The annual examination is still continuing.

"Zhang Shaobai, Wangu Peak, has made some progress in the sixth level of spiritual communication, but has been working hard for many years, so Jiang Fengzhu can promote him to a personal disciple."

In the stands, the Elders listened to the report of the Sect Master Xu Chong, looked at each other and announced this.

"Yes!" Jiang Wuji agreed, letting Zhang Shaobai, who was still standing on the stone platform, come over.

"I finally became a personal disciple!" After reacting, he knelt on the ground with a thunderous look on his face, kowtowed to the Elders' Association and the Sect Master, and then ran to Jiang Wuji happily, be careful and respectful, and constantly pleased him.

"Haha, congratulations to Brother Jiang for accepting another personal disciple." Taoist Yunxiao laughed and congratulated.

Jiang Wuji smiled and said, "Happy together, happy together."

Time passed by little by little, and the ordinary disciples on the four main peaks gradually passed, leaving only dozens of personal disciples left.

"Sun Qin, Xieyun Peak, has ten levels of spiritual communication, has grown in total for four levels in three years, and has made great progress. She can reward first-class cultivation resources."

With the announcement of the Presbyterian Church, the disciples suddenly became excited, and the cultivators from other sects also looked at the girl on the stage and sighed secretly. The first disciple of the Tenth-level Spiritual Psychology of the Ghost Sect finally came out.

"Yushuang Wang, the Ninth Level of Spiritual Communication, has grown in three years, with two levels in total. It has made good progress and can reward third-grade cultivation resources."

"Zhang Chi of Xieyun Peak, the 11th level of spiritual communication, has grown three levels in three years, and has made great progress. You can reward first-class cultivation resources."

With the announcement of the Presbyterian Church, both the disciples of the Guigui Sect and the cultivators of other sects turned their fiery eyes to the dazzling girls in Xieyun Peak.

"The senior sister of Xieyun Peak is amazing. We may have spent ten years and cannot cultivate the tenth level of spiritual communication." Some ordinary disciples in the Guiyu Sect were envious.

"I didn't expect that the annual test results of the Yugui Sect this year were better than in previous years. There were two disciples who broke through the tenth level of spiritual communication in just one Xieyun Peak. Xu Chong's old ghost has been released now." Some cultivators from the foreign sect looked full of jealousy.

Soon, all the five personal disciples on Xieyun Peak had passed the annual examination, and none of them had their cultivation stagnated. The Elders Council was quite satisfied, discussed and issued generous rewards.

Next, it is Wangu Peak's turn.

In Jiang Wuji's proud eyes, five personal disciples under his sect came on stage to show their cultivation, and they all passed. The disciple with the highest cultivation level was actually the eleventh level of spiritual communication.

"Haha, Brother Wan, what do you think of me, such unsavvy disciples? Of course, I must not be as good as your disciples of Gui Xiaofeng." After receiving the affirmation and many rewards from the Elders, Jiang Wuji was in a good mood and couldn't help but start mocking Wan Fei for searching again.

Wan Feixun's face was gloomy and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"The disciple of Gui Xiaofeng has come on stage."

Many people turned their eyes behind Wan Feixun, and were secretly guessing whether there would be disciples who broke through the tenth level of spiritual communication on Guixiao Peak.

"Ghost Xiaofeng Forest Baiyun, the eighth level of spiritual communication, has grown in two levels in three years. It has made good progress and can reward third-grade cultivation resources."

The elders announced expressionlessly when they met, Lin Baiyun stood on the stone platform with a humble face.

"Look, I heard that kid is Wan Fei's new son-in-law. After this New Year trial, he will marry his daughter."

"Well, this kid is young and has reached the eighth level of psychics. Wan Feixun has a good vision."

Many monks from abroad looked at Lin Baiyun and whispered, and Tian Kui beside Wan Feixun also smiled and congratulated her.

Lin Baiyun was extremely proud when he heard this. He leaned over to Wan Yao and said with a smile: "Little Junior Sister, how about it? I have broken through another level. When we get married, I will definitely protect you well."

Wan Yao's face was cold and her anxious eyes looked for him in the crowd, ignoring him at all.

Lin Baiyun's face was slightly dark and he sneered: "Are you still thinking about that waste? It would be better if he doesn't come. If he comes, he will lose my face!"

"Ghost Xiaofeng Zhang Yunfeng, the Ninth Level of Spiritual Communication, has grown one level in three years. If you make a slight progress, you can reward third-grade cultivation resources." The Presbyterian Council continued to announce.

Seeing that Wan Feixun's eyes were very secretly checking in the crowd, Jiang Wuji smiled and said, "Brother Wan, the personal disciple you abandoned is coming soon. Why haven't he come yet?"

"Yes, Brother Wan, send someone to call him quickly." Taoist Yunxiao also smiled.

Wan Yao finally couldn't help it and said, "Dad, I'll call Brother Fifth."

Wan Feixun's eyes trembled, his face was covered in coldness, but he didn't say anything.

"The disciples of Gui Xiaofeng's personal transmission have basically been approved, and the next one is Xiao Yuan, Luogufeng."

Unexpectedly, the Elders' Council did not mention Yang Que's name, neither punished Gui Xiaofeng nor announced a reward, but skipped it directly and began to check the next Luogufeng's personal disciple.

"What's going on?" The disciples and elders in the Guigui Sect who knew Yang Que's existence were all confused and secretly shocked.

Wan Feixun was also stunned and looked at the Elders' Council not far away. However, at this moment, a very angry voice suddenly came from his ears: "Master Wanfeng, according to investigation, your fifth personal disciple is still having fun in Ghost Fog Peak. Since he has given up, we will not wait for him anymore, so as not to embarrass you in front of outsiders, and also embarrass my entire Ghost Yu Sect!"

Wan Feixun's pupils shrank, and his face became extremely ugly.

"Haha, Brother Wan, it seems that you have a great face. Even the Elders will help you cover up your shame." Jiang Wuji, who was beside him, smiled and started to sarcastically.

Wan Feixun clasped his fingers tightly against the stone bench under him, trembling slightly.

Wan Yao bit her lip, lowered her head, and her face was covered in tears.

As the year-end trial gradually came to an end, the climax slowly descended, and the last personal disciple of Luogu Peak also walked onto the stone platform.

Zhou Meiqi wore a red dress, with a charming and delicate face and impeccable appearance, which immediately made the disciples in the audience extremely excited.

Suddenly, she formed seals with her hands, revealing her cultivation level: the eleventh level of spiritual communication!

Wow!

The disciples in the field suddenly became crazy: "Wow! Look! Senior Sister Zhou actually broke through to the eleventh level of psychics!"

"What! The eleventh level of spiritual communication!" The monks of various sects were also shocked, and their hearts were shocked. The Ghost-Observing Sect was really booming now!

"Hahaha..." Sect Master Xu Chong was extremely happy. He was surprised and happy to see his personal disciples on the stone platform showing the perfect spiritual realm.

"Zhou Meiqi, the Luogu Peak, has a perfect spiritual realm, amazing talent, and great progress. She will reward the best cultivation resources."

The five old men from the Presbyterian Church smiled and announced loudly.

"Senior Sister Zhou, congratulations on the first place in the New Year's Eve!" The disciples who admired Zhou Meiqi suddenly started to congratulate loudly. Suddenly, the disciples of the Guiyu Sect in the field, whether they were Luogu Peak or the other three peaks, all congratulated each other in unison, with a terrifying momentum.

"Senior Sister Zhou, congratulations on the first place in the annual exam!"

"Senior Sister Zhou, congratulations on the first place in the annual exam!"

The sound shook the earth and rang throughout the entire Guiyu Sect.

Zhou Meiqi's eyes were smiling, graceful and graceful, and her whole body exuded a proud temperament of outstandingness.

Suddenly, her eyes saw an extremely familiar figure at the entrance of the square, Yang Que!

"He is here!" Zhou Meiqi's heart moved, her eyes flashed slightly, and many disciples in the field also looked along her gaze. Suddenly, the congratulations gradually became smaller. When the figure walked closer, everyone had already calmed down.

"Hey, that disciple seems to be Gui Xiaofeng's personal disciple."

"Yes, I saw him three years ago. No wonder I think it's wrong. Why are there only four personal disciples from Gui Xiaofeng showing up?"

"But why didn't he go on stage to take the New Year exam?"

Feeling the sudden change in the atmosphere in the field, monks from various sects looked up and immediately found Yang Que in the edge of the crowd. Many people were confused.

"Yang Que! What are you doing?" The sect leader Xu Chong's face was cold, and there was a hint of killing in his eyes. The New Year's Examination was about to end, and the Guiyu Sect would also have a big face in front of these other sects, but this waste actually came to destroy it at the last moment!

"Why don't you get out of here!" Wan Feixun glanced at the murderous intent in the eyes of the sect leader, and suddenly felt a stern in his heart and shouted angrily at Yang Que.

"Fifth Brother, let's go!" Wan Yao also saw the strange atmosphere and shouted in a crying voice.

Yang Que's eyes were calm, and he walked directly through the silent crowd, walked up to the stone platform, and said, "I'll take the New Year exam."

As soon as this said, in the stands, the Presbyterian Church and the Sect Master both changed their faces and were extremely gloomy.

"Looking for death!" Wan Feixun gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, leaned against the stone mount, and his face became decadent.

On the stone platform, Zhou Meiqi shook her head and walked down silently.

"Master Xu, since this disciple is a disciple of your Guiyu Sect, you should have participated in this annual exam. Do you think this disciple is powerful and don't want to take it out for me to see it?" Yunyou Jian Cultivator of Wanjian Sect, sneered and stood up.

"Yes, Master Xu, we are here today to admire the style of your young genius in the Ghost Restoration Sect. Don't hide your own personalities."

The cultivators from those small sects did not dare to speak, but the three major sects that were on par with the Yugui Sect were not afraid and began to run.

They could also see that Yang Que must have embarrassed the Yugui Sect, so Xu Chong and the Elders Association did not dare to let him go to the stage. After seeing so many geniuses just now, the Yugui Sect made a big splash. They were already jealous, envious and hatred. Now that they can make the Yugui Sect make a fool of themselves, they will naturally not let them go.

"Master Xu, let that kid participate, otherwise we will hide our private parts next time." The people from the three major sects looked gloating.

"Hehe, Brother Wan, you're over now. The Sect Master and the Elders' Council will hate you because of your useless disciple." Jiang Wuji said authentically.

The five elders of the Guigui Sect looked ashen, glared at Yang Que fiercely, then looked at each other, nodded helplessly, and said to Xu Chong: "Forget it, if there is a sect, there will be a blessing and a humiliation, let him participate."

Xu Chong's eyes were fierce, and he looked at Yang Que, wishing he could slap him to death with one palm. However, in front of everyone, he had to speak in a deep voice: "Yang Que, start checking the Gui Xiaofeng."

"Hehe, look, that waste is about to start to embarrass you!" Many disciples burst into laughter.

"Yao'er, don't watch it, go back with your father first." Wan Feixun knew that Yang Que had asked the Presbyterian Church and the Sect to kill themselves, and he didn't want his daughter to see his tragic ending with his own eyes.

"Dad..." Wan Yao cried and refused to leave.

"Niece Wan, you'd better leave first, so that your father won't cry with you later, hahaha..." Jiang Wuji, who was standing beside him, burst into laughter.

However, the laughter was not over. Suddenly, with a "boom!" on the stone platform, the young man used his martial arts, and his fierce aura fluctuated like a tide and rushed out!

The air waves are tumbling, the magic power comes out of the body, and the agile realm!

The whole audience was silent in an instant.
Chapter completed!