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Hu Zi scratched his head and said with a ashamed face, "My opponent is a powerful Fifth Rank Warrior. It is said that he is an exceptional heaven's pride level expert of the Gu Clan. Not only does he possess a powerful bloodline, he also possesses a Divine Body.

Divine Bodies were rare in a thousand years! How could so many appear in this era? In less than three days, they heard that the three of them had Divine Bodies, so how could commoners fight against people with Divine Bodies?

However, Feng Feiyun only envied it for a single breath of time. Soon, his heart was filled with fighting spirit. The stronger his opponent was, the more he had the confidence to be able to crush his opponent. He didn't know where this mindset came from. In any case, he had already sensed it and wanted to fight to the bitter end.

Hu Zi saw that Feng Feiyun was clenching his fist and quickly advised: "Brother Feng, you are not his opponent."

Thinking of his own cultivation, Feng Feiyun loosened his fist and looked at Hu Zi. Seeing that he wasn't injured at all, he was startled. Could that Ancient youth really be that powerful?

Chu Feng rolled his eyes and said in disbelief, "Even if he is the Gu Clan's peerless genius, he wouldn't have defeated you so quickly. In my opinion, you definitely didn't use your full strength."

Hu Zi raised his head and faced the sharp gaze of Feng Feiyun. He awkwardly smiled and said, "Brother Feng, how come you can tell that I didn't use my full strength?"

It was too funny. He had been bluffing him so easily, and yet he admitted it without even fighting back. It was so funny that even Feng Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He pointed at Hu Zi's forehead and said, "There were only a few words written here: 'I didn't use my full strength'."

"Is there?" Hu Zi wiped his forehead with his hand and saw that there was nothing on his hand. He asked in confusion, "There's no word."

Isn't this too naive? I really don't know how he managed to raise his cultivation. After being defeated by Hu Zi, Feng Feng Feng said with a wry smile: "Just now when you were competing with Li Haotian, you were drenched in sweat, but this time you didn't sweat at all, so I guess you didn't use your full strength."

Hu Zi nodded in realization and then said, "I have already reached my goal of entering the top eight. More importantly, I don't trust you, so I only have a few moves with him before admitting defeat."

Feng Feiyun didn't know what to say, but he felt very happy in his heart. The two of them hadn't known each other for even four hours, yet he had actually given up the match just for his sake. This friendship was extremely precious.

"What about them?" Hu Zi looked at the place where Li Haoran and the rest were kneeling and realized that it was empty.

Tengfeng looked at the distant figure and said, "Taking advantage of our conversation, he sneaked away."

"Then I'll chase them back and avenge Brother Feng." Hu Zi said impulsively.

Feng Feiyun said with a smile: "What revenge? It's not like they didn't hurt me, but I did."

Hu Zi looked at the puddle of blood on the ground and thought of Li Jun, whose arm had been broken. He was slightly startled before giving a thumbs up to the peak and said, "That person seems to be a Fifth Rank Warrior. Brother Feng, you actually injured him. You're too powerful."

"It's not that I'm too powerful, it's that he's too weak." Feng Feiyun didn't want to argue with him, so he changed the topic, "Let's go watch the match."

"Little brother, wait."

Just as the two of them were about to leave, an aged voice sounded.

After Li Xueyi and the others left, the crowd had all walked towards the drill ground. There weren't many people left, so Feng Ji felt that the voice was speaking to him. He stopped and turned around to ask, "Senior, are you calling me?"

"Little brother, I'm calling you." An old man said with a smile.

Feng Feiyun's cultivation was too low, so he couldn't see the old man's cultivation. He thought that the old man was here to cause trouble for him. He was slightly shocked and vigilantly asked: "Senior called me for something?"

The old man smiled even wider and said, "Little brother, don't be afraid, I am not here to cause trouble. Let me first introduce myself. I'm the Law Enforcing Elder of the Green Mountain Sect, Gu Xin. "Little brother, are you interested in coming to my Green Mountain Sect? With your ability, I can give you an inner disciple spot …"

Gu Xin originally wanted to give Feng Feng Feng a spot as a core disciple, but his cultivation was too low. He was afraid that the other elders would object, so he didn't dare to say anything.

"Little brother, come to our Wu Sheng School. I can guarantee that I'll give you a spot as a core disciple. How about it?" A white-bearded old man said.

Little brother, let me tell you, come to our Lovers Sect, "a middle-aged man patted his chest and said," Not only can I guarantee you a spot for a Core Disciple, I can also persuade the Sect Leader to let him dual cultivate with you.

Gu Xin's face darkened as he said, "Old Yang San, stop fooling around here. Who doesn't know that your elder brother's daughter is only eight years old? It'll be at least eight years before she can dual cultivate with a man."

Third Brother Yang's face sank as well. He pointed at Gu Xin and sternly said, "Old Man Gu, can you not be so dirty with your thoughts? The dual cultivation of our Lovers Sect isn't the kind of dual cultivation like you guys think it is."

"Do you think that I, a three year old child, don't know about the romantic affairs of your Lovers Sect? Back then when you and your Junior Sister dual cultivated, didn't repair it over to the bed instead? " Gu Xin said, unconvinced.

"It's very natural for men to love each other. When your father and mother were not cultivating in bed, where did you come from? Old Man Gu, don't tell me you don't even know this? To think that you lived for hundreds of years, did you become more and more confused the more you lived? " Third Elder Yang retorted, not wanting to be outdone, as the smell of gunpowder around him became stronger and stronger.

"You …" Gu Xin was so angry that his face turned ashen. He slowly clenched his fists as he released the aura of a Martial Ancestor Realm expert.

"You what? If you're not convinced, then fight!"

As he spoke, the veins on Old Yang's fist bulged and he released the aura of a peak Martial Ancestor Realm cultivator.

"Can you not make a fool of yourselves? Can't you tell that he's a core disciple of our Clear River Palace?"

Just as the two were exchanging blows, a voice filled with vigor rang out. Everyone's gaze turned towards the source of the voice, including Gu Xin, Old Yang, and even Feng and Hu Zi. However, their expressions were different.

The one who spoke was Lin Wannian.

As the elders saw that it was Lin Wannian, they respectfully greeted him and then looked towards the peak. Chu Feng was wearing coarse hemp clothes that weren't the attire of one of the Clear River Palace's core disciples. Not to mention the core disciples of Clear River Palace, even the outer court disciples wouldn't wear such shabby clothes.

The disciples of normal sects were divided into three ranks due to their different talents. The highest ranking disciples were called the core disciples, followed by the inner disciples. The lowest rank disciples were called the outer disciples.

Even if they were of different levels, the treatment they would receive would also be different. However, the disciples of each rank were not always the same. Normally, the sect would have a competition every three years. The last two core disciples would be demoted to inner disciples while the two most outstanding inner disciples would be promoted to core disciples.