The disciple on the left took advantage of the victory and pursued it, but he didn't care about the wooden sword that flew to the edge, hit the invisible barrier, and fell to the ground with a slap.

Instead, he just stood there and continued to chant the incantation. Soon, a big water ball crashed forward, knocking the disciple on the right who had just gotten up to the ground again.

Not only was the water poured into his mouth and nose, but the disciple was choked and coughed again and again.

Seeing that the opponent was about to take action, the disciple on the right was so frightened that he raised his hands and shouted: "Admit defeat! Admit it, ahem, admit defeat, stop fighting."

"In venue A, Yu Xiaowen of the Tianfu lineage wins~!" the deacon reported expressionlessly, picking up the book on his left hand and taking a note.

Although he won the victory, Yu Xiaowen was still gasping for air at this moment. Most of his mana was gone at once, and there was still sweat on his forehead, but his face could not hide his excitement.

Su Yan nodded slightly, it's really good that this little guy can hit like this with his backhand.

Then Su Yan looked at other venues and discovered a very interesting phenomenon: these beginners basically did not choose close combat. Most of them stood in place and cast spells, similar to a turn-based system.

Moreover, their execution of Taoist spells was rigid and unflexible; Su Yan even saw a disciple who nervously recited the wrong spell, and then hurriedly recited it from the beginning.

Like this, naturally you can't lose anymore. Fortunately, it is a low-level Taoist method, otherwise you will hurt yourself if you mess around like this.

From this point of view, it is no wonder that the Immortal Cultivation Sect generally does not let its disciples go down the mountain before the third level.

Not to mention those martial arts masters, even those in their prime who have no martial arts skills, if they are suddenly attacked at close range, these eleven or twelve-year-old, or even only eight or nine-year-old little kids will 99% become someone else's food.

Of course, when Su Yan saw this, he was not completely confident and looked down on everyone, because there were still disciples in the late first realm in this examination room.

These disciples are generally older, either fourteen or fifteen years old like Su Yan, or simply those few seventeen or eighteen years old.

Since the realm is approaching the second realm and they have been practicing Taoism for at least three to five years, these disciples are much smarter. They know how to move and will not stand stupidly in place.

Moreover, the wooden swords in their hands are no longer completely furnished, or thrown out and ignored; some basic swordsmanship can still be very deceptive when used in their hands, often making the younger disciples turn pale and voluntarily admit defeat.<

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What Su Yan focused on later was the competition between these people, and no longer paid attention to the novices pecking each other...

About half an hour later, Su Yan finally heard someone read his name.

"In venue No. D, Yun Ji is from the same line of Tianliang, and Su Yan is from the same line of Tianliang, enter the venue!"

Su Yan... As soon as he heard this name, the surrounding disciples who were still watching or preparing for the battle all turned their heads to look at No. D, and most of the invigilators and deacons also looked over.

Su Yan had expected it, but calmly took a wooden sword and walked straight to the venue.

Yes, he did not deliberately request a wooden knife in advance, this was also considered.

Anyway, for rookies like Su Yan, holding a knife is almost the same as holding a sword. If you hold a sword in a polite manner, you can still confuse others. If you hold a unique knife, others will be wary of you.

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The opponent was a boy in his early teens, wearing a Taoist robe, and he looked a little nervous. It was his first time to take a quiz, and he was even more nervous when he faced a "big celebrity".

The disciples around seemed a little confused, "Is it really that Su Yan? But didn't he come to Qingcheng Palace as a guest? Why do he still need to take the quiz?"

"It seems to be him. His age and appearance match those I've heard about, and you can see that his demeanor is different. He's very calm."

"That's him. I know the inner sect brother who lives on the main peak of Tiantong. He told me about this. In my opinion, there is no difference between this Su Yan and Gu Zhenren's direct disciple."

Su Yan ignored the comments from the outside world. There was silence in his ears as soon as he entered the venue. Even when he looked around, the bustling crowd just now disappeared, and he could only see the figure of the middle-aged deacon next to him.

Then his opponent Yunji also entered the room. The two of them held their swords and bowed to each other. Then they heard the deacon shout: "Start."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yunji immediately withdrew about ten steps back, muttering something while he was doing so, "There is real water condensing into the mysterious waves, and the river flows backwards and rises to the sky..."

Just halfway through the recitation, he was horrified to see Su Yan's expressionless face, but he rushed over with a sword in his hand with murderous intent, without any intention of chanting the incantation.

Seeing that the other party got stuck in the middle of reciting, Su Yan helped him finish the second half of the sentence: "Yin rises, yang precipitates, water and fire harmonize, forming clouds and high mountains."

Following the ups and downs and rhythmic chanting, Su Yan slashed his head and face with one sword without using any of his magic power!

Yun Ji hurriedly raised his sword to block it, but as soon as the two swords touched, his hand went numb and painful, and the long sword flew out of his hand.

Then Su Yan stepped on his foot, turned the tip of the sword upside down, leaned forward, and touched Yunji's abdomen with the hilt of the sword. The opponent let out a cry of pain and flew out of the field.

"Field number D, Su Yansheng of the same lineage of heaven~!" The middle-aged deacon made a note in the book without any surprise.

As long as you know that a while ago, Su Yan violently beat up a group of disciples who were looking for trouble with him, you can naturally expect such an outcome. I heard that the other party came from a martial arts family, and it is normal to have some foundation since childhood.

"Ah, so fast?"

"It ended before I could see it clearly. How long did it last?"

As soon as Su Yan stepped out of the field, he heard everyone's exclamation.

He was still calm and calm, but he did not leave directly. Instead, he went to the opposite side and helped Yunji up, who was pale in pain and dripping with cold sweat.

Although Su Yan held back his hand just now, the direct blow to the stomach was very powerful, so he still had to suffer.

Yunji smiled bitterly and nodded to Su Yan.

When other people saw this scene, their first impression of Su Yan was also good. He didn't seem to be an arrogant person.

Su Yan himself is very self-aware. After all, he is not a disciple of Qingcheng. If he is too arrogant, it will easily arouse the hatred of many disciples, which will also be detrimental to his monastic career in the next ten years.

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What happened next was very simple. In several games in a row, Su Yan would just pick up the sword and chop without saying a word.

Very few disciples can adapt to his simple and crude fighting style. Even those who have talismans on their bodies are often beaten to the ground by Su Yan before they are inspired.
Chapter completed!