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In the entire Taiji Square, there were more than a thousand people, and three hundred of them were here to participate in the Rookie Wars, and more than ninety percent of them were men.

When they saw that Ye Feng had sent out a beautiful lady with a calm and refined temperament, all of them revealed happy expressions. After all, this meant that they might encounter Zi Jianlan later.

Furthermore, Zi Jianlan's cultivation was only a little over ten years old, in their eyes, he was definitely someone that they could bully as they please. Chest or whatever, it's not a problem at all.

They did not know that Zi Jianlan's current internal energy had all become Innate Qi s, and had even increased to eighteen years of cultivation. His true strength was comparable to Hua Yeqing's, and because of his Immortal Art, his combat power had surpassed him by a large margin.

Unusual Sacred Objects s that could raise their cultivation by eight years in an instant was something that not even Immortal Chong Hua could obtain. They naturally did not know that Ye Feng could obtain such a good thing.

The Hariti Star Sand, which would make people fight to their deaths, had an extraordinary effect.

"The first round of Rookie Wars shall begin!"

One of the elite disciples from the Taiji Temple channeled his Qi and shouted at the entire audience, "First group, Hua Yun Clan Yin Jianrong, Qing Song House Mu Qingqing ?"

The first group of names were quickly arranged, a total of thirty people walked out from the respective sect teams, and gathered at the edge of Taiji Square.

From Taiji Square's position, it was a total of two kilometers to the other side. However, because there were so many people participating in this group, it was extremely difficult to run in a straight line. Some of the weaker ones would rather walk around the edges of the line than compete intensely with others.

As there were thirty people in each group, only ten of them could enter the next round. Therefore, besides using all of their strength to move forward quickly, each group had to prevent others from moving forward within the range allowed by the rules in order to obtain the final victory.

This was Ye Feng's first time participating in Martial Arts Event, so he had a closer look, but a veteran like Ye Wentian, she did not care so much, since it was just some competition between juniors, it had nothing to do with them.

Of course, when young people related to him went up on stage, Ye Wentian and the other old men would still pay close attention.

Ye Feng looked up and noticed that out of the thirty people in the first group, only two of them had reached thirty years of cultivation. One of them was the genius of Hua Yun Clan, Yin Jianrong.

The other person was Qing Song House's Mu Qingqing.

The Qing Song House was a sect with about the same level of strength as the Zi Zhen Sword Faction, but Mu Qingqing was a female disciple whom the Qing Song House had groomed with all his strength. She was beautiful, and although she wasn't as devastatingly beautiful as Zi Jianlan, she was still as slim and elegant as the jade of a small family, attracting Lian's love.

Yin Jianrong and Mu Qingqing stood at the starting point, and since they were standing together, they took up the best starting position. As for the other youngsters in the same group, they were only a bit further away from the two of them, and the distance to the finish line was also a bit further.

Their sense of superiority was immediately displayed. A young man who had reached thirty years of cultivation was absolutely an enviable existence in the Martial Forest. This was because it was something that could only be achieved through the sect's full effort of nurturing him.

"Begin!"

The elite disciple of the Taiji Temple, who was giving out orders, roared and his voice resounded through the entire audience.

The moment he said that, the thirty youths immediately started to move. Yin Jianrong and Mu Qingqing took the lead and used their respective sect's movement techniques to rush towards their destination.

The genius of the Hua Yun Clan, Yin Jianrong started running, his face still had a playful and disrespectful look, purposely falling two steps behind, his eyes staring straight at Mu Qingqing's raised buttocks, revealing an appreciative look.

Mu Qingqing did not think that much. Although she looked pretty and petite, her movement skills were not sloppy. Her distance of two kilometers was covered in an instant, and in just two minutes, she had reached the finish line.

Yin Jianrong followed closely behind and became the second youth to pass the first round.

As for the others, they were simply unable to compare to the two of them. Even if they used up all of their inner qi, they could only follow far behind the two of them, creating an intense competition. As long as they did not use inner Qi, it would not be a violation of the rules for them to push and control each other. If they used inner Qi, it would not be a violation of the rules for them to not touch other people.

Therefore, during the first round of the preliminary auditions, it was common for people to stick their legs out to disturb each other, use inner Qi to attach to items, and throw them out to obstruct others.

There were also some who avoided the most extreme of paths, taking a detour to the side. Although the distance was a bit far, it avoided direct competition. For weaker cultivators, they were more likely to stand out.

After watching the first round of the competition, Zi Jianlan had more or less understood the rules of the competition, but she did not take it to heart, as her speed was much faster than Yin Jianrong and Mu Qingqing in the first group. With a distance of two kilometers, with the speed of the Speedy Shadow Trail, it would only take a minute to run over.

"Second group, Taiji Temple Wuma Ji, Zi Zhen Sword Faction Zi Jianlan ?"

Zi Jianlan immediately went up to the second group and saw the Taiji Temple's lineup. A tall and mighty youth was sneering at him, and was discussing something with a few Taiji Temple disciples beside him.

Due to the distance, Zi Jianlan could not hear what they were saying, but with Yang Shuning and the other Soul Cultivator around, it would not be difficult to find out what they were talking about.

"Jianlan, be careful. That kid wants to throw a concealed weapon at you in the first round."

Ye Feng frowned and said.

"Yes."

Zi Jianlan was flabbergasted as he looked at the mighty youth called Wuma Ji. He couldn't understand why that guy was targeting her. But she quickly reacted: Wuma Ji, wasn't he Wuma Changfeng's son?

Previously, Ye Feng and Ye Wentian had teamed up and heavily injured Wuma Changfeng. As Wuma Changfeng's son, Wuma Ji would definitely hold a grudge against him.

Now that Ye Feng had not appeared, it was normal for the other party to want to harm her.

"Don't forget that I'm from the Hidden Fairy Sect. In terms of hidden weapons and techniques, the other party is not even close to me."

Zi Jianlan smiled as he walked up to the stage confidently.

Wuma Ji was quickly ready, and similarly, he went around the starting point of the first round of battles to the place where the thirty people in the second group would stand out from his tall and mighty body.

In addition, he was the only one in this group who had reached thirty years of cultivation. Everyone was certain that he would definitely be able to pass the first round.

Right now, the only suspense was, in this competition, what would Wuma Ji do to Zi Jianlan who was on Ye Feng's side?

Everyone was waiting anxiously, while the disciples of the Taiji Temple were even more excited, they started to cheer for Wuma Ji, one by one.