The sect master, the great elder, and the three elders all took their seats.

Behind them stood their direct disciples.

Behind Xiaoyue Sect Master, there are two female disciples, none other than Senior Sister Yuan and Ran Xiaoyuan.

"Ran Xiaoyuan's master is actually the sect leader..."

Zhao Feng was greatly surprised.

No wonder Ran Xiaoyuan is so young, but her cultivation has reached the third level peak, and the internal skill she cultivates is probably the "Tianfeng Shenjue".

Behind Elder Xue, among several disciples, there was a fair-skinned boy with a baby face.

It is none other than Kong Yuanhao, the alien spirit!

Kong Yuanhao's cultivation has reached the second level of transcendence, and his qualifications are almost comparable to those of Bei Mo.

Behind Master Yunhai stood Bei Mo, Yuan Zhi, Quan Chen and other figures.

As for Grandma Liu, there is a pure and beautiful girl who looks familiar at first glance.

Liu Yue'er!

Zhao Feng was a little surprised, he didn't expect Liu Yue'er to worship at the door of the Cao Mu Hall master.

Liu Yue'er's cultivation has also reached the peak of the second level of transcendence. With her superior spiritual body qualifications and the training of Grandma Liu Yue, the sect's number one alchemist, the advantage is too great.

Zhao Feng stood behind the great elder, which also surprised Liu Yuer.

The Great Elder and Sect Leader are the highest-status figures in the Xiaoyue Sect.

"Why can't I get rid of this guy..."

Liu Yue'er frowned slightly, feeling a little inexplicably irritable.

She and Zhao Feng are the descendants of Marquis Cangtie and Marquis Guangjun respectively.

When she first entered the mountain gate, Liu Yue'er secretly competed with Zhao Feng, but failed time and time again.

now.

She worshiped Grandma Yue Yue, while Zhao Feng worshiped under the Great Elder, as if he would always be outnumbered by the other.

What's even more depressing is that the other party's qualifications are nothing more than an inferior spirit body.

"It's interesting. In this competition for quotas, I actually met so many acquaintances."

Zhao Feng pursed his lips into a smile.

His eyes passed over familiar figures, Bei Mo, Ran Xiaoyuan, Liu Yue'er, Kong Yuanhao, Xiao Yun...

All these people are here to participate in the competition for quotas.

"The five-year 'Floating Mountain Competition' begins now!"

Deputy Hall Master Li of the Central Hall shouted loudly, his voice as majestic as a bell.

The whole place was silent.

The competition rules are still the "seven-game system" of previous years.

Each contestant has his own card number and draws lots to select his opponent.

Zhao Feng finished drawing the lots and returned behind the great elder.

"Junior Brother Zhao, in this competition, the strongest players should be 'Beimo' and 'Ran Xiaoyuan'. As long as you don't encounter them, you should have no problem winning four consecutive victories."

Yang Qian analyzed.

Bei Mo is the one with the highest qualifications, understanding, cultivation, and overall strength among the recent batch of new disciples.

Now, he has broken through the third level of transcendence, and his achievements have a tendency to surpass his master Yunhai Zhenren.

As for Ran Xiaoyuan, as a direct disciple of the sect master, his cultivation reached the third level peak, so he should not be underestimated.

"I know both of these two people."

Zhao Feng had a strange look on his face.

The competition will begin soon.

Buzz!

On the formation stage, a layer of transparent white ripples lit up. There were already two disciples on the stage, and they began to fight.

One of them is Xiao Yun.

After the mission in Xingjiazhuang, Xiao Yun took advantage of the opportunity and practiced hard to break through to the second level of transcendence.

But this time, his opponent was an old disciple who had reached the second level of mortal world.

After twenty moves of fighting, Xiao Yuan was defeated and left the field sadly.

The winner will advance to the next round and compete with other winners.

The competition proceeds in an orderly manner.

Bei Mo, Ran Xiaoyuan, Kong Yuanhao and other powerful disciples took action one by one.

In the eighth game, Beimo made a strong appearance.

"Beiming Tianshui!"

A dark blue real power surged around Bei Mo, surging like ripples of water, turning into a vortex shape, like a small waterfall, rushing straight several feet away.

"what happened!"

His opponent felt suffocated and his face turned red from holding back.

Wow!

The disciple who had reached the second level of transcendence spit out a mouthful of blood.

That layer of swirling dark blue ripples was withdrawn by Bei Mo with a "swish" sound. Otherwise, the move just now was enough to directly suppress the opponent to death.

"So strong!"
Chapter completed!