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C7 Tryouts(1)

Back to the dorm, it's dark. The four youths crossed their arms in front of their chests and stood in the courtyard where Zhang Yang lived. They looked at him coldly.

"Another four..." Zhang Yang was a little speechless. He could clearly feel the strong hostility from the four people in front of him, but he pretended not to know. He walked over casually, and the only sound left in the quiet courtyard was his footsteps.

The four young men attacked without any warning. They were as fast as ghosts and were much more powerful than the three people he had met in the canteen.

Zhang Yang nodded and said, "Awesome!" His body swayed, and eight shadows suddenly appeared beside him. They were dressed in black and had black hair. They looked exactly the same as his face. In an instant, human figures flashed everywhere. The attacks of the four youths all missed.

Zhang Yang suddenly made a move and firmly grabbed a youth's shoulder. He released the divine power in his palm and threw the youth out of the courtyard.

This attack showed Zhang Yang's strength at the peak of the Shadow Transformation Realm. As long as he was willing, he could make his shadow fill the entire courtyard in an instant.

The Shadow Transformation Realm was the first step to stepping into the realm of martial arts. It could train one's speed to the limit and at the same time, it could also be mixed with some illusions. It could transform a cultivator into countless incarnations in an instant. It had a great effect of disturbing the enemy during actual combat.

But the Shadow Transformation was just a shadow, and it could not hurt people.

When the enemy saw Zhang Yang's skill, they were also shocked. The remaining three youths looked at each other, and just as they couldn't make up their minds, a huge force suddenly surged towards them, and they couldn't help but fly away.

"Next time you come and cause trouble, I will break your legs!" Zhang Yang's cold voice sounded.

The four youths who had fallen outside obviously did not expect Zhang Yang's cultivation to be so powerful. Their faces were pale. They looked at each other and ran away in a panic.

After chasing away the troublemakers, Zhang Yang let out a light sigh of relief. He walked back to his room leisurely. When the people who lived in the same courtyard saw Zhang Yang beating up the four youths, they were all dumbfounded.

The night passed very quickly. Soon, the red sun rose from the east, and the mist in the mountains gradually faded away.

"It's time to eat!" An inner sect disciple's angry roar came from the sky above the courtyard, waking the outer sect disciple who was still sleeping.

Zhang Yang had woken up a long time ago. He sat cross-legged on a rock and began to deeply breathe. He felt that the spirit energy in his body was becoming more and more abundant, and he couldn't help but feel gratified.

After finishing his meal, he rushed to Martial Battle Arena.

Zhang Yang looked up and saw that there were about 90 outer sect disciples who had been nominated. They were far less than the number of people on the big ship. It seemed like two to three hundred people had been eliminated in the first round of the Mirage Dragon Valley!

Outside the Martial Battle Arena, there were a few seats. They were covered with a dark red velvet carpet, making them appear extremely luxurious.

More than ninety outer sect disciples were waiting anxiously, but the inner sect elders and disciples had yet to appear.

"Hmph, putting on an act, pretending to be divine!" A cold laugh came from the side. This voice sounded familiar, and Zhang Yang turned his head to look. It turned out to be Zhao Cheng, who had a conflict with the Yang family yesterday. He was wearing a white robe. There was not a speck of dust on his robe, and there was a proud and cold smile on his face.

Zhang Yang didn't have a good impression of this man. He sneered to himself and didn't look at him.

However, a few young men surrounded him. The leader was Yang Feng.

Zhang Yang furrowed his brows and looked at Yang Feng coldly. He didn't say anything.

Under his fierce gaze, Yang Feng actually felt a little guilty. He laughed and pretended to be fierce and fierce. He grinned hideously and said, "Xiaodong Xi, you are very arrogant! Were you the one who injured my four brothers yesterday?"

Zhang Yang slightly narrowed his eyes and sneered, "So those four are your brothers. I thought they were four mad dogs!"

Yang Feng was furious and said, "Bastard! You will soon know the consequences of offending me! If you have the guts, just tell me your despicable name. I will slowly make fun of you."

Zhang Yang turned his head away and ignored him.

Just as Yang Feng was about to get angry, a commotion came from the crowd. Yesterday, a white-haired old man with an aquiline nose wore a black robe and slowly sat down. Behind him were two inner circle disciples, Yang Tiange and Lau Qingyang.

"Kid, do you see that?" When Yang Feng saw his brother's arrival, his courage instantly increased, "My brother is also one of the judges. If you dare offend me, you will never be able to pass the inner circle selection!"

Zhang Yang's face darkened, and a frightening murderous aura flashed across his brows. Entering the inner sect was his wish. If he failed because of this spoiled brat, then how could he still have the face to go back and see his mother?

"The competition begins." The aquiline nose elder said faintly, "The first match, Zhang Yang. To Chu Liang."

The elder's voice wasn't loud, but it suppressed the roaring mountain wind. Everyone present could hear him clearly.

"What?" The crowd seemed to explode. "Isn't Zhang Yang the publicly acknowledged number one expert in the outer sect? Why did he start the first match?" Everyone's eyes were looking around the crowd, wanting to see what the legendary number one expert in the outer circle looked like.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath, then he suddenly stepped out of the crowd and jumped onto the Martial Battle Arena.

Chu Liang was a thin youth, his eyes shining, looking very quick-witted.

The two of them confronted each other in the Martial Battle Arena.

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