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Chapter 63 Yan Jingren

Chapter 63 Yan Jingren

Show off your power?

Lin Shen and Su Nian looked at each other and frowned slightly.

Seeing the confusion between the two of them, Yang Zhongyi put down his wine glass and explained:

"This can be regarded as the tradition of Jiuyang Taoist Academy."

"Every year when new students enter school, the old students will negotiate and select ten people from among the yellow-level disciples to compete with the new students on behalf of the yellow-level disciples. The loser will go to the spiritual mine outside the city to dig ore for three days."

Digging ore for three days is nothing to a strong practitioner, but the embarrassment and embarrassment are inevitable, and it can be regarded as a serious loss of face for the loser.

Su Nian frowned and said, "Isn't this just bullying?"

Thinking with your toes, you know that this is extremely detrimental to the new students.

Old students already have at least one more year of training time than freshmen, and those who can be admitted to Jiuyang Taoist Academy are definitely talented. Even if they only have one more year of training time, it is enough to widen the gap.

The weakest ones who represented the yellow-level disciples were practitioners of the ninth level of Qi Dynasty, and maybe those of the Long Breathing Realm. How could the new students win?

"There is no way. This is something that the masters and directors of the academy have agreed to. Perhaps they think this is a test for the new students, so that we can deeply understand the cruelty of competition in the Taoist academy."

"Furthermore, in every year's competition, the old students will use some resources as bets. As long as the new students beat the old students, they can get the bets, and the old students are often more restrained and will not let the new students lose too ugly."

Having said this, Yang Zhongyi paused and looked at Lin Shen.

"But this year is probably different. The main reason is you, Lao Lin. You are the first chief minister in the history of the Taoist Academy who is not from an aristocratic family, and is not even a Hanpu. There must be many people among the old students in the Taoist Academy who are from aristocratic families.

If you don't like it, they will probably make things difficult for you in the coaching battle and directly name you to participate in the competition!"

As soon as these words came out, Su Nian frowned.

On the contrary, Lin Shen, the person involved, looked calm and smiled lightly:

"When the soldiers come, they will block the water and cover it with the earth."

"You have a good attitude, but don't take it lightly. Your performance in the college entrance examination has probably reached the ears of those people. If they want to deal with you, they will most likely send disciples who have cultivated themselves in the Long Breath Realm. Even you can't.

You can’t beat the practitioners of Long Breath Realm!”

Lin Shen smiled and said nothing, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Long Breath Realm? Even now, he is confident that with the blessing of talent, he can fight against the Long Breath Realm.

What's more, after a month, it is possible for him to break through to the Long Breathing Realm.

At that time, it is not certain who will deal with whom!

Central area.

In a high-rise building of fifty or sixty floors.

bite!

The elevator stopped on the fiftieth floor, the door slowly opened, and Yan Xing walked out, his expression full of gloom.

There was already a waiter waiting outside. When Yan Xing appeared, he immediately bowed and said:

"Young Master Yan!"

"Where's eldest brother?"

"In the training room No. 2."

Yan Xing nodded, walked past the waiter, walked through the long and bright corridor, and finally stopped in front of a room door.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, a voice suddenly came from inside.

"Come in."

Yan Xing made a move, opened the door and walked in.

There were no lights on in the training room. As the door opened, the light from outside suddenly came in, vaguely illuminating the figure in the center of the room.

It was a man in his twenties, with a slender figure and handsome features. He was wearing a white training suit, his eyes were closed, and he was sitting cross-legged on the floor, as if he had just finished meditating.

The moment Yan Xing stepped into the training room, the man suddenly opened his eyes.

In an instant, the darkness in the training room seemed to be fixed on a white paper, and then someone quickly erased it with an eraser. Inch by inch, light flashed through, dispersing the darkness, giving people the impression that an electric arc exploded out of thin air, shining brightly.

The illusion of brightness in the room.

The virtual room generates electricity!

Yan Xing froze on the spot, then showed a look of ecstasy.

"Brother, you have broken through to the Mingqiao realm!"

Yan Jingren smiled and nodded: "I broke through during the retreat three days ago, but I haven't had time to report it to the family yet."

"Then eldest brother can apply to challenge the House of Lords?" Yan Xing said happily.

"It's still very early."

Yan Jingren shook his head slightly.

"Han Yue, the last of the top ten disciples of the Upper Academy, has been in the Mingqiao realm for half a year. I haven't stabilized my realm yet, and I'm not sure I can win against him yet. I'll discuss the challenge later.

."

Having said this, Yan Jingren smiled sharply and glanced at Yan Xing lightly.

"Forget about me, Yan Xing, I heard that you only got a score of over 180 in this big exam."

Yan Xing's expression froze, and he opened his mouth to explain, but in the end he stopped talking and hung his head slumped.

"In the past twenty years, no direct descendant of the Eighteen Cultivation Family has ever obtained a rank other than 100 in the major exam. This matter has spread, and now our Yan family has become a joke in the family circle.

"

Yan Jingren's tone was calm, but with a frightening pressure. Just a few words made a layer of cold sweat break out on Yan Xing's back.

"The family elders are very dissatisfied with you. Some even proposed to reduce your family resource quota and distribute it to other talented members of the family."

Yan Xing's expression suddenly changed when he heard this.

Yan Jiagui is one of the five famous families. There are many geniuses in the family, and the competition is fierce.

It’s not that there are peers who are more talented than Yan Xing, it’s just that his father is the current head of the Yan family, so he has priority in receiving family resources, which is why he has achieved today’s achievements.

Once the resources are reduced and allocated to a few other cultivation geniuses, he will probably be replaced by those few people before long and no longer have his current status!

If you fall behind step by step, it will be too late to catch up by then!

When he thought of this, Yan Xing suddenly panicked and looked at Yan Jingren pleadingly.

"Brother, you have to help me!"

Yan Jingren said calmly: "Don't worry, my father has suppressed the proposal. Once the news of my breakthrough to the Mingqiao realm is spread back to the clan, no one will make an issue of it again."

Before Yan Xing could breathe a sigh of relief, Yan Jingren continued:

"But you can't do it again. If you don't perform well in the Taoist temple and give others a reason, father and I will no longer be able to help you!"

"I understand!" Yan Xing looked solemn and nodded heavily.

After a pause, Yan Xing's expression suddenly darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Brother, Lin Shen's matter"

Yan Jingren glanced at him and said expressionlessly:

"You don't need to worry about this matter. A mere commoner has become the chief freshman, and most of the children from aristocratic families can't look down on Lin Shen. In the guidance battle in a month's time, someone will naturally make Lin Shen suffer!"

Yan Xing's face was gloomy and he gritted his teeth in silence.

Yan Jingren saw this and sighed secretly.

Generally speaking, for talented civilians like Lin Shen, their aristocratic families would first extend an olive branch and then secretly suppress them if they fail to recruit them.

But looking at Yan Xing's appearance, he knew that recruiting Lin Shen would definitely not work.

Shaking his head, Yan Jingren thought for a moment and said calmly:

"Peng Xinyuan and Kuang Bao are both yellow-level disciples. I will instruct them to fight for the quota for the guidance battle, and then they will deal with Lin Shen."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Xing's eyes lit up, and his gloomy look finally eased a lot.

"Thank you, brother!"

Yan Xing clenched his palms tightly, a look of relief flashed in his eyes.

Lin Shen was not from a noble family, and those old students would not give him face.

In addition, the elder brother is adding fuel to the fire. As long as Lin Shen is defeated miserably in front of everyone, let's see how he can have the dignity to claim to be the new leader!

What's more, he has no eyes in his hands and feet. If Lin Shen could be injured and lay in bed for several months, by the time he recovered, he would have been surpassed by many people.

Even if Lin Shen is not eliminated by then, he won't be able to make any waves in the Taoist academy.

Thinking of this, Yan Xing couldn't help but have a sinister smile on his face.

Let you be proud now and wait a month to see if you can still laugh!

(End of chapter)


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