Song Hua looked towards Chu Yan and happened to see Chu Yan talking eloquently surrounded by a group of deacons.

"Well, that's true." Faced with the fiery or questioning gazes of these deacons, Chu Yan's eyes were clear.

Chu Yan had already expected being surrounded by so many deacons who suddenly rushed out, so he was not panicked at all at this moment.

"Before this Hundred Sects Recruitment Ceremony, I did have a small accident, which caused all my meridians to be broken." Chu Yan told the truth, "But I didn't give up, and kept practicing every day. The Emperor and God paid off, and I was finally able to

A few days before the ceremony, my meridians were restored."

"Excuse me, can we test it?" a deacon asked.

This matter is no small matter, they must make sure.

"No problem." Chu Yan nodded.

He stretched out an arm, and suddenly, several deacons were on the scene, placing their fingers on Chu Yan's arm.

The scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on Chu Yan.

Especially the group of young warriors, all of them had their mouths open at this moment and their eyes were as wide as eggs.

Just now, they heard that Chu Yan had been promoted to the Pulse Condensation Realm.

This is a sixteen-year-old monk!

And these people are only warriors around the third level of the True Martial Realm, not even the fourth level.

Everyone, it’s really annoying!

Originally, these young warriors were all envious and jealous of Chu Yan because he was favored by the sect's deacons.

But now they are only envious. As for jealousy, they don't dare to have any jealousy at all.

There is no way, he is a monk and a martial artist, but he is more than a star and a half taller.

After a brief inspection, these deacons confirmed that Chu Yan's meridians were intact.

Not only that, they also found out that Chu Yan's meridians were stronger than those of ordinary monks.

The deacons in charge of the inspection were trembling with excitement at this moment.

"There is no problem. Chu Yan is indeed a monk..."

After one of the deacons made the announcement, before he could finish his words, the scene suddenly felt like boiling oil had been poured with a spoonful of boiling water, and it was about to explode.

"Chu Yan! On behalf of the Qijue Sect, I extend my most sincere invitation to you!"

"Chu Yan! Tingxue Tower is the most suitable sect for you, and I can guarantee that once you choose Tingxue Tower, an elder will immediately accept you as a direct disciple!"

"Our Wuxiang Sect will strongly support you, Chu Yan, choose our Wuxiang Sect!"

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After these deacons confirmed that Chu Yan's meridians were unimpeded and that he was in the genuine Pulse Condensation Realm, they all shouted like chicken blood and offered the best offers they could to seduce Chu Yan.

To be honest, even if Chu Yan did not achieve an astonishing score of nearly 10,000 points today, his level alone was enough to make these sects break their heads and try to snatch him away.

A sixteen-year-old Pulse Condensing Realm monk would be a rare genius for any sect in the Yun Ao Kingdom!

The group of young warriors around were all dumbfounded, staring dumbly at this group of usually aloof deacons. At this moment, they all gathered in front of Chu Yan, with a smile that they had never seen before, and they were trying to win over Chu Yan.

You know, under normal circumstances, these deacons would not be so kind to the patriarchs of the families where these young warriors belong.

However, among the crowd, there was one person at this moment who felt that his whole body was cold and his face was as pale as paper.

This person is Yan Junrui.

Not long ago, he was the center of attention and was sought after by countless people.

But now, everything has changed.

In Yan Junrui's view, Chu Yan stole everyone's attention from him.

He should be the one who is being sought after, surrounded, and robbed by all the major sects at the moment.

"You bastard, you stole the attention that should have belonged to me... I will never let you go..."

Yan Junrui gritted his teeth and walked towards Chu Yan suddenly.

"I don't accept it!"

At this time, Yan Junrui screamed, causing the scene to become silent.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yan Junrui's face twisted and he pointed at Chu Yan: "I don't believe you can get more than nine thousand points. There must be something wrong with the Void Spirit Monument! I don't accept it! I want to give it a try with you!"

Seeing Yan Junrui's eyebrows raised and his teeth bared, Chu Yan was not very willing to argue with him.

After all, Chu Yan's mind is much more mature than Yan Junrui's.

He has now successfully received invitations from many sects and proved himself, so there is no need to accept the doubts of other warriors.

If he had to respond to anyone who questioned him, he would probably be exhausted to death.

So Chu Yan ignored Yan Junrui at this moment.

Who knows, in the end, Chu Yan's performance became a complete evasion and guilty conscience in Yan Jun's eyes.

Yan Junrui immediately proved even more that Chu Yan had something up his sleeve.

He originally didn't believe that Chu Yan could get nine thousand points, but when he saw Chu Yan's performance, he suddenly became angry.

"If you don't dare to respond, then I will force you to respond! I will make you show your true colors!" Yan Junrui let out a long roar, flicked his wrist, and a long sword suddenly slipped from his sleeve, took it in his hand, and pointed it towards Chu

Go away with words.

"Cold Light Shadow Sword!"

In full view of everyone, he stabbed Chu Yan in the back of the heart with a fierce sword.

"court death!"

Feeling the cold air behind him, Chu Yan frowned suddenly, and in the depths of his eyes, cold light flashed, and in an instant, it turned into flying snow, covering his eyeballs.

Originally, he didn't plan to argue with Yan Junrui, but now, the other party unexpectedly attacked him secretly, and when he attacked, he was aiming to kill him.

"Who do you think you are, you are worthy of challenging me!"

With a roar, Chu Yan turned around, grabbed the opponent's sword, and twisted it with a click. Suddenly, a sharp sword twisted into a twist in Chu Yan's hand.

Yan Junrui was completely stunned at this moment.

The long sword in his hand was given by the elders of the family, which was one of the reasons for him to participate in the ceremony of recruiting hundreds of disciples.

But now, even the opponent's palms can't be cut.

Yan Junrui's thoughts stopped at this time.

Chu Yan took a step forward, and the sound of breaking through the air came with a crash like rolling thunder hitting the ground.

"Shadow Eight Desolations Fist!"

Boom boom boom boom!

In the void, the shadows of fists flew.

Every punch Chu Yan fired was like beating a war drum, beating hard on the hearts of everyone present.

The weaker young warriors turned pale at this moment, their knees became weak, and they fell to the ground.

Yan Junrui only had time to let out a scream, his body rose into the air, his throat was filled with blood gushing out, and he fell like a kite with broken strings.

There were several deep depressions in his body, and his muscles and bones were all broken. He flew six or seven feet away before landing on the ground. He rolled his eyes and saw blood flowing from his mouth and nose. He watched for a moment and a half.

It's impossible to wake up soon.
Chapter completed!