Chapter 81: Easy Promotion (Part 1)

  There is still one more thing behind.

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  Time flies, and before you know it, the day of the big fight has arrived.

  "Little brother, what number did you draw?"

  Liu Yishan walked to Yi Feng's side with a triumphant look on his face, pinching a white ball between his fingers, with the character "eight" written in bold letters on it. According to the rules, he was supposed to compete against the seventh contestant, who had only reached the intermediate stage of fusion, and if nothing unexpected happened, Liu Yishan could easily advance to the next round.

  "Haha, little brother's luck isn't bad either, drew the number sixty-six." Yi Feng smiled and replied, this number, coming from Earth, he naturally liked very much.

  "Oh? I just looked at the list, and number sixty-five is actually Qi Shi Di, who has just reached the initial stage of Golden Elixir cultivation. I don't even dare to say that I can beat him, so be careful, little brother! A person's luck won't always be this good."

  Liu Yishan reminded him with ill intentions and then hummed a little tune as he walked away.

  "Pfft! What business of yours is it, anyway? You think you're worthy of knowing my affairs?" Yi Feng spat out a mouthful of saliva in Liu Yishan's direction before heading towards the temporary residence arranged by the sect.

  This time, the sect arranged accommodations for each participating disciple at Yunfu Dao Temple. Disciples of the same lineage mostly lived together and were taken care of by their seniors. As for Yifeng's lineage, they were in charge of his senior fellow apprentice, Xingyuzi.

  When he arrived at his residence, Liu Yishan, Zhao Gang and Lu Changfeng were all there. The three of them again "reminded" Yi Feng in a veiled way, as if Yi Feng was about to face great danger in the first round.

  It seems that the heavens have grown tired of teasing Xing Chenzi's three older disciples, and instead let all three of them draw a fusion period opponent in the same school competition, where everyone can easily advance, but Yi Feng just so happens to encounter a fellow disciple who is evenly matched with him in terms of cultivation.

  Why does everyone seem to look down on themselves? After Xing Yuzi's explanation, Yi Feng finally understood: It turned out that his opponent, Ji Changping, was a young disciple of the Palm Gate sect, who had entered the Golden Elixir initial stage for nearly a hundred years and was about to break through to the middle stage. Moreover, disciples of the Palm Gate sect usually have good magical artifacts and many mid-level spiritual symbols when participating in the martial arts competition, and almost no one among their peers can defeat them.

  Yi Feng couldn't help but laugh to himself, these people are just like they were in his past life. They often don't think others can do something if they themselves can't, and if someone really does manage to do it, they'll probably think that person is either cheating or just got lucky.

  The night was uneventful, and on the second day, just as the sky was brightening, a long, clear, and crisp bell sound rang out from Yunfudao Temple.

  This was the starting bell of the competition, and it also signified that the martial arts tournament had officially begun. Many disciples woke up from their meditation, checked their storage bags one after another, and then headed to their respective arenas.

  There were a hundred disciples participating in the competition, paired up into fifty groups of two. However, there were only ten arenas for them to fight in, so the first day's matches would be divided into five batches. Yi Feng was scheduled to compete in the third batch, while his three senior brothers, who had drawn earlier numbers, would all be competing in the first batch.

  Yi Feng had nothing to do, so he came alone to the edge of Master Brother Lu Changfeng's martial arts arena.

  At this time, Lu Changfeng was wearing a white outfit like snow, standing proudly on the stage, looking very elegant and composed. The expression on his face was also very relaxed, with an air of arrogance that made Yi Feng feel a little disdainful, but indeed filled people with confidence in him.

  Across from Lu Changfeng stood a young disciple, looking nervous and anxious, appearing to be only 14 or 15 years old. It was probably his first time participating in such a martial arts tournament. The calmer Lu Changfeng seemed, the more psychologically tense he became.

  Yi Feng silently shook his head. Such a young disciple was typical of those who had never experienced the baptism of bloodshed, even more inexperienced than himself.