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It was a quarter to ten in the afternoon. South Stream City.

From time to time, a few fifteen to sixteen year old teenagers would appear in the streets and alleyways, hurriedly running towards the northeast direction of South Tong City.

Every single one of them more or less exuded a powerful aura. When the passersby saw this, they all made way for them, because these youths were all warriors.

The passersby were wondering why all these martial artists suddenly rushed out of the streets. Then, after thinking for a moment, they suddenly realized that today was the start of the Crimson Nimbus Martial School's entrance exam. Before the time had even arrived, it would soon begin.

At this time, the square of the Crimson Nimbus Martial School had long been crushed by the young martial artists participating in the assessment. The later people could only silently queue outside the square, the line was huge, and it stretched out for several hundred meters. Looking from afar, there was a sea of heads and a sky-high heat wave, perhaps no less than tens of thousands of people!

There were more than forty million people in the entire country, and there were around one to two million martial artists. A fifteen year old martial artist was estimated to be less than one hundred thousand, and more than half of the candidates wanted to participate in the Crimson Nimbus Martial Arts School's entrance exam.

For so many years, there were many talented warriors who had profound families and great confidence in entering the Crimson Nimbus Martial School. However, there were also many ordinary warriors who wanted to enter the Crimson Nimbus Martial School purely because of luck.

The crowd was bustling and bustling as they swarmed over. The strange smell coming from the bodies of the youths next to them intertwined together, causing the corners of Ling Yan's eyes to twitch. He felt a little poisoned, and held his breath as he withdrew from the crowd to the furthest side of the street to wait and take a breath of fresh air at the same time.

In any case, it would be everyone's turn to take the exam. However, Ling Yan could not help but feel somewhat suspicious as he looked at this densely packed crowd of people.

With so many people, how was the Crimson Nimbus Martial School going to take the exam? If he took each exam one by one, he felt that he could go back and cultivate for a period of time.

Suddenly, Ling Yan's heart skipped a beat as he felt an unfriendly gaze stare at him without restraint. Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ling Yan turned around, and with a slight raise of his brows, he calmly looked at the person who had come over.

"Country bumpkin, I haven't caused you any trouble these few days, do you think you're amazing?"

The pale-faced Wang Ba, dressed in a silk robe, strode towards Ling Yan and glared at him as he spoke sinisterly. Behind him, a well-dressed youth was sizing up Ling Yan with great interest.

"Heh heh, how could a weak chicken like you understand how awesome your big brother is." Ling Yan chuckled, showing two neat rows of white teeth as he spoke to Wang Ba.

Lie down!

Wang Ba was stunned for a few seconds and then immediately flew into a rage as he cursed: "You want to die? Do you believe that I won't throw you into the Songhua River to feed the fishes right now?!"

"You?" Ling Yan shot an indifferent glance at Wang Ba. Smiling, he stretched out his fist and waved it in front of Wang Ba's face. At the same time, he also matched it with a sound, "Peng, peng, peng!"

"You …"

Wang Ba recalled the scene of Ling Yan crazily beating him up. His heart tightened, and he didn't know what to say.

"Brat, you're quite arrogant."

At this time, the well-dressed youth behind Wang Ba spoke. He looked at Ling Yan with disdain as he said, "An initial First Stage Mortal Body Refinement martial artist? Where does your self-confidence come from? "

His name was Pan Xing. He had just turned fifteen and was a child of a wealthy family in Hua Ling, South Tong Kingdom. He had a mid-grade fifth-grade martial talent and was at the third level of the Mortal Realm.

If not for the fact that his family wasn't particularly prosperous and didn't have the support of endless cultivation resources, he would have long since broken through to the 4th level of the Mortal Birth Stage.

Even so, Pan Xing was still the most outstanding among his peers.

Among the martial artists of the South Tong Kingdom, grade three martial arts talent was considered a good talent. Only one in a hundred could choose one out of ten thousand. A grade four martial arts talent was an outstanding talent, rarely seen.

According to Pan Xing's knowledge, of the tens of thousands of young martial practitioners who had come to register for the Crimson Nimbus Guild, only he was a grade five martial talent.

In fact, out of all the hundreds of elite warriors in the Crimson Nimbus Martial School, only a few of the top 108 generals had it!

Pan Xing had the ability to be proud, and the ability to look down on his peers!

Not to mention, in addition to his talent and cultivation, he had obtained the inheritance of an eighth level Mortal Stage expert during the Treasure Shop one year ago. It was like adding wings to a tiger!