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"3500 is 3,500 just because you said so. You don't need to draw a draft just for bragging."
Yan JunRui's gaze was as sharp as knives as he stared straight at that person. In that instant, that person was so intimidated that he couldn't say a single word.
"If I can get 3500 points, your life is mine. If I can't get it, I'll cut off my head and give it to you." Yan JunRui looked at his opponent, and said each word very clearly, "This bet, do you dare to fight with me?"
If he could even say these words, then he must be fully confident of these 3500 points and was determined to win.
"Three thousand and five hundred. Interesting." Seeing this scene, Chu Yan suddenly had a thought.
Chu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked towards the distant patch of grass.
On the lawn, the deacons of the sect that had been concealed by the array formation were having an intense discussion.
"It's Yan JunRui!" Why would Yan JunRui come to participate in the Grand Ceremony? "
"Before this, we haven't received any news at all!"
"With Yan JunRui here, we will definitely not leave empty-handed. Hahahaha!"
"What kind of joke is this!?" Yan JunRui is a disciple of our White Cloud Pavilion. "
"Stop messing around, we, the Empyrean Terminus Sect, have not asked for anything yet. What is your White Cloud Pavilion joining in for?"
"We must have him!"
"Yan JunRui of the Yan Clan, a famous young genius who has not been taken in by any sect, for him to come to this year's Hundred Gate disciple recruitment ceremony, isn't this just like hiding a piece of gold in a basin of sand?"
"Anyways, we have to decide on Yan JunRui!"
"Did you hear? He wants to get 3500 points!" I even dared to bet my life with someone else! "
"Good boy, you're quite ambitious!"
At this moment, among the chattering group of deacons, there was one person that Chu Yan recognized. It was Song Hua from the Mystic Moon Sect.
When he heard that the Yan Clan's Junli had also come to participate in the Hundred Gate disciple recruitment ceremony, his heart couldn't help but burn with passion.
In the Yunao Kingdom, the Yan Clan could definitely be considered as a clan with a bit of a reputation. It was not something that the families of Evergreen Town's Lin Clan could compare to in a small town like this.
As one of the top disciples of the younger generation of the Yan Clan, Yan JunRui had naturally been known as a genius since he was young.
However, because the Yan Clan was powerful and few sects would forcefully recruit disciples, Yan JunRui had yet to join any particular sect.
In fact, he felt like he was killing a chicken and using a bull knife this time. However, it could be seen that the purpose of the Yan Clan was to allow Yan JunRui to choose the sect he wanted to enter.
Thinking of this, Song Hua's thoughts became more active.
No matter what, if he could bring Yan JunRui into the Profound Moon Sect, then it would be a great achievement.
Moreover, Yan JunRui had a 99% chance of obtaining 3500 points like this, so it was definitely not a problem with the requirements. Right now, the problem was, as the deacon of the Mystic Moon Sect, what kind of condition could he come up with this time, that would be able to move the other party's heart and make him choose him?
Song Hua was thinking about how much benefits he could offer to attract Yan JunRui when his eyes suddenly lit up. He raised his head and his expression froze.
"Chu Yan?" He blinked and saw Chu Yan, who was walking toward the illusory magic array.
Song Hua's gaze immediately darkened, he shook his head: "In the end, you still came. But with your current condition, even if you get a good score, you still won't be able to enter the sect. After all, the sect needs stronger cultivators, not stronger warriors."
As if noticing Song Hua's gaze, a deacon from a nearby sect came over and smiled: "Deacon Song doesn't seem to be optimistic about that Chu Yan?"
Previously, when Chu Yan noticed the deacon's location, it caused a small discussion, so some of the deacons also put Chu Yan in their hearts and prepared to observe his performance.
And this deacon was one of those people who were interested in Chu Yan.
Song Hua hesitated and then said, "What a pity —"
"What a pity!" The deacon tilted his head and lowered his voice, "What does Deacon Song mean?"
He looked back at Chu Yan and saw that Young Fighters, the last batch of participants, was already sitting in the formation. He hesitated for a moment and then sighed: "Originally, this Chu Yan had hopes of entering my Mystic Moon Sect, but last month, an accident happened and all the meridians in his body have been broken."
"The Pulse Condensation succeeded?" What the deacon realized was clearly another point. He sucked in a breath of cold air and let out a cry of alarm.
Song Hua nodded.
"At sixteen, his Pulse Condensation had successfully stepped into the Pulse Condensation realm. He can indeed be considered a genius, but now … Are all your meridians really broken? " The deacon asked again, seemingly unwilling to give up.
"It's absolutely true. I tested it myself." Song Hua sighed, "If not, how could my Profound Moon Sect give up on him?"
The deacon's expression changed drastically. In the end, he returned to his original expression. He looked deeply at Chu Yan in the distance and began to talk: "What a pity."
"Yeah." Song Hua nodded.
If the meridians were completely broken, then it would mean that he would not be able to enter the Pulse Condensation realm.
Although there were medicinal pellets in this world that could reconstruct one's meridians, it was a complete waste for such a pellet to be used to restore a practitioner's Pulse Condensation.
This feeling was like using a miracle medicine to extend one's life to treat a small wound on the finger that had been cut by a blade. It was a question of whether it was worth it or not.
From this perspective, Chu Yan could indeed be considered to be completely disabled.
Since Chu Yan was a fighter that couldn't be promoted anymore, the foreman's attention was no longer on Chu Yan.
"Chu Yan, I know that you are unwilling. However, there are some things which, since it has already become a reality, letting nature take its course is the best way." Song Hua said in his heart as he looked at the distant Yan JunRui.
This was the genius he was aiming for this time.
And at this time, the final round of the Hundred Gates' disciple recruitment ceremony was about to begin.
Chu Yan was currently sitting cross-legged in the middle of the formation. Perhaps others might not feel it, but he could clearly feel that slivers of spiritual energy were coming out of the formation and entering his body.
It was as if his body was being pulled into a certain state.
He didn't know whether it was a coincidence or not, but at this moment, Chu Yan raised his head and realized that Yan JunRui was less than ten feet away from him.
Chu Yan was in the eighth region while Yan JunRui was in the ninth. The two of them were not far apart, and because they were sitting together, they were facing each other.
However, it was very clear that Yan JunRui did not have the slightest interest in Chu Yan, this "Trash that will never achieve 2,000 points in his entire life". After sitting down cross-legged, he closed his eyes with a haughty sneer on his face.
Seeing this, Chu Yan also took a deep breath, calmed himself down and closed his eyes.
The next moment, Chu Yan felt that the spiritual energy beneath his body seemed to have turned into a big hand, grabbing him from the ground and flying him into the air.