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Although Mu Jingtai's temper was indeed intimidating, he was shrewd beneath his rough exterior; otherwise, he would have been thrown out of Zhaoning Sect as an outcast long ago.

The happiest person about Luo Shan's safety wasn't Chen An, but Elder Hao Tian. Of all the disciples he had, only Luo Shan was someone he could truly trust.

After the first match, Mu Jingtai had the most serious injuries. Although Luo Shan lost, his strength was definitely among the best of this generation.

In the second round, one person will have a bye, and just like before, it will be done by drawing lots.

Seeing the result, Gu Minglang, who was sitting next to him, sighed, "You know, sometimes fools are just lucky."

Chen An looked at the remaining three women and two men on the field. Besides his senior brother, there was Senior Sister Xu He, who was announced during the disciple acceptance ceremony, and Yuan Ningning, Elder Changtian's most proud third disciple.

Besides these four, the little girl with the Nezha hairstyle was the one who got a turn.

"Fifth Senior Brother, that Senior Sister doesn't look very old."

Gu Minglang showed a rather regretful expression and pulled Chen An closer. Xue Shumo, seeing his mysterious look, also came over.

"She is a legendary figure named Jing Si. She was orphaned at a young age and was taken in by that old fellow Elder Wu Shu. After cultivating for thirty years, she won first place in the martial arts tournament and enjoyed immense glory. For the next twenty years, she dominated the first place."

Compared to other geniuses, this senior sister was approachable and always ready to help others in danger. At the time, everyone tacitly agreed that she would be the next sect leader.

"Later, he was seriously injured while exploring the secret realm and became possessed by a demon. Not only could he no longer use most of his moves, but his body also turned into that of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old. The most pitiful thing was that his mind was only that of a five or six-year-old."

"In the past ten years or so, her cultivation has not improved at all. Don't be fooled by how powerful the second and third senior brothers are. They are at the same level as Jing Si was more than ten years ago. If this senior sister hadn't had an accident, she would probably have broken through the Yin-Yang realm and entered the final threshold of cultivation, the Nascent Soul stage."

"If she were to reach the Nascent Soul stage, none of us would dare to call her Elder."

The path of cultivation is difficult, as Chen An knows very well, but it is truly lamentable that such a genius has fallen.

On the field, Jing Si smiled happily, holding the bye draw; her innocent face revealed the purity of a child.

Mu Jingtai was very disappointed when he fought Yuan Ningning. The only one among these people who hadn't had a good fight with him was Xu He. He knew he would definitely lose to Xu He, but the process of fighting was what he enjoyed the most.

Xuan Qingyuan was equally disappointed. It wasn't that he cared much about the ranking, but the prize for first place in this competition was just too tempting.

The battle began, and Yuan Ningning, as Mu Jingtai's old rival, was very familiar with each other's attack methods.

Yuan Ningning's cultivation level was high, and she used this to suppress Mu Jingtai.

However, Mu Jingtai was no pushover either, and he persevered despite having lost most of his health to Luo Shan's attack.

After an incense stick had burned, Mu Jingtai was accidentally kicked in the face by Si Ningning and kicked off the stage.

Many people in the audience were very dissatisfied with Mu Jingtai's performance. Although the kid was annoying, at least his strength was undeniable.

In previous martial arts tournaments, he had fought Yuan Ningning quite a few times, and the number of times they won was about the same. But this time, he lost too quickly, and he didn't get to enjoy the match at all.

Most importantly, neither of them used their most powerful attack moves.

On the field.

"Wow, you're pretty bad."

Si Ningning casually finished speaking as she passed Mu Jingtai, not giving him a chance to retort, and walked away quickly.

The game between Xu He and Xuan Qingyuan was very exciting, but the result was predetermined. Three or four hours later, Xuan Qingyuan was defeated and had to watch the game.

Elder Mingsan hid in a corner, watching his two disciples, his anger rising.

First it was ten to two, then five to two. Regardless of their strength, based on probability, at least one of them should have made it into the top three.

Mu Jingtai, that silly boy, is one thing, but Xuan Qingyuan can't hold on either. He's the number one among the younger generation in my heart.

After the two left the arena, they didn't come to watch the match; instead, they hid away to recover from their injuries, lest they be mocked by their master for not contributing.

The format for the top three is that each person has to play two matches. If they win both matches, they are first; if they win once, they are second; and if they lose both, they are third.

Si Ningning knew she couldn't get first place, as Xu He's cultivation and combat skills were far superior to hers.

But she didn't hold back at all when facing Suga. Once she gripped her sword, she went straight for it. Opportunities to fight against a strong opponent are rare.

When it was Jing Si's turn, you could clearly feel the lack of coherence in her fighting style. Sometimes she could force her opponent into a corner with several moves in a row, and sometimes she couldn't even do basic defense.

Fortunately, Wu Shu felt sorry for her and gave her a lot of treasures. He used to be a prodigy and had a lot of things to protect himself, so he wasn't seriously injured when he lost.

After the martial arts tournament ended, the order was: first, Xu He; second, Si Ningning; and third, Jing Si.

The sect leader stepped forward and personally presented awards to the younger generation. The most excited people in the audience were Chen An and his group of newcomers. Those who had been in the sect for decades were used to this scene.

In the end, only a few people will win the awards; they will always be just supporting characters. People like Gu Minglang, who are growing up faster, still have a chance.

If you join a sect with Xuan Qingyuan and the others, you'll almost certainly not succeed unless you get a windfall.

Elder Mingsan searched around but couldn't find Xuan Qingyuan and Mu Jingtai who were hiding. However, he did see Chen An and his group.

Chen An and Xue Shumo have only been practicing for less than a year, so it's not their fault. Si Xun's greatest skill is alchemy, not fighting.

“Gu Minglang, I won first place in the martial arts tournament every year back then. Look at you, how long have you been at Mingsan Peak, and now you can’t even get into the finals.”

Gu Minglang, this unfortunate man, became the scapegoat for no reason, and could only accept it.

"Really? If you're so powerful, why aren't you the sect leader? Hahahahahahahahahahaha."

"who is it!"

Elder Mingsan shouted and turned around to see Elder Wushu, who was undermining him.

"You've only ever won first place once, and that was when the sect leader had an accident during his cultivation and couldn't participate in the martial arts tournament. You've been bragging about it all this time, and you're even a master now. It's really shameful."

Elder Mingsan's face turned pale with anger, but he couldn't refute a word the other party said. Knowing he was in the wrong, he excused himself to go get some wine and strolled away.

Gu Minglang was very grateful to his martial uncle and stepped forward to greet him with a fawning expression, "Thank you, martial uncle. How have you been lately?"

Elder Wu Shu stroked his beard, gave Gu Minglang a disdainful look, and said in a deep voice, "So that old geezer was cursing you, kid. I should have known better than to help."

"Uncle-Master, I remember you were very kind to me when I was a child."

"Don't mention your childhood, or I'll slap you." As he spoke, Elder Wu Shu's pharmacopoeia appeared in his hand.

With the massive object, several centimeters thick, right in front of him, Gu Minglang's memories of being beaten up were all too vivid. He immediately bowed and obediently sat down.

The well-behaved young man was truly endearing. As was customary, Elder Wu Shu gave Gu Minglang a book before leaving satisfied.

On his way back to his seat, Elder Wu Shu felt extremely guilty. He had hesitated just now. Gu Minglang had burned down most of his medical book, and he had gone easy on it. How could he do that to the medical book?