Martial Godly Emperor

However, there were still six people standing on the stage, including him.    

And there were only five people who could advance.    

"Who's there? Get lost!"    

Meng Yu shouted.    

With this shout, the voice was loud. A thin disciple standing at the edge jumped in fright and rolled off the stage!    

This scene stunned many disciples.    

No one else in Meng Yu's stage had made a move. It was because of Meng Yu that he had advanced!    

Around the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.    

All the arenas had a result.    

Core disciples were promoted to sixty people, and inner sect disciples were promoted to more than 120 people.    

Another round of selection.    

24 core disciples had advanced to this round.    

They rested for a while.    

The inner disciples were already in the ranking competition.    

"This time, the core disciples will fight against each other."    

"The first stage, Cai Jiaojiao versus Zhong Yan."    

"The second stage, Li Zheng versus Xu Hai."    

"The third..."    

Ximen Lei announced the names of many disciples.    

Meng Yu was assigned to the sixth ring to fight against a Fourth Level Fetal Origin Stage warrior named Yang Tie from Ding Kang's camp.    

After more than thirty rounds of fighting, Yang Tie was kicked off the stage by Meng Yu and lost.    

What shocked everyone was that Ning Ximeng and Ning Xilan were also in the same group.    

After the pair of sisters walked onto the stage, Ning Ximeng pulled her elder sister and spoke for a while before turning around and admitting defeat.    

Seeing her younger sister's back as she walked down, Ning Xilan's mind flashed with her younger sister's words, "Mother was killed by someone. It is not grandfather's fault. At that time, he had already given up many things to save mother's kiss. But the journey was too far and he was unable to make it."    

There was disdain at the corner of Ning Xilan's mouth. "He gave up a lot of things? Why did I see him still handling matters in the sect?"    

This time, Cai Jiaojiao, Li Zheng, Su Yuyan and Xia Ting also each had a slight advantage and defeated their opponents.    

Among the twelve people who had advanced to the core disciples, the strongest ones were Ouyang Tushan and Ning Xilan, who were wearing masks, followed by Fu Wenjian, Jiao Wuhen, and the others.    

Ximen Lei did not continue to announce the battle between the core disciples.    

Because, the ranking competition of the inner disciples was at a critical moment.    

After half an hour, the ranking of the inner circle disciples was announced.    

The first place was Jing Jiansheng, and the second place was Lin Ying. Both of them had just entered the first level of the Fetal Origin Stage, and they had pretty good talent. Both of them had been placed in the ranking competition against the twelve core disciples.    

As for the inner circle disciples who ranked third to sixth, they were qualified to fight the core disciples, but they had given up.    

Below the Main Platform stood the fourteen most talented people in the sect.    

"The ranking battle is about to begin. Whether it's the inner or outer circle disciples, the sect will reward them handsomely if they can get into the top 50."    

"And those who can get first place in the final ranking of the core disciples... The sect will reward them with 1,000 Elemental Stone and two Spiritual Middle Grade magic weapons. Besides the two White Butterfly Blood Ginsengs, it will also be Sect Master. He will be given a Position of Young Sect Master! "    

When Ximen Lei's cold voice rang out in the ears of many people, their eyes were filled with passion.    

Putting aside those generous rewards, this Position of Young Sect Master was already the future ruler of the sect!    

Even Meng Yu, Su Yuyan and the others felt their hearts palpitate when they heard this.    

In this world, who could be dismissive of power?    

Many of the disciples who were watching the battle turned their eyes to Ouyang Tushan, who was wearing a mask.    

In their eyes, someone as strong as Ouyang Tushan had already sat on Young Sect Master's seat.    

A few of them were already feeling proud of themselves.    

Because they had a good relationship with Ouyang Tushan. When he was still an Outer Sect and Inner Sect disciple, he had even shared a house with ___, had sparred with him, or had gone out on missions together.    

In the eyes of these people, looking at Ouyang Tushan's tall body, they were all looking forward to their good days in the future.    

And the only person who could challenge Ouyang Tushan seemed to be that cold senior sister, Ning Xilan.    

"Senior brother Ouyang and Senior Sister Ning, it seems like they are Young Sect Master's most powerful competitors."    

"They are both Second Elder's people. Sigh, Sect Master's seat is unstable."    

"I can guarantee that if senior brother Ouyang or Senior Sister Ning were to sit on the Position of Young Sect Master, Sect Master would resign half a year later."    

Many disciples were whispering to each other.    

They looked at Su Mingxuan with sympathy.    

After all, Sect Master cherished many of his disciples very much, unlike Ding Kang and Yu Qianjue.    

"It's very simple to win the competition. You can either defeat your opponent or surrender."    

"Now, I declare that the ranking competition has officially begun! The first match will be between Jing Jiansheng and Jiao Wuhen."    

Ximen Lei's voice was heard, containing Yuan energy, and it drifted into the ears of many people.    

As soon as his voice faded.    

The black-clothed Jing Jiansheng looked at Jiao Wuhen, who had a strong back and a strong waist, and his expression instantly became somewhat fearful.    

He was only fifteen years old this year. Although he had obtained the best result in the inner sect, he was somewhat powerless against Jiao Wuhen, who was in his twenties and had extraordinary strength.    

However, Jing Jiansheng's waist was straight.    

"No matter if I lose or win, I can't be afraid."    

His footsteps were very steady, and he walked step by step onto the arena.    

"Senior disciple Jiao Wuhen, please enlighten me."    

The black-clothed youth cupped his hands towards Jiao Wuhen and said.    

In response to the young man's respect, Jiao Wuhen looked at him coldly.    

"I'll give you a chance, trash. Now, get out of the arena and I'll spare your life!"    

Jiao Wuhen said coldly.    

"Get out?"    

Jing Jiansheng was surprised. He didn't expect his senior brother to be so rude!    

He was the future of the Jing family. How could he get people to get lost just like that?    

Clang.    

After all, he was still young, so being called trash like this made Jing Jiansheng's tender face burn.    

"I have already given you a chance." Jiao Wuhen said proudly.    

The young man gritted his teeth. He had experienced these things before, and he knew that he couldn't defeat this sixth level Fetal Origin Stage senior brother in front of him. But, for the sake of Jiao Wuhen's words, no matter what, he had to give it his all!    

"Junior brother Jing, do your best!"    

"Jing Jiansheng, just hold on for fifteen rounds and admit defeat!"    

Below the stage, many of the youths and young girls who had a good relationship with Jing Jiansheng were cheering loudly for him.    

Jing Jiansheng's face turned red. He stepped on his footwork, and with his sword in hand, he quickly rushed towards Jiao Wuhen.    

"Slaughter Sword Rain!"    

This young man had used his ultimate move in the first move!    

Strands of sharp sword light carrying a white light shot towards Jiao Wuhen.    

"Hmph, insignificant skill!"    

Jiao Wuhen was extremely arrogant. He did not even use a magic weapon, and instead stretched out his empty hand towards Jing Jiansheng, wanting to grab the sword in his hand!    

The young man nimbly changed his moves.    

Then, his "Big Tree Martial Soul" was summoned, and numerous vines extended towards the arrogant young man.    

At this moment.    

Jiao Wuhen's eyes were cold, and the corner of his mouth raised into a mocking smile.    

When Jing Jiansheng was surrounded by vines, he swung his sword and charged at him.    

Jiao Wuhen's entire body turned into a mist, and he instantly covered Jing Jiansheng.    

Ahhhh!    

With a shrill cry, Jing Jiansheng fell backwards. Blood splattered across the sky, and he fell heavily onto the ground!    

"Jing Jiansheng!"    

"Junior brother Jing!!"    

"He, he actually dared to publicly cripple Jing Jiansheng's Dantian? "    

"Jing Jiansheng and him, there is no enmity between them! But to say that they don't know each other, but he actually crippled Jing Jiansheng?"    

The disciples who were on good terms with Jing Jiansheng were so angry that their eyes were spitting fire. They rushed towards Jing Jiansheng.