But he made a miscalculation. Judging from the battle between Chen Yifan and Ji Yunchang, he was already very proficient in controlling the Sword Control Technique. He was able to achieve this in half a day.

This Chen Yifan is absolutely extraordinary."

Under his words, even Luo Tianyang couldn't help but nodded.

"As long as you can get even one foot closer to me, you will win!" Chen Yifan suddenly shouted in the ring.

As soon as he finished speaking, there were a lot of boos in the audience. They didn't expect that Chen Yifan, who had just become an inner disciple, would be so rampant.

But they know that he definitely has this arrogant capital.

"Okay, let me ask my senior brother for advice." Xiao Qian didn't pay attention to Chen Yifan's words, and the silver sword in his hand was unsheathed.

, stabbed towards Chen Yifan's chest, he wanted to test Chen Yifan's depth first.

There was no unedged dagger prepared for the inner disciple selection competition, so Chen Yifan had to use his own dagger.

Looking at Xiao Qian who was rushing toward him, Chen Yifan picked up his fingers, and two short knives flew out from behind him, flipped around in the air, and flew towards Xiao Qian with the back of the knife.

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Xiao Qian's mouth, and it turned out to be exactly what he wanted. Chen Yifan, who was of the same class, could only control two flying knives, but he underestimated the power of this sword.

With a "pop.", the first flying knife hit the sword in Xiao Qian's hand. Just the force of the back of the knife was enough to make his sword lose its accuracy.

Xiao Qian felt that the sword in his hand was being pulled hard, and he stabbed into the distance uncontrollably. His body was not yet stable.

"Pa!" There was another crisp sound, and the second flying knife fell from the sky and hit the blade in Xiao Qian's hand. He only felt that the sword in his hand seemed to weigh ten thousand pounds, and it stabbed hard.

On the ground, even a small piece of debris was scattered when the stone was knocked to the ground.

"Come again!" Xiao Qian refused to admit defeat. He turned to look at Chen Yifan, who was two feet away. The distance between him and Chen Yifan was still two feet away, and he could not shrink even an inch.

As soon as he finished speaking, two flying knives fell from the sky again, but this time they were not defensive, but offensive.

As soon as Xiao Qian raised his sword again, he had to deal with these two flying knives.

During the battle, the flying knife grazed Xiao Qian's sleeve more than once, but fortunately it was the back of the knife, so it did not tear his clothes to pieces.

But according to the current situation, the distance between Xiao Qian and Chen Yifan is getting farther and farther, from two feet to three feet, and his body is moving towards the bottom of the ring.

As long as he falls off the ring, it means that his challenge has failed.

We can't go on like this! While dealing with the flying knives in front of him, Xiao Qian thought that he would defeat the two flying knives at all costs, break through Chen Yifan's barrier, and then attack him.

"Wandering Dragon Style!" He shouted loudly, and all the energy in his body was concentrated on the sword.

With a sound of "Wow!", the silver sword suddenly exploded in an instant. The two flying knives were really shaken away by Xiao Qian's loud shout. He spun the sword in his hand and pushed towards Chen Yifan again.

Everyone thought this would be a turning point. They looked at Xiao Qian intently, thinking that Xiao Qian was going to succeed.
Chapter completed!