My Heaven-Defying Spirit

When Ming Huaishang came back to his senses, Cheng Yangzhi was still immersed in the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers below. At this time, a cold voice suddenly sounded

"There are people coming behind us, and they are stronger than me."

Luosha finally spoke. He had been silent all along, not being moved by the two men. He was as cold as his name.

Ming Huaishang had already been reminded by Xiaoqing, and Cheng Yangzhi also came to his senses at this time. He turned his head and looked behind him, but seeing no one, he thought Luosha was joking and was about to speak.

But soon, there was a sound of breaking air not far behind them, and several small dots gradually grew larger. A total of ten people came in front of the three people and stopped them.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

Cheng Yang walked straight ahead and shouted angrily at several people. He was flying just now, but these people in front of him were faster than him and blocked his way, almost making him fall. This made him angry.

These people were only about the same age as them, but each of them had a calm look, without the immaturity of their peers.

The man didn't say anything, which made Cheng Yangzhi angry. He wanted to go up and grab someone to ask questions, but fortunately Luosha stopped him in time.

"What are you doing!"

Being stopped, Cheng Yangzhi got angry and wanted to pull Luosha away without caring whether they were in the same group or not.

At this moment, the air suddenly froze, Cheng Yangzhi stopped moving, and Luosha stopped trying to stop him.

I saw that not far behind, a middle-aged man in a purple robe came stepping into the air. In just a blink of an eye, he came among the crowd.

Although the man was restrained, the invisible pressure from his body emanated from them, making it difficult for the others to breathe.

"Elder!"

When this man appeared, these people bowed to him respectfully.

"Um"

The purple-robed man nodded slightly, then looked at Ming Huaishang and the others.

"You are disciples of the Yanque Sect, right?

He looked at the few people indifferently.

Although several people were dissatisfied, they still nodded in response.

"I am the elder of Shangxuan Peak, and I belong to the Yanque Sect like you. You should go with me to attend the disciples' meeting!"

Ming Huaishang had some knowledge of the various peaks of the Yanque Sect. After a slight hesitation, he took the lead in saluting the purple-robed man.

"So you are the senior from Shangxuan Peak. Please forgive me for my poor eyesight just now."

Seeing Ming Huaishang salute, Cheng Yangzhi and Luosha also hurriedly saluted.

"Meet the seniors"

"Since you are also an elder of our Yanque Sect, then there will be no problem."

Before the two of them could speak, Ming Huaishang spoke first.

"Ok!"

Hearing Ming Huaishang's answer, the man nodded with satisfaction.

"Then let's go!"

.......

A group of people followed the purple-robed man in front. Ming Huaishang and the other two were at the end of the team. They hurried on their way. The atmosphere was very silent, without the cheerful atmosphere from before. However, their goal was the same, and the purple-robed man did not take them around, but went directly to the coordinates of the disciples' conference.

After a while, the group arrived at the top of the mountain. The view here was wide and the mountains could be seen at a glance. In the center of the mountain, a huge square was built.

There were already quite a few people walking around him, they were dressed differently and were talking to each other.

When Ming Huaishang and his party arrived at this area, they saw a figure walking quickly towards them. The man was a young man, about twenty years old. After taking a look at Ming Huaishang and his party, he respectfully bowed to the man in purple robe, and then took everyone to a place outside the square and settled them down.

At the new disciples' conference, Ming Huaishang didn't know what to do. He had never participated in one before. Looking at the young men of the same age as them, each of them was in high spirits, Ming Huaishang suddenly became excited.

According to Yan Ruyu's previous instructions, this new disciple conference is a competition between the new disciples of each sect, and the winner will be decided. The winner will be rewarded with some training resources, which are extremely generous.

Of course, it is not that simple. On the surface, it is a friendly competition between the various sects, but in reality, it is a fight between the open and the covert. In previous years, it is inevitable that some old disciples also came to participate to dominate the sect, so this also concerns the honor of the sect.

At this time, Ming Huaishang and the other two were standing at the end of the team, looking up, recalling what Yan Ruyu had said to them.

"Among the new disciples, most are at the Body Tempering Stage, with a few at the Qi Condensation Stage. Because they haven't practiced for a long time, their realms are generally in this range."

As the three of them were recalling, the sound of breaking air was heard again in the sky. Dozens of figures stopped where they were. Then the man from before stepped forward again. After the same process was completed, the pedestrian was taken to another place by the young man.

.......

Dozens of minutes passed, and the top of the mountain was already crowded with people, all of whom were in their own sects.

"Everyone, everyone is here. Now let me briefly explain the rules of this disciple competition!"

A fat old man flew into the air and shouted to everyone, and then there was silence.

"The New Disciple Conference is also a competition between various sects to test new disciples. The competition is divided into two rounds. In the first round, all disciples step forward!"

Then, all the disciples stepped forward at the signal of the leading elders, and Ming Huaishang and others were among them. There were a total of eight people from the Yanque Sect, including Ming Huaishang and his three companions, and the other five were brought by the elder from Shangxuan Peak.

As the disciples walked onto the stage, there were about a hundred people in the square.

They stood in the square in a neat row, waiting for the fat old man's voice to sound again.

"In the first round of the new disciple competition, there will be a sect brawl. All the new disciples from each sect will stand in the square and fight. When a sect has no disciples standing on the stage, they will be eliminated. As long as there is one person still standing on the stage, they will survive. Only the last two sects will be promoted!"

Rumble!

As soon as the fat old man finished speaking, the area where everyone was located began to rise, and it stopped after rising to more than ten meters.

"The first round of the competition begins now!"

Following the command, everyone in the field quickly lined up and stood facing each other.

"Starting so soon?"

Ming Huaishang was somewhat stunned. Another thing that puzzled him was that there were so many new disciples in the Yanque Sect, why did they come here?

But looking at the elevated stage and the wary and unfriendly looks around them, they could only get into fighting stance.

There were about a hundred people on the elevated arena, but if you look closely, there were only thirteen teams in total. Some sects sent more people, as many as fourteen or fifteen, while some sent fewer, with only seven or eight people. The Yanque Sect, where Ming Huaishang was located, was naturally one of the sects with the fewest people.

The weak ones will be picked, so the teams with fewer people will naturally become the first target of the teams with more people. After all, only the sects that stand on the stage at the end will be qualified to advance.

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