The food of Yingtian Sect is quite good. Even the food given to the trialists contains spiritual energy. The Ancestral Realm deserves to be called the Ancestral Realm. If this were in the human world, I am afraid that only the core disciples of the great sect and the great clan can enjoy this kind of food.

Bar!

The concentration of spiritual energy in the Ancestral Realm is the richest among all the worlds that Gu Fei has ever seen.

People here can live to be one or two hundred years old even if they don't practice, and monks have a very long lifespan. You know, under the nourishment of spiritual energy, even a piece of grass can transform into a magical elixir!

Soon, everyone was full and walked towards the square.

Gu Fei and Yang Zhan also arrived at the square, and saw a high platform about three feet high in the middle of the square, and a cloud hanging above the square.

On top of the clouds, there are twelve immortals wearing purple-feathered fairy clothes. These immortals are high above, surrounded by fairy light, as if they are integrated with the great road of heaven and earth.

These are the twelve elders of Yingtian Villa.

Although the Twelve Elders were just sitting on the clouds and did not reveal any immortal power, everyone was cautious in front of the Twelve Elders, regardless of carelessness.

At this time, the testers in the square had already been stunned by the scene of the Immortal Family in Yingtian Courtyard.

The testers are all ordinary people, and the ones with the highest level of cultivation are only half-step immortals. Have you ever seen such a battle?

At this time, a figure jumped directly from the sacred mountain high in the sky, stepped on the colorful fairy clouds, and landed on the high platform in the middle of the square.

"See you, senior brother!"

All the disciples in white in the square bowed to the figure on the high platform.

Even the twelve elders who were squatting above the clouds stood up at this time.

"Junior brothers, there is no need to be polite!"

The young-looking immortal in white on the high platform said with a smile.

The testers in the square looked confused.

"New junior brothers, I am your senior brother, Shangguan Feixiong. Next is the second trial for the junior brothers. To be precise, it is an arena competition."

"In this competition, the top twelve can become elder disciples, those below the top twelve and above two hundred can become true disciples."

"But, I have some bad news for you. Among the Tsing Yi disciples in other courtyards, disciples below the level of Immortal God can participate in the competition."

Shangguan Feixiong said.

"What……"

As soon as Shangguan Feixiong's voice fell, the testers in the square immediately went crazy.

"Senior Brother, this is very unfair to us!"

Someone shouted to Shangguan Feixiong on the ring.

"Yes, those senior brothers in Qingyi have been practicing in the sect for so long, how can we be their opponents?" said a fat monk.

Shangguan Feixiong still looked at the testers in the audience with a smile: "As long as you are amazing enough, even those Tsing Yi juniors who started training earlier than you will not be your opponents."

"Unless you're not amazing enough."

Shangguan Feixiong continued.

"this……"

Everyone was speechless.

"Okay, now let's talk about the rules of the competition."

Shangguan Feixiong paused deliberately.

Everyone pricked up their ears.

"What I want to say is that the rules of the competition are that there are no rules. Fight until you can no longer fight. It will determine victory or defeat, as well as life and death. It will also give you a chance to resolve the grievances between you."

As Shangguan Feixiong spoke, his expression gradually became serious.

Everyone knows the principle of law of the jungle in the world of cultivation. Yingtian Sect selects disciples in this way. Although it is cruel, it is also the most effective.

Everyone was listening quietly.

"Okay, now I announce that the competition has begun."

Shangguan Feixiong said so, he rose into the sky, came to the front of the Twelve Elders, bowed to the Twelve Elders, and sat down under the Twelve Elders.

This Shangguan Feixiong is the eldest disciple of the master of the academy and the senior brother of Yingtian Academy. His cultivation and combat prowess are comparable to some of the twelve elders.

At this time, everyone under the ring was staring, and no one stepped forward.

You must know that this is a life-and-death showdown with no rules. The losing side may be injured at least, or may die in severe cases.

"Haha... they are all a bunch of cowards. If you don't do it, I will!"

At this moment, a loud laugh came, and then the ground shook. A figure as big as a hill rushed towards the ring, then jumped up and landed on the ring with a "Boom!"

The whole arena shook violently.

Everyone was stunned when they saw that the guy who jumped onto the ring was actually a big fat man in Tsing Yi.

"Isn't this the fat man who cooks rice and vegetables in the fire workshop?"

A disciple in Tsing Yi recognized this fat man.

"This fat guy is really good at eating, and he seems to have gained a lot of weight."

Someone teased.

"Do even people from the Fire Factory have to come and take the written exam?"

Many people were surprised.

"A bunch of cowards, do you dare to come and practice with Fatty?" Fatty glanced at the group of testers under the ring and said contemptuously.

As soon as the fat man finished speaking, a figure rushed onto the ring. It was a young disciple participating in the trial. Yang Zhan happened to know that person, and he was a disciple of the Thunder Clan.

"Come on, come on, use whatever skills you have, otherwise you won't have a chance."

The fat man waved to the man and said.

"snort!"

The disciple of the Thunder Clan moved his steps and immediately disappeared on the spot. The next moment, his figure appeared above the fat man's head and stepped down towards the fat man's head.

This is the secret technique of the Thunder Clan, called lightning force. This secret technique can instantly increase a person's speed to the limit, bursting out at the fastest speed.

The fat man suddenly grinned and reached up with his right hand, actually grabbing the sole of the Thunder Clan disciple's fallen foot.

"What……"

The kid from the Thunder Tribe was shocked and stepped down on the fat man with his left foot. However, what made the kid from the Thunder Tribe collapse was that his left foot was also caught by the fat man.

The next moment, the fat man turned the Thunder Clan disciple around and slammed him on the ring.

With just one hit, the son of the Thunder Clan vomited blood and fainted.

"Tch, it's a piece of trash!"

The fat man threw the young man from the Thunder Tribe off the ring like a rag bag.

Although the fat man did not kill anyone, the disciple of the Thunder Clan was already half alive, and it would take some time for him to recover before he returned home.

"Who else, come up to Fatty. Don't be afraid. Fatty will never beat you to death." Fatty said to the testers under the ring.

"this……"
Chapter completed!