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Chapter 0004, Selection(2/2)

"This group of boys have good cultivation this year, and there are nearly a dozen of them who are qualified to challenge the inner disciples! It seems that I have to choose the successor to the mantle from this group of geniuses no matter what!" The door barrier was tight!

In the closed tribal temple, a middle-aged man with an unruly face and bronze complexion laughed unscrupulously.

"Man Niu, let me forget it. There are so many talents this year, and some of the old guys in the sect will definitely be coveted by them. In the past, a little guy with the sixth level of Yuanli could make them fight over each other, let alone now.

So many seventh-level geniuses!" The person who spoke had a square face, and his brows were full of uprightness, but he was neither sad nor happy. You could tell at a glance that he was a serious person.

"Big-faced horse, are you saying that with my cultivation, I can't compare with those old guys?" The unruly middle-aged man raised his thick eyebrows, his face darkened, and he vaguely wanted to see the truth in his hands.

"Don't you still want to compete with me? Don't you look at how many times we have competed in private, and how many times have you won in previous competitions?"

When the unruly man heard this, he stared at the person who spoke, but remained silent.

‘Buzz!’ The morning awakening bell roared for the fourth time, but it was much shorter and stronger than before.

"The trial is over!" The teenagers gathered in front of the Temple Square looked at each other and congratulated one after another.

But about 800 feet up the mountain path, a young man in palace clothes, not long after the Lie brothers left, forced himself to walk another ten feet, and finally lay down on the mountain path, unable to move any more.

He gritted his teeth and counted the young men who crawled to his side and then stepped over: "Eighteen, nineteen, twenty!"

At the moment when the Morning Enlightenment Bell rang, he happened to be the twenty-first person on the mountain road. His face was as white as snow, and he spat out a mouthful of blood again.
Chapter completed!
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