Below the arena, Wang Xiaoqi and the other teens beside him started to cheer loudly. They had already formed a group with Zhuo Yifeng as their leader. They naturally had to scream as loud as they could to boost the morale of their leader. The cynical teacher-in-charge, Wang Juefeng glanced at Ding Hao, and a playful and amused look flashed in the depths of his eyes. Then, he shrugged at Zhuo Yifeng and indicated for the others to move away, leaving behind the arena to Ding Hao and Zhuo Yifeng. The martial arts competition began. "Rascal, just concede. Otherwise, if we really fight, I might accidentally hurt you." Zhuo Yifeng strode to the middle of the arena and planted himself there. He laughed coldly, looking down at Ding Hao. He ranked 107 on the overall rankings, which was below Ding Hao. However, he had always felt that the overall rankings of the sect entrance examination did not befit his true abilities. Only by entering the top 50

On the arena. Ding Hao did not attack again. He held the hilt in his palms and saluted with his hands folded together. He smiled slightly and said, "Great sword technique! You're really good, perhaps we can be friends and learn from each other often in the future." "I can't ask for anything better." Fang Tianyi did not speak much. He nodded at Ding Hao and then turned to jump off the arena. Below the arena. The way the youths looked at Fang Tianyi had changed as well. Their eyes were filled with respect and awe. Even though he had lost, he had done it graciously. The sword technique that he had shown was a rank or even a realm higher than most. If he had not encountered an expert like Ding Hao, he would no doubt have won. There was a short pause, and suddenly, loud applause and cheers filled the room. Everyone cheered for the battle of swordsmanship. The exciting martial arts contest had also ignited the will to wi

The Holy Spring aperture was the first roadblock every beginner cultivator encountered. Ding Hao also felt that when the Qi was led to this place, it was like a rushing river that crashed into a dam. The river was stopped by the dam. Ding Hao quickly recalled the technique on charging and clearing the Holy Spring aperture listed in "Taixuan Sword-seeking Scripture". His expression quickly grew solemn. He had activated the Qi according to the technique, turning them into tendrils and directing them carefully around the "dam". Ding Hao felt that the blockage here was like a large round planet. The Qi turned into thousands of wisps under his control, carefully surrounding the planet. Then, the planet started to disintegrate slowly, part by part, melting little by little. This was a very slow process. Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, the silver moon set and the sun rose. The light that shone through

However— "You're the ones that are going to get lost!" Ding Hao did not dodge the strike and also swung his palm. In the early dawn, a faint bolt of silver flashed by. The air was instantly chilled, as if it were the dead of winter, and everyone shivered. Nangong Zheng's force was instantly dissolved by the cold. Bang! With a dull sound, Ding Hao's and Nangong Zheng's palms crashed together. A force swept out in all directions. A bit of faint frost trickled out from Nangong Zheng's hand. "Your Dark Qi..." Before he could finish speaking, Nangong Zheng's face paled, and he was thrown off of the stairs like a broken kite. At the same time, Ding Hao landed firmly on the stairs. "Senior brother Nangong..." The other purple robed disciples shouted. Nangong Zheng was not the top disciples on the waiting list in the Southern courtyard, but he was definitely highly ranked

"Huh? Is that actually true?" "Otherwise, why do you think the 2000 disciples on the waiting list are divided into five academies? How come there are barely any authorities in the academies, but a few teachers? This kind of hands-off management is perfect for disciples who are truly powerful. Only after unifying his academy and gaining the support of all its disciples, can he be worthy of the title of the top disciple, of eventually joining the core disciples, and of obtaining our sect's true legacy and magic skills! "Huh. How come I don't know all of this?" "You're just a glutton who eats all day. If you asked the third-generation disciples, you would have known." "Why should I go ask since you can tell me?" said the chubby young man with a pout. "Hey, honestly, you're probably so critical of my eating because I still manage to stay slim." "Damn it, you're almost as fat as a pig!"