Volume 2 Chapter 27 Fifth Day, Niu Zi Han

  Wen Ya's chest heaved slightly with the rhythm, time slowly retreated, and a faint purple gas seeped into his body through his nostrils.

  In the seemingly endless cultivation, the fluffy 'Lotus Witch Power' in his body had a subtle and almost imperceptible growth. Washing over his bones, nourishing his meridians......, Wen Ya's face also seemed to reveal an increasingly warm and jade-like evil aura at this moment!

  ……

  When the bright moon slants to the west, and the east turns faintly white, the purple hairs all over Wen Ya's body slowly settle down and disappear into his skin.

  The eyelashes blinked slightly, and the sharp light flashed by, the dark and deep pupils suddenly opened!

  "Ah!" A low, fine, long hiss, slowly expelling the turbid air that had accumulated in his chest. Wen Ya stood up, stretching his entire body's muscles and bones with abandon. The "creaking" sound of his skeleton trembling seemed as if it would shatter completely at any moment.

  With a spirited glint in his eye, he sensed the increasingly abundant vital energy and blood within him. Wen Ya muttered to himself: "At this rate, I'm afraid it will take another two or three months for me to completely break through the foundation period and enter the true realm of cultivation..."

  She adjusted her clothes and pushed open the tightly closed door, walking straight out.

  A gust of cold wind blew in from the east, and the bright red sun dyed the entire sky with a warm and gentle glow that spread across the heavens!

  ……

  After a simple wash on the mountain, Wen Ya joined Mo Yunzi and Chuan Lihai, among others, and together they descended from Diaofeng Peak, then headed to the performance venue for the Neizong selection.

  Now Wen Ya is absolutely the most focused person among the outer disciples of Yanhuang, having gone through several arena battles in a row, and no one has been able to last ten moves in his hands. Especially in the battle with Xue Yulong, the Wind Slashing Knife, after being spread and embellished by many people who were present at the time, it caused quite a stir among the outer disciples of Yanhuang.

  Under the scorching and strange gaze, Wen Ya remained expressionless. The group of people whispered and laughed as they walked back into the bustling martial arts arena.

  At this time, in the midst of a bustling life, the fifth day's internal selection examination once again opened its curtains!

  "After the initial assessment of these past few days, more than 700 participating disciples are now narrowed down to 59. They are all exceptional outer sect disciples from various mountain peaks with impressive abilities. According to the rules, by the end of today, only 13 disciples will ultimately enter the final round and have the opportunity to become new inner sect disciples of the Quan Zhen Sect, receiving true Taoist teachings!"

  The murmurs and shouts in the martial arts arena gradually subsided with the sound of the judges' voices on the platform, and the middle-aged man who was speaking looked around again and said loudly.

  "Alright, the assessment time is up, and the arena battle officially begins. All participants are ready, and if they exceed the stage time, they will be immediately disqualified and bear the consequences themselves." The middle-aged judge stopped nagging and re-introduced the rules of the competition before formally announcing the start of the match.

  "Traveling to Mount Du, Zheng Tiecheng!"

  "Mighty Peak, Yang Ji!"

  As soon as the voice on the judge's seat fell, two figures that had been ready on the stage suddenly launched a full-force attack on each other.

  Both were elite disciples of the outer sect, with considerable strength. Their shadows intersected and flashed by, accompanied by intense crashing sounds, as explosive bursts of energy erupted on the stage one after another.

  It was just an instant, the entire arena was filled with a vast expanse of fists and palms, the shrill aura howled and tore, containing a suffocating danger.

  A fierce and intense battle, attracting the attention of most spectators outside the field, bursting into wave after wave of cheers, applause like a tidal wave, one wave higher than another.

  At this moment, Zheng Ticheng's palm caught a gap in Yang Jie's movement and instantly locked his wrist. The speed was as fast as lightning, leaving no time for reaction. A clean and swift turn of the shoulder sent him flying out, causing the crowd outside to gasp in shock.

  Zheng Tiesheng's speed at this moment was simply too fast, as if the action had just started, and in the next second it was already completed.

  Everyone only saw him grab Yang Ji's wrist, and in the blink of an eye, with a loud "Boom!", Yang Ji had already smashed into the ground several meters away.

  "Yu Duofeng, Zheng Tiesheng, wins." A voice sounded from the judges' table.

  "Wow, you're so impressive! You actually defeated a shampoo period opponent in such a short amount of time."

  "Hmm, and his battle skills are quite strong too."

  "You haven't seen the match from five days ago, it was just one move... That's what I call a brilliant and beautiful game."

  ……

  In the midst of the surrounding hubbub and chatter, time slowly moved backwards, and intense battles flashed by like a fleeting glimpse.

  "Le Raofeng, Zhao Ziyue Sheng!"

  As the judge announced another victory on the judging table, a seriously injured and a slightly injured outer door disciple were supported down from the martial arts arena.

  At this time, all the matches have also gradually approached the end.

  "Round 43: Miao Qifeng vs Niu Zihan..."

  "Taiwan's Wuyi Peak."

  One of the judges slowly stood up, his eyes scanning the scene before him, and finally declared in a loud voice.

  The voices on the viewing platform had not yet fallen, and the originally noisy martial arts arena suddenly fell silent for a moment. Immediately afterwards, everyone's gaze was focused on the purple-clothed youth who had already floated onto the stage, with all sorts of meanings in their eyes!

  At this time, standing opposite Wen Ya was a sturdy young man who looked like a head of cattle, with a height of about 2.2 or 2.3 meters. His dark hair was shaved on both sides, and only the middle part was combed into a strange ponytail. He had a bare upper body, his skin was a very healthy ancient copper color, and his muscles were extremely developed, bulging out.

  His physique is extremely robust, his appearance is rough and rugged, one arm is almost as thick as Wen Ya's thigh, looking very oppressive, at a glance it can be seen that he is the kind of person born with divine strength.

  "You're Wen Ya? I've heard you're very strong, but I don't quite believe it. I wonder how many moves of mine your small body can withstand." Niu Zi Han's legs spread wide apart, and the ground inside the martial arts arena suddenly shook with two loud "rumbles", violently shaking several times.

  Upon hearing this slightly provocative remark, Wen Ya still had a smiling face. He glanced at the extremely strong young man in front of him and said.

  "But you've just broken through the blood exchange period, Big Dumb Cow, do you think you can defeat me?!"

  His voice was warm and gentle, like the mist that shrouded the Zhongnan Mountains all year round, without a hint of smoke or fire, but every word was like a heavy hammer, striking heavily on the hearts of all the outer disciples present.