Song Hua looked at Chu Yan and happened to see Chu Yan talking around a group of deacons.
"Well, that's true." Facing these deacons' hot or questioning gazes, Chu Yan's eyes were clear.
Chu Yan had expected that he was surrounded by so many deacons who suddenly rushed out, so he was not panicked at all at this moment.
"Before this 100-sect disciple ceremony, I did have a small accident, which caused my meridians to break down." Chu Yan said the truth, "But I did not give up. I insisted on practicing every day. God will pay off the will of those who are interested. I finally
A few days before the ceremony began, the meridians were restored."
"Then please ask, can we test it?" a deacon asked.
This matter is very important, they must make sure of it.
"No problem." Chu Yan nodded.
He stretched out an arm, and suddenly, several deacons placed their fingers on Chu Yan's arm.
The scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on Chu Yan.
Especially the group of young warriors, their mouths were opened and their eyes were as bright as eggs.
Just now, they heard that Chu Yan was actually promoted to the Mai Ning Realm.
This is a sixteen-year-old monk!
And these people are just about the third level of the Zhenwu Realm, and not even the fourth level.
Comparing people with others is really annoying!
Originally, these young warriors were all very envious and jealous of Chu Yan because they were popular among these deacons of the sects.
But now they are all envious, and they dare not have any jealousy at all.
There is no way, he is a monk, but he is more than a little taller than a warrior.
After a brief investigation, these deacons have confirmed that Chu Yan's meridians are intact.
Not only that, they also found that Chu Yan's meridians seemed more tougher than those of ordinary monks.
The deacons in charge of the inspection were trembling faintly because of excitement.
"There is no problem, Chu Yan is indeed a monk..."
After one of the deacons announced that he had not finished speaking, the scene was like boiling oil pouring a spoonful of boiling water, and it was about to explode.
"Chu Yan! On behalf of the Seven Quatrain, I will send you the most sincere invitation!"
"Chu Yan! I, Tingxue Tower, is the most suitable sect for you, and I can guarantee that once you choose Tingxue Tower, an elder will immediately accept you as your personal disciple!"
"We Wuxiangmen will strongly support you, Chu Yan, choose us Wuxiangmen!"
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After confirming that Chu Yan's meridians were unobstructed and were genuine, these deacons were now as if they were injected with chicken blood, shouting loudly, throwing out the best conditions they could give to lure Chu Yan.
To be honest, even if Chu Yan failed to achieve nearly 10,000 achievements today, his realm alone would be enough to break the heads of these sects and snatch him away.
A sixteen-year-old cultivator in the Ningmai Realm, he is a rare genius in any sect in Yunaojiang Kingdom!
The young warriors around were all stunned and stared at the group of deacons who were usually tall and arrogant. At this moment, they were all surrounded in front of Chu Yan, with a smile that had never happened before on their faces, pulling Chu Yan over.
You know, under normal circumstances, these deacons would not be so kind even when facing the patriarchs of the family where these young warriors were located.
However, there was a person in the crowd at this moment, who felt cold all over and pale as white as paper.
This person is Yan Junrui.
Not long ago, he was the focus of everyone's eyes and was sought after by countless people.
But now, everything has changed.
In Yan Junrui's opinion, Chu Yan took away everyone's attention.
He should be the one who is sought after and surrounded in the middle. He is robbed by various sects.
"This bastard, you snatched the attention that should belong to me... I will never let you go..."
Yan Junrui gritted his teeth and walked towards Chu Yan suddenly.
"I don't accept it!"
At this time, Yan Junrui's scream made the scene suddenly quiet.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yan Junrui's face distorted and pointed at Chu Yan: "I don't believe you can get more than 9,000 points. It must be something wrong with the Void Spirit Monument! I'm not convinced! I want to compete with you!"
Seeing Yan Junrui's eyebrows standing up and his teeth and claws were swaying, Chu Yan was not very willing to argue with him.
After all, Chu Yan's mind is much more mature than Yan Junrui.
He has now successfully received invitations from many sects and proved himself, so there is no need to accept the doubts of other warriors.
If anyone questioned him and he would respond, he would probably be exhausted to death.
So Chu Yan ignored Yan Junrui at this moment.
Who knew that Chu Yan's performance became a complete escape and guilt in Yan Junrui's eyes.
Yan Junrui immediately proved even more that Chu Yan had a ghost in his heart.
He didn't believe that Chu Yan could get nine thousand points, but when he saw Chu Yan's performance, he immediately became angry.
"If you don't dare to respond, then I will force you to respond! I want you to show your true form!" Yan Junrui let out a long roar, his wrist trembled, and a long sword immediately slid from his sleeve and held it in his hand. What's wrong?
He stabbed Chu Yan.
"The Cold Light Shadow Sword!"
In front of everyone, he used a fierce sword to stab Chu Yan in the back of his heart.
"court death!"
Feeling the coldness behind him, Chu Yan frowned immediately, and deep in his eyes, a cold light flashed, and in an instant, it turned into snow all over the sky, covering his eyes.
Originally, he didn't plan to argue with Yan Junrui, but now the other party actually attacked, and when he took action, he came to take his own life.
"What are you worthy of challenging me!"
With a roar, Chu Yan turned around and grabbed the opponent's long sword. With a crack, a sharp sword suddenly twisted into a twist in Chu Yan's hand.
Yan Junrui was stunned at this moment.
The long sword in his hand was given by his elders and was one of his confidence in participating in the ceremony of the Hundred Pupils this time.
But now, even the other party's palms cannot be cut.
Yan Junrui's thoughts stopped at this time.
Chu Yan rushed forward with a step forward, and the sound of breaking through the air came as if thunder had rolled on the ground.
"Shadow Eight Boxing!"
Boom!
In the void, fist shadows flew.
Every punch that Chu Yan was punching out was as if he was pounding a war drum, hitting everyone present hard.
The young warriors with weaker strength were even more pale at this moment, their knees were weak, and they fell to the ground.
Yan Junrui had no time to let out a scream, and his body soared into the air, and his throat was filled with blood gushing out, falling out like a kite with broken strings.
Several deep depressions appeared on his body, and his muscles and bones were broken, flying six or seven feet apart, then he fell to the ground, rolling his eyes, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose for a moment.
It will be impossible to wake up in a while.
Chu Yan looked at the other party and sneered: "The gap between nine thousand points and three thousand points, you know now."