After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Mo Ye and the others finally arrived at the gate of the competition ground. There were two monks there, exuding fluctuations at the peak of the Spiritual Realm.

"To participate in the selection, you must pay five hundred spiritual stones, and to watch the selection, you must pay five thousand spiritual stones." The two monks said expressionlessly.

"The viewing fee is a bit expensive!" Mo Ye muttered, but he still paid enough spirit stones.

After the two monks collected the spiritual stones, they took out two gold plaques and handed them to Jin Hao and Kelvin. They also took out a silver plaque and gave them to Jin Hao.

"Gold medal holders turn left at the entrance and wait indoors, while silver medal holders turn right and go up to the stands to find their seats."

Mo Ye looked at the silver medal in his hand, and there was a text on it, "No. 33, Area C."

Then he looked at the gold medals in the hands of Jin Hao and Kelvin. They had the words "four hundred and sixty-eight" and "four hundred and sixty-nine" written on them respectively.

"The number written on their sign should be the number for the selection!" Mo Ye thought.

"Hurry up and enter!" The two monks frowned when they saw that Mo Ye and the others had not left after getting the sign.

Mo Ye and the others heard the sound and quickly entered the competition ground.

"Jin Hao, Kelvin, you have to work hard, I will watch your performance from the stands!" Mo Ye smiled at Jin Hao and Kelvin.

"Understood, I'll show you the results of my latent cultivation later!" Kelvin said confidently.

"Don't worry and wait for us to come back. We will definitely pass this selection!" Jin Hao said calmly.

"Okay!" Mo Ye patted them both on the shoulders and walked towards the stands.

Following the words on the silver medal, Mo Ye quickly found his seat.

After sitting down on his seat, Mo Ye began to close his eyes and rest his mind, quietly waiting for the selection of Wentian Academy to begin.

Time passed slowly, and soon, Mo Ye was surrounded by all kinds of monks. Most of these monks were related to the people who came to participate in the selection, and a very small number of monks came here just to

Open your eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that 5,000 spiritual stones had to be handed over to watch the selection, the number of people who came to watch would probably be even greater.

"Now, 1,654 people have signed up to participate in the Wentian Academy selection. At the same time, everyone in the stands is also welcome to come and watch the battle." Above the competition field, a spiritual liquid realm monk said.

His voice was extremely loud and clearly spread to every position on the fighting field.

"Now, the selection officially begins. Those who have registered their numbers are asked to go to the designated arena for the first round of competition."

"The first stage, No. 36 vs. No. 188."

"Second stage, No. 59 vs. No. 321."

"The third stage, No. 253 vs. No. 1,463."

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Numbers were announced one after another from the mouth of the spiritual fluid realm monk. The holders of these numbers immediately walked out of the waiting hall and boarded the ring.

In the competition arena, there are eighteen arenas. Under the arrangements of the relevant personnel of Wentian Academy, these eighteen arenas have begun competitions. Moreover, on each arena, there is a monk at the peak of the spiritual realm to act as a referee, maintaining the

They follow the order of the arena. If something unexpected happens during the competition, they can save the person in time.

The selection for Wentian Academy began to proceed in an orderly manner.

Mo Ye opened his eyes, woke up from his meditation, and began to watch with interest.

The monks participating in the competition were all about the same age as him. However, what made him feel a little strange was that most of these monks were still at the peak of the spiritual realm.

It seems that the judgment he made on the street before is still different from the actual situation.

After all, there are only a few people who have truly cultivated to the spiritual realm like them.

"In this case, it will be easier for Jin Hao and Kelvin to deal with them!" Mo Ye thought.

The selection of Wentian Academy adopts the elimination mode in the arena. Once you lose to others in the arena, you will lose the qualification to continue participating.

Most of these young monks are at the pinnacle of the spiritual realm, and what they are most worried about is meeting those monks who have opened the spiritual realm.

If they faced Kai Lingjing, they would have absolutely no hope of making a comeback.

Wentian Academy selects a hundred students from each continent. Therefore, in this case, monks with spiritual realm cultivation have a great advantage.

However, there were also a very small number of monks who opened the spiritual realm and faced each other in this first round of competition. Among them, the weaker one could only leave with hatred.

After all, luck is also part of strength.

Jin Hao and Kelvin also participated in the first round of competition and passed successfully.

Their opponents only had the cultivation level of the Spiritual Dynamic Realm. When they released their own cultivation level, their opponents immediately gave up.

It is not a glorious thing to stand up in front of monks in the spiritual realm. Others will only think you are stupid.

Because their opponents conceded defeat, they did not show their strength and their strength was hidden.

Other victorious monks can also watch the competition in the arena, hiding their strength and preventing some strong opponents from paying attention to them in advance.

Although there were a total of 1,654 monks participating in the selection of Wentian Academy, three hours later, the first round of competition ended successfully. 827 monks were eliminated and lost.

For the next selection qualifications, I can only leave silently.

Of course, some of these disqualified monks chose to stay and continue to watch the battle. They believed that the next watch would be of great help to their future practice.

After a quarter of an hour's rest, the second round of competition officially began.

"The thirteenth stage, No. 468 vs. No. 523."

After hearing these words, Jin Hao stood up from his seat and stepped onto the thirteenth stage.

His opponent, a young man in gray, also stepped onto the thirteenth stage.

Mo Ye cheered up. If he remembered correctly, Jin Hao's opponent in this round also had the cultivation level of the spiritual realm.

"He's a disciple of the Xuan Ti Sect!" Some people in the stands exclaimed.

"His opponent is in trouble!"

"He also has the cultivation level to open up the spiritual realm, but he was defeated by luck!"

Listening to the discussion of some people around him, Mo Ye just smiled and didn't care.

No matter how powerful the Xuan Ti Sect boy was that people around him said, he believed that Jin Hao would not let him down.

"Friend, please fight with all your strength and don't let me down!" The boy in gray looked at Jin Hao and cupped his fists.

Jin Hao's eyes lit up as he looked at the burning fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Okay!" Jin Hao shouted, and the spear appeared in his hand.

Jin Hao's cultivation was also released at this moment, and the huge aura swept away towards the surroundings.

"We have actually reached the peak of the early stage of the Spiritual Realm!" Mo Ye exclaimed after feeling Jin Hao's cultivation.

Jin Hao's cultivation speed was much faster than he imagined.

Feeling the oppression brought by Jin Hao, the eyes of the young man in gray became brighter and brighter.

When he stepped into the ring before, he felt that the young man in front of him was a bit extraordinary. Now it seemed that it was indeed the case.

"Senior Brother Luo, Senior Brother Li is getting serious again!" In the waiting area, a young man looked at the scene on the thirteenth stage and said to a young man next to him.

"He has always been like this. When he meets a decent opponent, he will become like this." The young man known as Senior Brother Luo said with a smile.

The young man in gray had a long stick in his hand.

"The same weapon as Bly!" Bly's figure flashed in Jin Hao's mind.

In his impression, Bly was armed with a long stick, had amazing close combat abilities, and was extremely powerful physically.

"The other party is a monk from the Xuan Ti Sect. The Xuan Ti Sect seems to be a sect that also focuses on body refining."

"My physical strength is still very lacking, so in the next battle, I have to prevent him from getting close!" Jin Hao thought, with a thought, the cold power turned into a faint white mist, and with his

spread out to the surroundings.

The boy in gray clothes curiously approached the white mist released by Jin Hao, and instantly felt an extremely cold breath invade his body, making him instantly feel like he was trapped in an ice cellar.

At the same time, his movements also became sluggish under the influence of this cold power.

"What a powerful cold!" While he was frightened, the fighting spirit in the eyes of the young man in gray became more intense.

"Take me first!" The young man in gray suddenly exerted his strength, kicked the ground with both feet, and closed the distance with Jin Hao.

At the same time, the long stick in his hand began to emit a faint golden light. An unparalleled momentum arose from his body.

The long stick brought a strong wind and swept towards Jin Hao.

Jin Hao's eyes were solemn, the spear in his hand was dancing rapidly, and a shield made of frost condensed out instantly, blocking the strong wind swept by the boy in gray.

The strong wind hit the ice shield, leaving only a shallow mark but not shattering it.

At this time, the young man in gray had already arrived in front of Jin Hao.

"The defense is not bad!" said the young man in gray, and slashed the ice shield directly with the long stick in his hand.

There was a clear sound, and the ice shield shattered. Ice shards filled the sky, flying in the air.

"The battle is over!" The young man in gray exerted a little force and swept the long stick in his hand towards Jin Hao's waist.

However, there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
To be continued...