This cultivation world was never serious from the start.

Not only Su Zhe, but Zhang Haizhu and the other new disciples next to him also stared wide-eyed.

"Danfeng can do this?" Zhang Haizhu's mouth gaped open, almost big enough to fit an egg.

"You didn't know you'd been faking accidents in Tianwen City for so long?" Su Zhe was dumbfounded.

He's an outsider, how would he know that the cultivation world is like this!

"I've seen a lot in my life, but I've never encountered anything like this before," Zhang Haizhu said, shaking his head slightly, his face full of amazement.

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"Very good! It seems that Chen Feng, the new disciple of Sword Peak, has been intimidated by Qing Huan's methods from Pill Peak!"

"That's right! As everyone knows, alchemists have almost no combat methods and can only rely on connections to recruit people for battle! But unexpectedly, Junior Sister Qinghuan's methods are quite extraordinary. She just joined the Pill Peak and managed to get an ancient brute force in the late Qi Refining stage to owe her a favor and fight for her!"

"The innate sword bone meets the Primordial Wild Bull, renowned for its physical prowess! Who will prevail?"

On the judges' panel, senior disciples from various peaks were explaining the battle.

  

Su Zhe had long heard that alchemists in the cultivation world were the most well-connected, but he never expected that their connections were so extensive!

"Look! Junior Sister Qinghuan is commanding the Primordial Wild Bull to charge!"

"The Primordial Wild Bull at the Qi Refining stage has already begun to awaken its bloodline power. Its full-force charge exceeds a thousand jin! Comparable to a peak Qi Refining cultivator! Can Chen Feng, with his innate sword bones, withstand this attack?"

"Chen Feng moved! This sword finger strike! It's the One Sword Returns to its Origin! But why isn't Chen Feng's sword moving?"

"Look! Senior Brother Jianfeng's sword sheath is flying over! The wild bull has crashed into Senior Brother Jianfeng's sword sheath!"

"To use a Qi Refining cultivation level to directly confront a sword sheath at the Nascent Soul stage! The Primordial Wild Bull Clan truly lives up to their reputation for being incredibly reckless!"

Just as Su Zhe was enjoying the battle, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Senior Brother Jianfeng in the corner of his eye.

When Chen Feng called the sword sheath away, he was shocked and quickly wrapped the longsword inside his robe, as if afraid that the sword would be exposed to the light.

"As expected of a sword cultivator, he cares so much about his sword." Su Zhe couldn't help but sigh.

In the center of the square, the competition has ended.

Anyone with a brain could have fought for a while longer, but the Primordial Rambow Bull was brainless and just kept charging forward, which led to it running into the combined magical artifact.

The bull's horns shattered on the spot. If it weren't for the timely intervention of the Enforcement Immortal Master Chang Yin, the bull would have been seriously injured and bleeding profusely.

"I lost." Qinghuan decisively admitted defeat.

The helper she had summoned lost; as an alchemist, she had almost no fighting ability, and she really didn't know how she could win against a sword cultivator.

Chen Feng won the match easily.

Back beside Su Zhe, Chen Feng smiled confidently and gave Su Zhe a high five.

The second match was between two other disciples. It was a fairly standard match between two novices, a close and evenly matched contest, but it wasn't very entertaining and there were no particularly outstanding moments.

Until the fourth game.

Zhang Haizhu is on stage!

As the disciple of the Second Elder of Ze Peak, his opponent is the disciple of the Eighth Elder of Qi Peak.

"The Eighth Elder is actually the master of the Weapon Peak?" Su Zhe was shocked.

"Yeah, didn't you know?" Chen Feng asked curiously.

Su Zhe shook his head; he really didn't know.

His only impression of the mysterious Eighth Elder was that the sect was very "harmonious".

The portrait, wreaths, and offering table for his master were all arranged by that Eighth Elder, so much so that Su Zhe still occasionally looks forward to his master appearing in his dreams.

The disciple of Qifeng was named Cheng Daqi. He was a short, stout male disciple with a wooden box slung across his body, and his attire made him look like a barefoot doctor.

Zhang Haizhu walked onto the arena with his hands behind his back and his back hunched. He narrowed his eyes and looked Cheng Daqi up and down. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Young man, you should admit defeat. I have a top-grade water elemental root, which is naturally able to counter your fire elemental root."

"I...no...I won't admit defeat..." Cheng Daqi began, his voice stammering, which made him seem even more honest and simple.

"In that case, I'll let you make the first move," Zhang Haizhu said, displaying the demeanor of a senior brother.

Cheng Daqi nodded, "Thank...thank you, senior brother..."

He slapped the broken wooden box, and a beam of cold light shot out, heading straight for Zhang Haizhu's chest.

"The disciples of Weapon Peak are as steady as ever, using their treasure chests to pave the way and their weapons to wear down their opponents."

On the judges' panel, Senior Brother Zefeng spoke, his voice filled with emotion.

"Ze Feng's new disciple is quite something; he used water magic... Wait! Why did he jump up?!"

"Damn it! The attack from the Weapon Peak disciple hit his knee!"

"Ze Feng's disciple has fallen to the ground!"

On the ring, Zhang Haizhu lay down in pain, clutching his genitals.

"Ouch! My leg! You've ruined it! You have to take responsibility!"

Zhang Haizhu clutched the bellows and wailed in pain.

On the judges' panel, the senior member of the Enforcement Hall looked at Zhang Haizhu with a dark expression.

In the center of the arena, Cheng Daqi stood there helplessly, his pleading gaze sweeping around before finally settling on Senior Brother Danfeng.

"One hundred..." Senior Brother Danfeng's eyes lit up and he subconsciously spoke, but then he noticed Chang Yin staring at him from the side and quickly stopped talking.

"Ahem, the competition is not over yet." Senior Brother Danfeng straightened his expression and said thoughtfully.

"My leg hurts so much..." Zhang Haizhu was still rolling around, clutching his leg.

Su Zhe and Chen Feng quietly moved to another spot to avoid being seen standing with Zhang Haizhu later.

"I...I...I give up...Senior brother, please...please save him..."

Cheng Daqi spoke, still stammering, his face filled with anxiety.

The senior brothers from Qifeng covered their heads, while the senior brothers from Zefeng covered their faces.

Senior Brother Danfeng's eyes lit up, and he took a step and appeared on the arena. He raised his hand and stuffed a pill into Zhang Haizhu's mouth.

"One hundred spirit stones!" Danfeng's senior brother, Bai Yi, stretched out his hand.

Zhang Haizhu tried to speak, but found that he couldn't move his entire body, and couldn't even make a terrified expression.

"Don't worry, you took a calming pill, it will make you feel no pain," Bai Yi patted Zhang Haizhu on the shoulder to comfort him.

After the fourth match, Zhang Haizhu became one of the advancing contestants.

However, he was unable to move after taking the elixir, which stopped him in the first round, and he barely made it into the top seven.

After a morning of competition, the final three winners were determined.

They are Chen Feng from the third peak, Sword Peak; Yun Shuiyao from the sixth peak, Technique Peak; and Duanmu Yan, a new disciple of the Enforcement Hall.

Su Zhe had a bye for two games, and as soon as he entered the game, he had to face Yun Shuiyao, the genius girl from Shufeng.

"Since Senior Brother Su possesses an indestructible golden body, he cannot cultivate magic. I actually benefited from this match."

On the stage, the graceful Yun Shuiyao bowed gently, her face bearing a smile as soft as spring water.

"You know quite a lot," Su Zhe said, somewhat surprised.

"I come from Yunmengze, the ancestral home of the Chu royal family," Yun Shuiyao said softly.

Su Zhe suddenly realized, "So it's the State of Chu!"

Have not heard.

"Then what are you doing at the Heavenly Inquiry Sect?" Su Zhe couldn't help but ask.

"Although the Chu Kingdom has a vast territory, it is not as powerful as the Tianwen Sect. I would appreciate guidance from Senior Brother Su," Yun Shuiyao said softly.

Su Zhe nodded, then held out his hand in a gesture of grasping. "Give me the gun!"

Below the arena, Chen Feng, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately used his sword control technique to stuff Su Zhe's weapon into Su Zhe's hand.

"How delightful!"

Su Zhe gave a light shout, holding his spear horizontally in front of him. Several strangely shaped alloy pieces wrapped around spirit stones on the spearhead were particularly eye-catching.