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The silhouette of the burning Tianning in the sky laughed as he stroked his white beard. With a satisfied expression, he said, "All of you are elites. Please continue with the next round of the examination."

There were actually more tests going on, one after another. Each round would be even more terrifying than the previous round. However, there was nothing he could do now. He could only brace himself and go up.

"Very good! I can see the fighting spirit in your eyes. There are only thirteen people left in the next round of the assessment.

With a smile on his face, Burning Sky Ning slowly disappeared into the sky, leaving behind twenty-five silhouettes.

Of these twenty-five figures, thirteen were rogue cultivators, and twelve were disciples of the younger generation. The two of them seemed to be competing with each other, and he himself could be considered one of the rogue cultivators.

When Burning Sky Ning left, the crowd returned to normal. Slowly, everyone could feel the stone pillars beneath their feet slowly approaching. This was the final thirteen people to be decided.

Without a doubt, this moving stone pillar was there to test his combat strength. Lin Hu's eyes narrowed slightly as he witnessed this scene. If what he thought was true, then he would undoubtedly be defeated when these people attacked him.

Fortunately, their thoughts weren't so bad. The stone pillars below the stage had already stopped moving. The stone platform began to move once more, gradually moving away from the crowd.

After everyone gathered at a distance of a thousand meters, they stopped. Lin Hu, who was standing on top of the stone pillar, looked at the two approaching stone pillars, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"This old man's inheritor strength is naturally not too good. It depends on your luck, the remaining thirteen people will pass the assessment!"

The voice from Burning Heaven Ning caused everyone to swallow a mouthful of saliva. This senior of Burning Heaven Ning's had chosen a successor with the true nature of Buddha. He had chosen to do so based on his own preferences.

This also meant that after the battles of the twenty-five people, as long as thirteen people remained, they would be able to enter the final discussion. Then, one of them would be left empty-handed.

One of the two people was from the Tiger Mountain Family. Their aura was at the ninth level of the Martial Spirit Realm, and the other rogue cultivator was at the tenth level of the Martial Spirit Realm.

The aura of the rogue cultivator far surpassed the young disciple of the Hu Shan Clan. However, there was no fear in his eyes as he arrogantly approached the rogue cultivator with his arms crossed.

When the two approached each other, the two people's fight broke out in an instant. The Tiger Mountain Family member's martial soul seemed to be a tiger, and this tiger had wings growing from its ears. It was called a Winged Tiger.

With the enhancement of the beast martial spirit, the Hu Shan Family's people loudly shouted: "Fierce Tiger Descends!"

"Roar!"

The palm wind that he was waving was like a fierce tiger's roar. The roar was so loud that the rogue cultivator did not seem to be willing to be outdone. He raised the crescent moon blade in his hand and slashed forward.

"Soaring Moon!"

With a light shout, the man's palm wind was cut off, but there was no panic on his face, "The evil tiger pounced on the sheep!"

Like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, he pounced down the stone pillar in one breath. The ferocious tiger that was over ten meters tall pushed the rogue cultivator down to the ground.

Blood splattered in all directions. Before the Martial Spirit could bloom, it had died. Indeed, the disciples' foundations were not ordinary. When facing a Martial Spirit Stage Level 10 rogue cultivator, they did not use too much power.

With the death of this person, this Hu Shan returned to his original position with his arms crossed, his eyes full of confidence.

The two figures approached each other once more. One of them was from the Broken Moon family, the other one was from the young man wielding the spear. The young man's eyes were emotionless. The sharpness in them caused Lin Hu's heart to skip a beat.

This person was not simple. Although he only had a cultivation of the eighth level of the Martial Spirit Stage, his confident gaze made the surrounding people secretly nod.

On the other hand, the members of the Broken Moon Clan, who were at the ninth level of the Martial Spirit Realm, had expressions of disdain in their eyes when facing this young man.

A haughty look filled his eyes, as he continued to ignore the sharp gaze of the youth.

"Begin!" You make the first move. "

The man from the Broken Moon Family approached him with a scimitar in his hand and a playful smile on his face.

After hearing what he said, the sharp-eyed young man looked on with a calm expression. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the spear stabbed forward with lightning speed.

In a short moment, it pierced through the Qi field of this Moon Breaker, pulling out the spear. The long spear swept the head of the Moon Breaker with a look of shock on his face, his eyes still containing a look of shock.2

He died so quickly, so quickly that he didn't even have time to react. Not only was the party in question shocked, everyone else in the crowd was shocked as well. Lin Hua finally calmed down.

That person was definitely very strong, and the indomitable gaze in his eyes deeply attracted his gaze.

With the death of the Broken Moon Family members, the surrounding people no longer looked down on them. They went all out against the rogue cultivators, and the battles that followed showed just how strong the rogue cultivators were.

Even though these rogue cultivators were older than them, they had already practiced for many years, so their foundation was much more solid than theirs. Thus, they had an exhausted look when they fought.

Every time Lin Hua fought, he would always be the one in the air, it seemed that he was very lucky, to actually be able to get free. After he had finished thinking, the rectangular stone pillar started to slowly float up.

He looked ahead and discovered that it was someone from the Mi Guan Clan. Judging from his cultivation base, he was at the ninth level of the Spirit realm. He would be able to fight against this person without using his Martial Spirit.

Lin Hu, who had pulled out his old stick, smiled at the man from the Mi Guan Family. When he realized that the man had not moved, he closed his eyes.

There was a smile on his face and his mind was in a daze. The surroundings seemed to have turned into a world of birdsong and fragrant flowers.

In front of him, stood a beautiful figure that one would think of day and night. Lin Hu had a look of longing on his face as he roared out in grief and indignation.

"Damn it!" "Damn it!"

The shout reverberated throughout the entire space. The person in front of him seemed to have been hit by a trick as a playful voice sounded out, "Die in your miserable past, die in your dreams! "Hahaha."

The surrounding people were also delighted. It seemed like this guy had been tricked. The stranger's eyes were filled with disdain as he said, "With just this little strength, he dares to oppose me!"

The young man from the Mizar Family was stunned. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and the same went for the rest. His eyes, which were staring straight at him, were filled with calmness.

This calm expression was filled with an extremely strong killing intent. The roaring youth wielded the golden iron rod in his hand and directly smashed it towards himself. A heavy and overbearing Martial Qi was released from his body.

"Damn it! It is obvious that you are at the fourth level of the Martial Spirit Stage, why is your martial aura so overbearing and heavy! "

Narrowing his eyes, he looked warily at the charging figure, "How did you escape from my illusions!"

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