This was the first time that Yin Tiancheng saw the real person Xuanyang. The sect leader of the Feiyu Sect looked pale and a little sick, but when he was observing Yin Tiancheng, there was an inadvertent flash of light as his eyes moved.

This made Yin Tiancheng realize that he was good at hiding his own strength, and his cultivation level was probably higher than that of the hot-tempered Qingyun.

He couldn't help but feel happy. When he was in contact with Qingyun just now, he had already copied many spells without the other party's knowledge. If he had a chance to copy this sect master's spells later, then the trip would be completed perfectly.

Seeing his uncle coming, Xuanyang didn't dare to ask for help, so he gave his seat to Hua Yangzi. When he turned around to sit next to him to accompany his uncle, he saw Yin Tiancheng sitting on the chair carelessly.

There is no hint of humility at all.

"..."

Everyone was stunned. Although no one doubted Yin Tiancheng's super strength, he was a guest after all, and he was young, so doing so would be too disrespectful.

Xuanyang was also stunned. In his opinion, no matter how powerful this young man was and how deep his friendship with his uncle was, he wouldn't be so presumptuous in front of everyone, right? He was the leader of a sect after all, so he did this

There is clearly a sense of contempt.

Xuanyang frowned, but seeing that his uncle was already chatting cordially with Yin Tiancheng, he had no choice but to calm down and sit down on the other side of Hua Yangzi.

In fact, everyone in Feiyu Clan misunderstood Yin Tiancheng. This time it was not that he was pretending to be cool, but that he had other plans in mind.

He wanted to take advantage of the close contact with Hua Yangzi to copy all the old guy's spells. When he felt that the atmosphere at the scene was a little strange, he realized that he had gone too far. He could only pretend that he didn't

I saw General chatting with Hua Yangzi to divert his attention.

"Senior, the arena is empty, why is there no one competing?"

Before Hua Yangzi could answer, Qingyun said angrily from the side: "We started a long time ago, and it wasn't because you wasted time!"

Hua Yangzi immediately shouted: "Qingyun, be polite to your guests! Didn't you listen to what I just said?"

Qingyun was choked into silence, and Xuanyang saw that both parties looked a little embarrassed, so he quickly stood up and announced that the assessment competition would now begin.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The loud drumbeat sounded immediately, and the next moment, the whole place was silent, and everyone's eyes were turned to the three arenas.

Facing Yin Tiancheng on the main stage, two burly Feiyu sect disciples were already standing. After saluting each other, they launched a fierce attack on each other.

The fight between the two could not be said to be exciting, nor could it be said that they did not try their best, but before the battle was over, Yin Tiancheng frowned. He found that these two were just new disciples who had just entered the sect. In terms of strength, they were stronger than before.

The people Zixuan and his gang met in the mountains weren't much stronger. They were just fighting with fists and feet, and couldn't even cast a decent spell.

Then he turned his attention to other arenas, and the situation was the same. They were all disciples with low strength fighting to the death on the stage, hoping to defeat the opponent and advance to the next competition.

Yin Tiancheng couldn't help but secretly asked: "Is the talent of Feiyu Sect withered? Except for the few senior brothers who were mentioned in the past like Ren Ping, are everyone else useless?"

It was the same after watching six or seven games in a row. Yin Tiancheng was greatly disappointed. It was impossible to learn the new spells of Fei Yumen through the competition. He was extremely bored and yawned.

Seeing how tired he looked, Hua Yangzi smiled and said, "If brother Yin is sleepy, please go back to the guest room to rest first, and then go to the old man's place for tea and chat tomorrow."

Yin Tiancheng smiled and said: "I was originally very energetic, but the competition on the stage was very disappointing. It's better not to watch it. Dare I ask senior, are there not a few talented disciples in Feiyu Sect?"

Everyone pondered without answering. Yin Tiancheng's words were a bit hurtful, but with the strong strength he showed, everyone knew that he was qualified to say such things.

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional, but Qingyun's face looked ugly.

It cannot be said that there are no talented disciples recently recruited, but Chu Fangxiong, who had high hopes, actually left without saying goodbye. This became a joke among others. At this time, Yin Tiancheng suddenly asked Fei Fei Yumen if there were any

Cultivation Genius, isn't this clearly aimed at him and said deliberately?

Qingyun suppressed his anger and explained to him: "The biennial assessment competition is for newcomers who have been in the school for no more than three years. They don't even have the ability to form gas, so of course they can't enter your eyes."

Only then did Yin Tiancheng realize that the assessment competition was for selecting newcomers. He had already known this, so I wouldn't waste my time sitting here.

So he casually asked: "If a disciple fails to pass the assessment, wouldn't it be possible that his next competition will exceed the three-year limit and thus lose the opportunity for the assessment competition?"

"That's not necessarily the case. The eliminated disciples who want to participate in the next competition must obtain the master's consent and pass the inspection by the sect leader before they are eligible to register."

Yin Tiancheng asked strangely: "Why are there such cumbersome procedures?"

"Brother Yin, you don't know something. This just reflects the care our Feiyu Sect has for its disciples."

This time, it was the smiling Hua Yangzi who explained to him: "The competition is a battle with real swords and guns, but some disciples are not born to practice, and they may be seriously injured or even lose their lives. So.

Pre-match assessment is very necessary, it can eliminate some waste materials who are not qualified to advance, so as to reduce unnecessary casualties."

"So that's it." Yin Tiancheng nodded and replied: "I asked why I didn't see Taoist Master Qingyun's disciples participating in the assessment competition today. It turns out that they are all useless."

Qingyun's face was even more ugly. He was clearly mocking himself. Just when he was about to lose control of his emotions, Xuanyang lost no time in speaking up to help his junior brother.

"Master Yin, in fact, one of Qingyun's apprentices participated in the assessment competition today, and now he is competing on the stage."

"Oh, then which arena did he compete in?" When he said this, Yin Tiancheng laughed secretly, remembering the scene when Qingyun's disciples who bullied Nangong Yan were frightened by him that day. He didn't quite believe these people.

Who among them can successfully advance?

Following Xuanyang's hand, Yin Tiancheng saw two young men fighting inextricably on the left side of the ring.

After just a few glances, Yin Tiancheng burst out laughing, almost spitting out the tea in his mouth.

It turned out that Qingyun's disciple who was participating in the competition on stage was actually the coward who took the lead in jumping onto the tree that day and then ran away.

Yin Tiancheng smiled and said to Qingyun: "In my opinion, it will be difficult for your disciple to pass the test."

Seeing Yin Tiancheng targeting him again and again, Qingyun immediately asked angrily: "Why do you say that my apprentice can't win?"

"It doesn't matter that your opponent seems to be able to parry but not fight back, but although your apprentice's attack speed is fast, it is fast and inaccurate, and has no lethality."

Everyone was speechless for a while, because what Yin Tiancheng said was absolutely correct and pointed out the shortcomings of this disciple directly.

Qingyun frowned and replied: "They can't turn Qi into shape. They can only compete with fists and kicks. The winner can be determined by their speed."

"Not necessarily." Yin Tiancheng shook his head and said: "Your apprentice has not been able to cause substantial damage to the opponent so far. If he continues to fight, his own weaknesses will be easily exposed. The situation is not good."

Now whenever you watch other people's fight scenes, Yin Tiancheng sees the moves performed by both sides in slow motion. Naturally, he can see it more clearly than people like Fei Yumen, so he has the confidence to say these words.

Next, as if to confirm Yin Tiancheng's words, Qingyun's disciple showed a flaw during the attack. The disciple on the opposite side did not waste this excellent opportunity and quickly punched him at the vital part. This disciple

It was too late to block or retreat.

Yin Tiancheng suddenly laughed proudly, but before he could cast a confident look at Qingyun, his hand couldn't help shaking, and the tea in the cup almost spilled on him.

On the contrary, Qingyun was relieved, laughed, and said sarcastically: "It seems you are wrong."

Yin Tiancheng was speechless. This time it was his turn to look embarrassed.

It turned out that when Qingyun's apprentice was in trouble, he retracted his hand at an incredible speed and directly grabbed the fist that was about to hit him. Then he twisted it hard and flew away at the moment when the opponent screamed in pain.

Kick your opponent up and knock him to the ground.

According to the rules of the game, whoever falls to the ground first is the loser. Qingyun's apprentice undoubtedly won this game.

At this time, most people at the scene were thinking: "Although Yin Tiancheng is good at magic, he is still a young man and inexperienced. Now he has gone too far and has been slapped in the face by reality."

But no one knew that the reason for Yin Tiancheng's shock was not that he had spoken big words, but that he had seen something that others had not noticed, or rather noticed.

From the slow motion just now, Yin Tiancheng saw that the hand that Qingyun's disciple was returning to defend was about to touch the opponent's fist, and sharp knife-like fire suddenly burst out from his palm!

Although it passed by in a flash, too fast for most people to notice, it was enough to slow down the opponent's punch speed, thus buying yourself time to successfully catch the opponent's fist and kick him to the ground.

This made Yin Tiancheng realize that Qingyun's apprentice was hiding his strength. Since he didn't know much about cultivation, he couldn't judge this guy's true cultivation level at the moment, but he knew very well in his heart that this guy looked as timid as a mouse on the surface.

The disciple of Feiyu Sect is actually a hidden master of cultivation.

Even if you are not a master, you can at least be able to form and use the gas with ease, which is far beyond the comparison of a idiot like Zixuan!

But why didn't this guy defeat the opponent cleanly as soon as he came on the field, instead of deliberately delaying for a long time before winning the game in a thrilling way?
Chapter completed!