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"That's impossible! Why is this damn fatty's perception higher than mine? " Lu Ye's expression was extremely ugly, as he did not believe this was real. The sharp-mouthed youth looked at Zhen Fan's changing face, and felt a little regretful that he had offended him.

Zhen Yuan looked sharply at Lu Ye, then turned his head to look at Luo Chen behind him. His right eyebrow was raised, as if telling him, "How is it? This Genius is amazing, right? "

Luo Chen pressed his index finger to his lips and smiled in response to Qin Lie's request to keep a low profile.

… ….

Zhen Fan's twenty-one feet large blue dragon caused everyone to open their eyes wide in shock!

Inside the pavilion, Chen Yuntian looked at him with a smile. Does the heavens want my Heavenly Cloud Sword Sect to win? Surprise appeared on Han Qingxue's beautiful face.

On the grandstand, at the Zhen Family's location, Zhen Yue rubbed his round stomach with an extremely happy expression on his face.

"Patriarch, the young master is such a genius, our Zhen Family will soon rise to power!" Zhen Yue had always wanted to change the situation, but it was a pity that the younger generation did not have any outstanding disciples, so he could do nothing about it. Now that his son was so talented, he could give the family a try.

"It's still too early for the steward to say anything." A light flashed through Zhen Yue's eyes.

At the Lu and Sun families' positions, the two Patriarchs' complexions were not looking too good. The three families had always been on the same side. Zhen Yuan's current performance might break the balance in the future. This was not something they wanted to see.

"This fatty is so powerful, it's not wrong for me to lose to him." One of the youths that was eliminated by Zhen Yuan in the first round muttered to himself.

After Zhen Fan, the other prodigies didn't show any more stunning performances, the most being a mere one hundred and sixty meters. Disappointment could be seen in the eyes of Ye Ling and the others.

In the end, only a hundred people qualified for the second move!

Currently, there were only three hundred people left on the field, but the Heavenly Cloud Sword Sect only had a hundred of them. In other words, another two hundred had to be eliminated!

The Heavenly Cloud Sword Sect only took elites, their goal was to be able to cultivate a Supreme Realm martial artist!

A Supreme Realm cultivator was equivalent to several dozen kings, which was why it would be a waste of resources if there were more disciples.

"Sword Cultivator, come out!" The middle-aged deacon's tone was cold, because no one who practiced sword techniques had shown up. This made him very dissatisfied. After all, sword techniques were the core of the Heavenly Cloud Sword Sect.

"Show me the fourth move of your 'Heavenly Thunder Sword'. If you can't reach 50 feet then you will be eliminated!"

The fourth move of the Heavenly Thunder Sword — Sky Thunder Explosion!

The so called Heavenly Thunder Blast was to turn the Essence Sword into a blade of thunder, and then explode apart, forming countless sword arcs of thunder that enveloped the enemy, attacking them from all directions!

The power of this fifty feet sword art was several times greater than that of the thunderstorm. It was on a completely different level.

He saw the first sword cultivator proud son of his diligently circulating his origin energy. His forehead was dripping with sweat, but in the end he was only able to barely swing the ten feet long Sky Thunder Blast.

"Eliminate!" The middle-aged deacon shook his head, and said lightly.

After eliminating 10 people in a row, the first proud son finally reached 60 feet. This caused the middle-aged deacon's pale complexion to ease up a bit.

After the elimination of fifty people, a beautiful young girl with a white neck was seen looking at the stands confidently.

With a casual wave of her hand, a blob of a blue and silver lightning sword appeared in front of her. It was about ten meters in size, and she elegantly left the plaza.

"Roar! Roar!" The youths on the field burst into cheers, and thunderous applause resounded throughout the entire stadium.

"So powerful!"

"She is both powerful and beautiful." How great would it be to have a girl like that as a girlfriend! "

"Keep dreaming. With your appearance, I won't even look you in the eye."

… ….

"That's right!" Ye Ling Tian finally saw a child of the Sword Truth as he nodded.

When it was Luo Chen's turn, he turned to look at Zhen Yuan and smiled. His eyes seemed to tell him once more, "Watch carefully."

Zhen Fan also instantly understood Luo Chen's meaning and gave him an expression that said "I don't believe you."

Then, Luo Chen closed his eyes and focused his mind in his own area. Suddenly, he opened his eyes with astonishing power, like a sharp sword.

A sword light slashed out like a bolt of lightning. When Luo Chen's sword was in one piece, the mass of sword light was ninety percent silver, with a tinge of blue mixed in. It was fifteen hundred feet long!

The clump of swords was like a silver cloud, with thunder howling within. There were 2100 thunder blades formed from them, their power extraordinary!

"Alright!" Ye Ling Tian slapped the table and cheered, then took a sip of tea and exhaled, calming himself down.

"I must train him well!" When Ye Ling Tian said this, the five surrounding elders all smiled and nodded.

What a joke, with Luo Chen being one with the sword, how could the people of the Heavenly Cloud Sword Sect not see it? How sharp were their eyes? The moment that Luo Chen opened them, they all knew that he was a good sapling.

"150 feet!" The middle-aged deacon laughed. He was naturally happy that a seedling of the Dao of the Sword had appeared.

Inside the pavilion, Chen Yuntian was smiling with his hands behind his back. Clearly, he was very satisfied with Luo Chen's performance!

"Foolish brat, not bad!" "You didn't waste the 'True Essence Formula' that I gave you." The corner of Han Qingxue's lips curved up as she secretly rejoiced.

After Luo Chen appeared another youth that was a hundred and twenty feet tall. Everyone from the Heavenly Cloud Sword Sect was very happy.

In the end, a total of a hundred and fifty sword cultivators qualified.

In fact, regardless of whether it was the second form of the《 Eternal Dragon Fist》 or the fourth form of the《 Heavenly Thunder Sword》, they all belonged to the Earthly Yuan level martial arts category.

If the remaining examinees were to be placed in the other third-rate sects, they would be treated as core grooming long ago. However, as a former second-rate sect, the Heavenly Cloud Sword Sect would rather lose than disgrace themselves. They wanted their sect to regain its former glory! Thus, every three years, only a hundred disciples would be recruited. That was why he was able to enter the Heavenly Cloud Sword Sect with only half a foot in the Heavenly Yuan Realm! Of course, everyone's potential was different. Not everyone could advance to the Sky Origin Stage.

Half a step into the Tian Yuan City was already considered the head of the three great families, if he became Tian Yuan, then he would be able to call the wind and summon the rain!

"Non-sword cultivators, use the third move of your Immortal Dragon Fist. It won't even take a tenth of the Divine Dragon's power to leave the stage!"

The prodigies were already numb to the difficulty of the Heavenly Cloud Sword Sect test, the only thing they could do was to do their best.

Before Lu Ye's performance, only five barely qualified.

Lu Ye was full of ambition. He did not believe that Zhen Yuan could surpass him, and he wanted to use the third move to destroy Zhen Yuan's confidence that he had just built!

He clenched his fists tightly and punched forward. A golden dragon head appeared in front of him. It opened its mouth and roared. Its beard fluttered in the wind.

"One eighth!" The middle-aged deacon looked at Lu Ye in satisfaction, then looked at Zhen Yuan with some anticipation.

Lu Ye was extremely confident in his trump card because he knew that even a first grade Earth Origin Stage cultivator was not as good as him.

The people in the stands admired Lu Ye's performance. As they repeatedly nodded their heads, the Lu Family's expressions finally eased a little.

After Lu Ye had five qualified, they arrived at Zhen Fan.

Previously, Lu Ye's performance had been eye-catching, faintly showing the tendency of suppressing Zhen Fan, making people forget the twenty-one meter long blue dragon.

This was because a tenth of the golden divine dragon's power was far greater than that of a blue dragon, just like the difference between an emperor and an official!

Zhen Fan did not mind the audience forgetting him because he knew what he was about to do next would stun them!

Zhen Fan stood still and bowed, his right arm bent. He had accumulated Yuan Qi, and was circulating it through his boxing style.

Suddenly, his fist broke through the air, and a giant golden dragon roared out. Its eyes were like two suns, emitting dazzling rays of light. It stretched out its claws, covering the sky and covering the sun.

Roar!

This furious roar was deafening, causing people to cover their ears. This golden dragon was vivid and lifelike, making people feel fearful.

"One third!" The middle-aged deacon said in an excited tone.

"Oh, oh!"

The youths began to cheer loudly, and the crowd was not stingy with their applause.

"Too exciting, this trip was worthwhile."

If one could say that a tenth of an elite and an eighth of a genius was a genius, then one third of them were indeed monstrous!

"The heavens have blessed my Heavenly Cloud Sword Sect!" Ye Ling Tian thought in his heart.

Chen Yuntian and Han Qingxue were both full of smiles as they felt happy with Zhen Fan's appearance.

Zhen Yuan turned his head and looked at Luo Chen. He rubbed his nose with his thumb, showing off. Luo Chen smiled and gave him a thumbs up. Only then did Zhen Yuan leave the stage complacently.

Lu Ye's result was only third place. This result was beyond his expectations. He could have been dazzling, but Zhen Yuan had stolen his limelight every time. He was in a very bad mood! He clenched his fists tightly, and his fingernails dug into his palms.

"Come out with your sword practice. Show me the fifth form of the《 Heavenly Thunder Sword》. Those who don't have a tenth of the Qilin will leave the stage." The deacon said.

The prodigies who practiced fist arts had a good start. If this group of sword cultivators did not perform well, then their Heavenly Cloud Sword Sect would become a laughingstock.

At this moment, the greatest pressure fell on the first young sword cultivator. He closed his eyes, gripped his sword with both hands, and suddenly chopped out. A purple qilin revealed its head, and it gave off a mighty aura! Several breaths later, it dimmed down.

"Ten percent!"

The youth panted heavily. Clearly, he had consumed a lot of energy, but after hearing the deacon's words, he excitedly left the stage.

With the first person's start up, the next ten people all passed the exam. Then, after a few more people passed, there were twenty people who left the stage.

Then a beautiful figure appeared in their line of sight.

The young girl's sword drew a beautiful arc in the air. A purple-blue qilin head appeared in the sky above her. It shook its head as it took out a giant foot. Then, she gracefully left the stage and smiled back at the young boys.

"One sixth!" The middle-aged deacon smiled.

"Ao! Ao! Ao!"

"Girl, you're so beautiful!"

"Put down your pig hands, let me do it!"

The youngsters began to seethe with excitement as they wailed like ghosts and howled like wolves. The adults on the field silently smiled and watched. It was great to be young!