The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

Gao Bo and Xuan Tong were sweating profusely. Xuan Tong hurriedly explained, "Junior Brother Gu, you misunderstood. Master Gao just wanted to test the strength of the disciples you taught to see how strong they are."

Gu Changhuan nodded slightly and said in an unfathomable manner: "Now you see it, right? I don't know why, but I suddenly feel thirsty!"

Although Gao Bo and Xuan Tong were reluctant, they still poured a cup of hot tea for Gu Changhuan.

In front of a master of Gu Changhuan's level, even the head of Zixiao Palace may not be able to compete with him.

Therefore, nothing happens for no reason. Why does Gu Changhuan, who doesn't care about the affairs of the palace, still have a seat in the elders' seat?

With his cultivation level of the Earthly Demon Realm, looking at the entire Zixiao Palace, except for the head sect leader, basically no one can withstand a single move from him.

After the two men poured tea for Gu Changhuan, they left in a hurry, looking a little embarrassed.

Gu Changhuan walked up to Duan Tianyang, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile on his face, "My little disciple, your cultivation is improving really fast."

Duan Tianyang responded quickly: "Thanks to Master's careful teaching."

Gu Changhuan nodded with satisfaction, then took out the scroll from his sleeve and said as he admired it, "I came back specially for this trip, you two must not let me down, otherwise I will be really angry."

"Disciple obeys your command!" Duan Tianyang and Yan Yuexin said in unison.

In the center of the square, the disciples of Zixiao Palace lined up, waiting for the drawing of lots to begin.

The first step of every inner courtyard selection competition is to draw lots to determine each disciple's competition order and potential opponents, which is of vital importance to every disciple.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, Duan Tianyang and Yan Yuexin finally got their turn.

At this moment, a sinister look fell on the two of them. Gao Bo whispered to another elder at the elders' table: "Mr. Chen, put that kid in the seventh group." The elder nodded, and Gao Bo showed a sneer on his face.

On the stone platform in the center of the square, there was a red palm print shining brightly.

The disciples only need to press their palms on it, and the order of their competition will appear on the top of the stone. Duan Tianyang pressed his palm and felt a chill, and then a few big red words appeared in front of him: "Group 7, No. 10."

"Senior Sister, it's your turn." Yan Yuexin walked forward and pressed her hand, and a few large words appeared on the stone platform: "Group Eight, No. 27."

Half an hour later, all the disciples finished drawing lots. A huge screen appeared above the square of the main hall, clearly listing the names of the contestants and the order of their battles.

After everyone watched carefully, someone began to discuss: "Look, Group 7 and Group 8 are simply the group of death."

Wei Yun, the third on the cultivation list, happened to be in the seventh group. His appearance undoubtedly put more pressure on other contestants.

There is also Gao Bo’s disciple Xie Yan, who is also in the seventh group and is also a strong man in the top ten of the cultivation list.

The eighth group is even more amazing. Wu Guangcheng, Yan Yuexin and Weicheng, all three of them have their names on the cultivation list, undoubtedly forming a powerful lineup for this group.

The three of them were the top representatives of this selection competition, but unfortunately, they were assigned to the same group.

This undoubtedly heightened the suspense and anticipation of the game, making people look forward to the upcoming showdown.

The square was divided into twenty areas, each area corresponding to a group, with a total of twenty groups participating.

If thousands of disciples compete one by one, the competition may continue endlessly until next month.

Therefore, having twenty groups play simultaneously can greatly speed up the game.

"The first round of the competition begins now!" As the order was given, the participating disciples rushed into the square, and immediately sand and stones flew everywhere, and dust and fog filled the air.

Due to the large gap in strength between outer disciples, disciples with lower realms are usually unable to compete with disciples with higher realms, so battles often end quickly.

An hour later, hundreds of disciples were injured and defeated. At this time, Duan Tianyang looked up at the big screen above the square. In the seventh group, the name behind number ten was flashing, indicating that he was about to go into battle.

At the same time, his opponent Xie Yan was already standing in the seventh group's battle area, closing his eyes and waiting for his opponent to arrive.

Duan Tianyang walked slowly into the area of ​​Group 7. As soon as he stepped in, Xie Yan's eyes, which were flashing like lightning, suddenly opened, and his sharp gaze shot directly at Duan Tianyang.

"Tell me your name. I won't fight with unknown people." Xie Yan's tone was a little arrogant.

Duan Tianyang smiled lightly and responded in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Duan Tianyang."

"I've never heard of it!"

Duan Tianyang didn't waste any words on Xie Yan's disdainful attitude. He was too lazy to waste time with this little Karami. However, when he turned around and saw his name was Xie Yan on the big screen, Duan Tianyang suddenly became interested. It turned out that this man was the disciple of the dead old ghost!

Duan Tianyang's eyes suddenly lit up with inspiration, and his body was as light as a swallow in the wind. He took a step forward, and a dull echo came from under the floor.

Xie Yan's perception was extremely sharp. When he heard the strange voice, his pupils contracted sharply and a figure flashed in front of him quickly. It was Duan Tianyang.

"So fast!" Xie Yan was secretly shocked. Duan Tianyang's movement speed was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, but his cultivation had also reached the fifth level of Yuan Hua Realm, and his strength was not weak.

Xie Yan was surrounded by white mist, and a stream of true energy quickly condensed into armor. The two men punched each other.

The moment their fists collided, Xie Yan felt a tingling sensation in his arm, and a powerful force surged out from the other person's body, continuously vibrating and spreading along his arm, causing the blood in his body to churn, and he felt extremely uncomfortable and depressed.

Xie Yan took three steps back before he could steady himself.

Duan Tianyang looked at him with a relaxed expression and said sarcastically, "Is this all that old ghost Gao Bo taught you?"

"Xie Yan is actually at a disadvantage!"

"This is so unexpected! How could he, who is in the top ten of the cultivation list, be defeated by an unknown person?"

"He is not some unknown person. I know him. I remember that during the outer disciple selection competition, he knocked down an opponent who was at a higher level than him with just one punch."

Although many people present were not familiar with Duan Tianyang, they were all familiar with Xie Yan's name.

Everyone thought that Xie Yan did not try his best, but Xie Yan's face looked extremely ugly at this time, and his right hand was shaking slightly.

He had used almost all his strength in that punch just now, but it didn't even hurt the opponent.

The other party was obviously at the fifth level of the Yuanhua Realm, just like him, but his strength was so unbelievable. What was even more terrifying was that this person had never been heard of in the martial arts academy before.