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Ten minutes was not long, and soon passed, and the long bell rang again in the Phoenix Nest.

All the disciples returned to their seats one after another. Some disciples who had not entered the cultivator started watching the show, and those who were preparing to participate in the audition were full of excitement.

Seeing that all the disciples were almost in the same group, Zhang Jiuming got up, and the high-pitched words sounded again:

"Ten minutes have passed, then, the game officially begins!"

Following his sonorous words, the atmosphere in the arena climbed to a certain point in an instant. The disciples of Kongtong Emei, Huashan Taishan, Shaolin Wudang, and Qingfengshan participating in the audition immediately got up and rushed to the twenty rings in the center of the ring .

At this moment, no matter whether it is one's own people or the enemy, they are all fighting for the front.

Only Feng Feiyue holding a long whip, monk Shikong, Situ Yi, Situ Feng, and outstanding disciples from various sects stood in their positions and did not rush up.

For them, the audition is no challenge at all, it doesn't matter if you go early or late, the top 20 will definitely have their seats.

At first glance, there were nearly two hundred people participating in the audition, and there were only a few people left on the seats around them.

Two hundred ascetics participated in the audition, which was tantamount to gang fights. On the twenty martial arts platforms in the center of Phoenix Nest, spirit energy danced wildly, and all kinds of mist were thrown out like garbage.

In order to be able to get in the top 20, everyone worked hard.

People who are acquainted with each other form an alliance first, fight with others, and those who defeat their opponents form an alliance and then fight on their own.

If Fengchao's arena hadn't been set up by Huaxia high-level experts, the arena would have already collapsed.

"Kill!"

"Get rid of him!"

"My female disciple, get down quickly and don't get in the way."

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The sound of shouting and beating continued, and it was a mess, but the heads sitting on the high platform did not pay attention to them, but closed their eyes to rest their minds.

A few outstanding disciples haven't made a move yet, so things like auditions are not worth watching at all.

The battle lasted for more than three hours until 1:30 in the afternoon. Finally, there were only thirty people left in the field. After another half hour, another ten people were wounded and left.

The battle was very fierce, and everyone who participated in it was more or less injured, and even more seriously, their hands and feet were directly broken.

There are senior medical staff sent by Huaxia's top management at the scene. Once someone is injured, they will be taken away immediately.

In the end, there were twenty people standing on the ring.

The number of people left is quite even. Among the seven sects, there are three in Emei, three in Kongtong, three in Huashan Taishan, Wudang Shaolin, and three each. As emerging forces, there are only two in Qingfengshan.

Twenty people stood in the middle of the ring, most of them were slightly injured and were recuperating.

Because everyone knows that the twenty of them are not the final victors, and there are still nearly ten outstanding disciples who have not come in to join the challenge in the spectator stands.

If they come, the unlucky ten will definitely not be able to stay, and will challenge the remaining ten to compete for seats, and a fierce battle is waiting for them.

"Sister, let's go." Yang Meng glanced at the twenty people and said to Yang Yaxin.

"En!" Yang Yaxin nodded, and immediately looked at an ordinary-looking woman in her thirties who was sitting in front of her but had never spoken.

She is the strongest disciple in Emei, and now she is at the fourth level of Qi training. Although her status and appearance in Emei are not as high as Yang Yaxin's, she is the strongest in the younger generation.

"Sister Yushan, are we together?" Yang Yaxin looked at her and asked.

"Yeah!" Tan Yushan nodded and led the two girls to the field below.

Not only Emei, but also the outstanding disciples of the younger generation of the other six sects also moved.

Situ Feng, Situ Yi, and Chang Tianyu from Kongtong came out hand in hand, their robes fluttering, and they selected three competition platforms.

Shi Kong from Shaolin, dressed in gauze, stopped at the waist, holding Buddhist beads, walked shoulder to shoulder with his junior sister Shi Hui, walking calmly.

Zhou Tong of Huashan, dressed in blue, walked away sleepily, the wind of Mount Tai was leaping, wearing a purple skirt, wearing a black and white robe, Zhang Shiquan, who performed Tai Chi, and Lin Qingfeng, who was arrogant and frivolous, Albatron...

A total of twelve people approached the martial arts stage from all directions, each of them exuded a breath-taking aura, which made people frightened.

The martial arts stage chosen by them, the unlucky disciples standing above them all voluntarily moved out of the way. Only the disciple of the martial arts stage selected by Yang Meng as the disciple of Qingfeng Mountain had resisted, but was soon beaten into a second-level disability by Yang Meng. Lifted it down.

In the auditorium, everyone was surprised. They didn't expect Yang Meng to be so ruthless, and Yang Meng was only about eighteen years old, but he had already reached the peak of the second level of Qi training!

In addition, Yang Yaxin reached the third level of Qi training in her early twenties, which made all the leaders on the high platform very frightened.

Who said Emei is not good enough? Even if it doesn't work, it won't work in the short term. This kind of overall strength, given time, will definitely surpass the other sects, especially the helm of Qingfeng Mountain. Killing thoughts flashed in his heart one after another.

"What are you looking at, haven't you seen beautiful women!"

Seeing the surprised gazes from all around, Yang Meng held his head high, thrusting his waist, and didn't care, except when facing Chang Tianyu, he showed a slight smile.

Except for the unlucky brother who was beaten and disabled, another eleven unlucky disciples rushed to the nine victors who were not squeezed out, and a big chaos started again.

Finally, at four o'clock in the afternoon, the battle was finally over.

The twenty disciples standing above were, as expected, the top twenty in this competition.

The distribution is still very even, each sect has two to three, judging from the rest of the people, the major sects are almost the same.

But Tianshu knew that although Tan Yushan was strong, she was also unable to support her alone, and it was difficult for her to make it to the top three. The strength of the remaining two, Yang Yaxin and Yang Meng, would probably stop in the top ten.

Emei has great potential, but the current strength gap with other sects is not small.

Looking at the entrance of Fengchao, the expected figure still did not appear, and Tianshu's face showed a dim color. Could it be that they, Emei, are really going to be squeezed out of the seven sects?

If they are squeezed out, what kind of pressure will Emei face? Tianshu suddenly felt ashamed to face the previous heads.

"The results of the competition have come out, all the masters, why don't I get up and announce the final result?" Zhang Jiuming turned his head and asked the masters with a smile.

Seeing that the overall situation has been decided, several heads nodded one after another, but Tianshu was in a daze until Zhang Jiuming reminded him to nod helplessly.

Zhang Jiuming smiled again, then stood up and said, "Everyone, the top 20 winners of this competition have been confirmed, then we will ask Teacher Ping to write down the names and send the list up, and I will announce it for everyone."

At the bottom, closest to the Yanwu stage, a middle-aged man in uniform glanced at the twenty people, then wrote down their names and sent them to Zhang Jiuming.