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"8000 pounds?"

"A strength of eight thousand kilograms should still not have reached the Body Tempering Ninth Stage, right?"

As a result, there was a small chance of them being able to conserve their strength.

"Hmph, a eight thousand jin garbage dares to challenge me?"

After seeing Qin Feng's result, Li Xingyao couldn't help but sneer, his eyes filled with disdain.

Li Xingyao's strength was 9500 kilograms, which was 1500 kilograms more than Qin Feng's. This was already a huge difference.

Therefore, it was normal for him to look down on Qin Feng.

At the same time, a commotion broke out in another area.

"Tang Yurou, nine thousand kilograms …"

The white-clothed Deacons's expression was excited as he announced the results of the test in a loud voice.

Tang Yurou raised her snow-white chin, and walked straight to Li Xingyao's side without even looking at the surrounding teenager.

Of course, the other disciples also didn't have good impressions of her, they were just curious about her.

When Tang Yurou had entered the outer sect, she was basically not this strong.

"The effects of the Nine Phoenix Pill are really not bad. This time, it's all thanks to Senior Martial Brother Li's help."

Tang Yurou leaned on Li Xingyao and laughed merrily.

"It's just a mere Nine Phoenix Pill. Once you enter the inner sect, I will give you even more benefits, as long as you are obedient."

Li Xingyao smiled charmingly, with a profound meaning to it.

"Of course."

Tang Yurou nodded her head.

The reason she had the current cultivation was entirely thanks to Li Xingyao. The only thing she could do was to make the latter happy, so that she could slowly climb up.

"The results of the preliminaries should be out soon. The main match in the afternoon should be the most important."

Li Xingyao reminded his.

The internal respiration Assessment was only a preliminary competition. When the finals ended, the top ten outer sect disciples would also be participating in it. According to the results of the lots, there would be a round of sparring.

There were a total of 60 people participating in the finals and all of them were equally divided into 10 groups. Every group had 6 participants, but only one person won and entered the finals.

The top of the group, the new generation of the outer court disciples, was now in the top ten.

In the finals, it would be a contest between the top ten. Everyone would call for a one-on-one match, or a one-on-one match. There were no specific rules, as long as the two sides agreed on a good plan.

An hour later, the participants began drawing lots.

According to the rules, last year's ten outer court disciples would be divided into different groups to avoid meeting each other earlier.

On the other hand, people like Meng Yunhan, who had come from the younger generation, no matter which group they were in, would become a group of death.

Therefore, no one was willing to be in the same group as Meng Yunhan. If they were to be in the same group as him, it would also mean that they would have to face Meng Yunhan and one of the ten expert s in front of the outer sect.

Wanting to snatch the top spot in the group from the two great expert s was simply a fantasy.

"The drawing of lots has begun. I'm so nervous."

"Holy Spirit, Earth Spirit, God's blessing, don't team up with Meng Yunhan …"

Many disciples were praying in secret.

An hour later, the subdivision was announced and the name list was posted on the notice board.

"I'm in the fourth group. Fortunately, I'm not in the same group as Meng Yunhan."

"I... and I were in the same group, it's no wonder... Why are you being so cruel to me? "

Some people were happy while others were worried. All kinds of voices continuously rang out in the plaza.

"Meng Yunhan is in the seventh group. Oh my god, there's not only Meng Yunhan in the seventh group, there's also Qin Feng! "This group is too abnormal …"

Meng Yunhan was too eye-catching, everyone was watching his movements.

When everyone realized that Qin Feng was also in this group, they were all petrified.

In the seventh group, there were three eye-piercing names: Lu Fan, Meng Yunhan, Qin Feng.

Lu Fan was the fifth place candidate from the outer sect last year, and he was even thought to be in the top three this year. In the preliminary competition, Qin Feng also displayed eight thousand kilograms of profound strength.

Whoever was assigned to the same group as these three would have to suffer for their entire eight lifetimes of bad luck.

"wind brother, your luck is so bad, you actually met Lu Fan and Meng Yunhan."

"Luck... It's a little worse, but it doesn't matter. "

Qin Feng said indifferently.

Since he was aiming for the first place in the outer sect, then, regardless of who his opponent was, whether it was Jiang Mofeng, Lei Yiming, Meng Yunhan... Even small, unknown characters would have to defeat it.

"Fatty Lu, your luck is good. Good luck."

Qin Feng laughed.

"wind brother, you can do it too. I believe you can stand out."

Lu Ming said with a sincere expression.

When the nearby disciples heard this, they all let out a sneer.

"Fatty Lu, stop bragging."

"Facing the fifth place person from the outer sect, Senior Brother Lu Fan, and the genius, how could Qin Feng stand out? "What a huge joke."

"Fatty Lu, you are really stupid, haha …"

In the face of the mockery from the others, Lu Ming's attitude was very firm.

Because he had seen with his own eyes how Wang Ying, of Body Tempering Ninth Stage, had been killed by Qin Feng.

"You fellows, just wait for your face to be slapped, hmph!"

Fatty Lu did not mind.

"Let's go."

Qin Feng did not say much as well. There was no need to compete with those unknown people, and after bidding farewell to Lu Ming, he went to field number 7 alone.

He was the third to take the stage. In the first two groups, Lu Fan would be competing with Meng Yunhan.

"I can just observe for a while."

Qin Feng stood at the side, calm and collected.

Very quickly, the first round of battles began. The first to go on stage was Lu Fan, a handsome young man.

Lu Fan walked onto the Battlestage barehanded, displaying an extremely strong confidence.

As for his opponent, even though he was clutching onto a handful of long knife, his entire body was trembling.

"Begin."

Following the orders given by the Deacons in white, the battle began.

"Don't be nervous Junior Brother, I can give you a few moves first."

Lu Fan laughed faintly, with an elegant demeanor.

Some of the female disciples were unable to control themselves and their eyes bloomed like peach blossoms.

Lu Fan was extremely arrogant to the outer sect disciples, other than his handsome appearance and the powerful cultivation, he had a very refined and refined personality.

"Senior brother Lu, sorry for the offense."

The disciple rushed towards him with a blade in his hand. Lu Fan dodged him easily.

Seeing Lu Fan dodge, the opponent unleashed knife technique with all his might, as though he had overcome his fear. Each slash was extremely ferocious, and his fighting strength had obviously increased by a lot.

Unfortunately, no matter how madly the disciple attacked, he could not touch the corner of Lu Fan's clothes.

Lu Fan was floating around like a tornado in the Battlestage, his movements eerie and unpredictable, causing a commotion outside the arena.

"This person's movement technique is pretty good!"

Qin Feng's eyes lit up, as he gained a certain understanding of Lu Fan's strength.