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When Junior-apprentice Brother Lin brought that abnormal outer court disciple to register with the Honorable Deacon, this Senior Apprentice Brother Lin wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead!

I heard that this year's batch of geniuses had many freakishly talented geniuses. I didn't expect to meet such a freakishly talented junior brother here.

One must know that even if he was at the sixth level of the middle stage of the Mystic Moon realm, the full force of a single blow would not even reach three hundred thousand Jin.

Moreover, he was still considered a middle-level inner disciple within the inner sect. In other words, with Li Er's current strength, once he entered the inner sect, he would at least be taking the upstream inner sect examination!

Moreover, he was just four points away from hitting the top of the black iron pillar. It was only after Li Er left did the surrounding people wake up as if they had just woken up from a dream, especially those Jade Maiden Peak female disciples!

Looking at Li Er's free and easy back, after staring blankly for a long time, a female disciple slowly said: "Not only is he handsome, but his strength is almost perfect. He really didn't come for nothing this time. I will find out this senior brother's name later."

If not, he would not have been able to sleep soundly. Who told Junior Apprentice Brother Lin to bring Li Er to the deacon registration office and then leave. It had to be known that if an ordinary disciple passed the test, they would have to register themselves!

Because the distance between them was only tens of meters, the people that the inner court disciples sent over to register themselves were geniuses with monstrous talents or abnormal juniors who had the chance to receive such treatment.

Those that received this kind of treatment would have a special symbol on their registration. This meant that even if you didn't become an inner disciple during the assessment, there would still be high level figures in the sect that would accept you as their disciple!

The deacon in charge of registration asked with a smile: What's your name?

He answered, "I'm Li Er!"

So how old are you?

He was sixteen this year!

Then how long did you stay in the outer court? What cultivation level was he in now?

Although the deacons had all learned the Heaven's Gazing Eyes, looking directly at others didn't seem too friendly. Moreover, it was impossible for everyone who came to register to look at someone else's cultivation. This didn't make sense.

I seem to have only entered Black Tooth Peak for about half a year, and my cultivation is at the fourth level of the middle stage of the Profound Moon Realm!

The deacon immediately stood up. It had to be known that even in the inner court, there were few that could compare to a genius like this. But this kind of disciple was the future mainstay of the Myriad Sword Sect!

Following which, he smiled even brighter as he introduced the rules of the arena competition to Li Er. Of the twenty people present, only five would be able to advance.

There were no rules in the ring. As long as you didn't cripple, cripple, or kill anyone, even if there were nineteen people surrounding and attacking you, you would still be able to do so.

Do you understand what I'm saying? The twenty of you are enemies with each other, and the stage is only fifty meters wide. There are elders and deacons from each peak, and even inner court disciples and above.

As long as one reached the stage of the Xuanhou realm, each person would be a referee on the side of the ring. Once they left the ring's range, they would be eliminated, be it on the ground or in the air.

Don't be disappointed even if you are out, because you still have one more chance. Among five thousand people, you have one chance to challenge any one of these five thousand people!

As long as you succeed in your challenge, you will replace him. Everyone will only have one chance to issue a challenge, and the person being challenged will only accept one challenge.

If he won, he would be able to participate in the inner sect examination. However, if he lost, he would lose this opportunity.

This old man thinks highly of you, don't let your chain fall at such a crucial moment!

Soon, two hours had passed. The battle formation of a thousand arenas was really huge. Every one of the arenas had been filled with more than a hundred thousand outer disciples.

There were actually more than 20,000 late stage Profound Core disciples, and most of them were outer court disciples that had only been recruited in these two to three years.

An elder sighed with emotion: If it was the inner sect examination three years ago, there would definitely not be more than one thousand disciples that had reached the late stage of the Xuan Core realm.

With that said, all the big bosses on the main platform sucked in a breath of cold air!

At this time, the Peak Master of Black Tooth Peak, Fang Mojiao, and the Peak Master of Jade Maiden Peak, Nangong Qing, looked at the sect leader of the Myriad Sword Sect, Wang Kunlong, with questioning gazes.

This meant that it was very obvious how to arrange the remaining ten thousand disciples or so, who knows, there might be a demon rank seed among them.

No one could say for sure! It seemed that they still needed to increase the number of disciples. As for the disciples in the inner sect, all of the martial brothers and sisters would need to be cautious, in case there were enemy spies.

The head of the Myriad Sword Sect, Wang Kunlong, slowly spoke. Then, he had the first elder send a message. With his strong cultivation, he sent a sound transmission to the sky and everyone present heard it clearly.

If each arena was increased by ten people, the number of inner sect examination disciples would increase by three thousand. In other words, each arena would be increased by five people to eight people.

There were only eight people left in the arena from the battle of thirty people. Although Li Er was not afraid of this kind of free-for-all, he still had to be careful not to capsize.

Finally, the registration was completed. It was almost noon when an elder on the stage announced, "The battle royale for the 988th arena has begun!"

Candidates of 988 arenas, please come onstage to accept the preliminaries!

Soon, thirty male and female disciples came onto the stage. They all stared at each other vigilantly, pulling away from each other!

At this time, one of the Elders spoke up, "The preliminaries will officially begin!"

As the voice fell, the seven to eight male disciples surrounding Li Er all began attacking him. There was nothing they could do about it; his hairstyle was too eye-catching.

Furthermore, their skin was white and tender, and their faces were sharp like knives. This made Li Er the first person from the outer sect to be eliminated!

Seven or eight people brought their swords close to fifty flying swords and charged towards him. The atmosphere in the training field immediately became tense.

This was especially true for the female disciples who were watching from the sidelines. They closed their eyes in succession, and some of them were even more daring as they cried out in alarm. They felt that this Senior Martial Brother was finished.

Fifty or so flying swords, even a Mystic Moon realm expert would not dare to take them head on. Moreover, Li Er was acting all cool.

He stood there calmly, wanting to test his peak of the Third Stage of Body Refinement Realm, to see if he could take a full force attack from a Mystic Moon realm expert, as recorded in the body tempering technique!

Even the referee elders and deacons didn't think that this boy wouldn't dodge, as if he was scared silly by this battle.

This was especially true for the old deacon who had signed up for Li Er. Right now, he was beating his chest and stomping his feet. He sighed and said, "Ai, what a pity about this kid's monstrous talent!"

Just at that moment, the flying swords from all directions surrounded Li Er. There was nothing to say about the disciples' ability to control themselves. They all used flying swords to prevent him from dying, but to make him lose his ability to fight!

Seeing this, the referee elders and deacons finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they could use 50 flying swords to force him out of the arena, then it would be considered a success.