Looking at the mountains that penetrated into the clouds and the rich energy of heaven and earth in the distance, Liu Chan nodded secretly. These were just the energy that penetrated from the dragon veins, which was so terrifying. If he really entered it, Liu Chan had absolute confidence to rush into the seventh heaven.

"Well, I will definitely win the first place in this entry competition and then enter the yellow-level dragon vein."[]

"I also believe you will succeed, but in this competition, you should pay special attention to one person, Song Fei, the prince of Butian Continent." Zhu Tong said.

"Song Fei? Butian Continent?" Liu Chan asked back, his eyes flashing with a bright light. The continent named after Butian, which I think has a lot to do with this Butian Pavilion.

"Yes, this Butian Continent is the traditional power of our Butian Pavilion, and it can be said to be the back garden of our Butian Pavilion. There is only one unified dynasty on this continent, built by the descendants of a great elder, and it is very close to our Butian Pavilion. Song Fei is the prince of this dynasty. He has shown extraordinary cultivation talent since he was a child and has always been cultivated as a core disciple in the future. The front part of the Butian Trial has been repaired to be perfect, and now it is already a half-step seventh level. He has been preparing to enter Butian Pavilion since he was born. I believe that with his current foundation, his cultivation will definitely make rapid progress in the future. Now, many senior brothers are very optimistic about him." Zhu Tong said.

However, he told Liu Chan so clearly that he had selfish intentions. Because Song Fei was not from their faction. In this generation, Song Fei had firmly suppressed the first choice disciples of other factions. This time, pushing Liu Chan was also a helpless act of Zhu Tong and the forces behind him. It is a pity that he should be treated as a dead horse.

"Well, I understand. I have seen this Song Fei on the way here. I am indeed not weak, but I have six levels of confidence to defeat him." Liu Chan replied after pondering for a moment.

"Oh, there are six levels of confidence, okay." Zhu Tong said with a little surprise. It turned out that in his expectation, if Liu Chan could compete with him, it would be very ideal.

If this is true, Liu Chan will definitely be the target of his own faction's full training, and as a leader, he will also receive very generous rewards and his status will be greatly improved.

"Okay, don't think about it anymore. I'll take you to rest. There are three days left. You can go to a good retreat and adjust and strive for a good result." Zhu Tuan patted Liu Chan, who was watching Song Fei go away and said.

"Yeah, let's go." Liu Chan responded.

Three days later.

Among the mountains of Butiange, there is an extremely huge mountain. The peaks penetrate into the sky, and the vitality turns into clouds and mist and surrounds it, exuding a grand meaning.

This mountain is called Wudou Peak, which is a place specially built by Butian Pavilion for various types of competitions. This mountain is built with its great magical powers to form a huge martial arts arena. Its scale is several times larger than that of the Jiutian Continent.

The entry-level competition is one of the three major martial arts activities of Butian Pavilion. To put it bluntly, it is to test the cultivation status of these new disciples to judge the talent and potential of these disciples, select outstanding talents, and cultivate them.

If you can stand out in this entry competition, it will attract the attention of senior officials of the sect or a big shot and be accepted as a personal disciple. It will be a step forward and will be smooth sailing in the future.

Therefore, the competition has not officially begun, and all the new disciples are ready to perform, hoping to get the attention of senior leaders.

Although this competition is relatively low, it still attracts many old disciples to come and watch, especially those at home. Basically, everyone who is at home comes to watch.

The entry competition has not yet begun, and the Wudou Peak is already crowded. The Butian Pavilion’s outer disciples, 3,000 inner disciples, and 300 elite disciples, and now almost seventh level has come. This huge lineup, which is a huge one, will gather here in this day, and the formation will naturally not be small.

At the top of the mountain, a magnificent and ancient platform stands quietly in the clouds and mist, with a majestic atmosphere emitting. The yellowing color is the precipitation of time and extremely steady.

In front of the platform is an extremely vast bluestone stand, which is extremely layered. At this time, the stands are occupied by a crowd of black people.

However, although the crowd filled the square, there was no noise. More than 70,000 disciples sat cross-legged in the square. The silent momentum even the Yuan power of this world was a sign of violent fluctuation.

A little closer to the center of the square, there are the outer disciples with the largest number of people in Butian Pavilion. The disciples on the outside turn their heads from time to time to look behind them, where the disciples of the inner sect are located. The eyes of these outer disciples are full of envy. Their efforts are to hope that one day they can become true disciples of Butian Pavilion.

Looking at the distance again, there were a series of slightly towering platforms in the middle and upper floors of the stands, and dozens of figures in light blue dress sat cross-legged. All of them had an amazing Yuan power radiating.

That is the elite disciple of Butian Pavilion and the real core force of the sect.

If the large number of outer disciples on the outside had envious eyes before, then when looking at these elite disciples, there was a hint of awe in their eyes. They all knew that being able to become elite disciples of the sect itself symbolized a kind of power. The eighth level of heaven is a supreme existence for outer disciples who are still at the sixth level of heaven.

However, the most eye-catching thing in the entire square was not these elite disciples, but at the top, where there were a row of tall platforms, and on that platform, there were only a few figures sitting cross-legged.

Their position is higher than that of any disciple present, or even some new elders. Of course, anyone understands that status, but no one has any doubts about it, because these people are just a few of the eighteen core disciples of Butian Pavilion. They can be said to be the most outstanding among all the disciples of Butian Pavilion!

Logically speaking, such a level of competition cannot attract the attention of these high-ranking core disciples. In the eyes of these nine-level heavens, fighting at the sixth level is no different from fighting with two ants. However, the top leaders of the sect also have their considerations. If there are several core disciples at this time, it can greatly mobilize the enthusiasm of new disciples, because these core disciples are living role models and the goal of all disciples' struggle. Therefore, every entry-level competition, there are always several core disciples appearing, which is also an incentive for all disciples.

On this high platform, these core disciples were all sitting on it, overlooking the spectacular scenery in front of them.

"Junior Brother Lu. According to the news that came back, there is one of the new disciples this time who are not ordinary." One of the core disciples glanced at the audience and smiled faintly.

"I heard that this is the case. I fought against ten thousand and won the championship successfully in my own continental martial battle." Junior Brother Lu, who was next to him, nodded slightly when he heard this.

"Haha, then this time, Senior Brother Song, your little brother has met his opponent. I don't know if your Song family can win the championship this time." A woman in red said with a smile beside the two of them.

"Junior Sister Hong Ling, it may be an exaggeration to fight against ten thousand. Even though you and I were far superior to our peers back then, I dare not say that we fight against ten thousand." Senior Brother Song Jian and Song curled his lips and said when he heard this.

"Hmph, even ten thousand fifth-level heavenly warriors can deal with it. If you fight ten thousand, you will be deceived by a certain faction. It must be a choreographed by a certain faction that doesn't want my Song family to have a reputation," Song Jian thought secretly.

"Haha, Senior Brother Song Jian, there is no wind and waves. I think that junior brother named Liu Chan may be really worth it." Lu Fan looked at this scene with a smile, then stretched his waist and said with a smile.

"If this is the case, I will see what Liu Chan is worth today." Song Jian said in a plain tone.

"Yes, no matter what, I think Liu Chan is worth a few pounds." Lu Fan nodded and said no more, but inexplicably began to look forward to this battle between new disciples. He wanted to know that on one side was Song Fei, who was known as the sweet son of heaven and a martial arts genius since childhood, while on the other side, he advanced from a weak continent, like a dark horse. Their battle continued with the usual line. As long as the Song family participated, they would definitely be the champion, or this time, it was a big upset and kicked the Song family out of the altar.

As time comes, some organizers classify these new disciples, and then naturally fight together, and fierce battles are taking place in the Little Martial Arts Arena at the Martial Fighting Peak.

The progress of the competition is not much different from what everyone expected at the beginning. Song Fei and Liu Chan were like two sharp swords, passing through the hurdles and moving towards the finals.

During the competition, Liu Chan also went to see Song Fei's battle. No matter what Song Fei's mood was, Liu Chan had to admit that Song Fei did have the capital to be proud.

During the battle, Song Fei was like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Even the strength of the Sixth Level Peak was not in his hands, and he kicked off the fighting stage with one or two moves. As for those disciples who were able to achieve success in the Sixth Level, the perfect disciples were even sent by him one or two moves.

Liu Chan nodded. No matter what, Song Fei's strength was still affirmed. His strength could basically enter the seventh level of heaven. Like Liu Chan, what he needed might be an opportunity.

Although Song Fei did not show his true strength in this series of battles, it could not escape the deduction of Liu Chan's Vajra Buddha's Eye. So far, Liu Chan has had full confidence to defeat Song Fei.
Chapter completed!