C181 I Am Not Convinced
C181 I Am Not Convinced
"Yes, indeed." Facing the passionate and questioning gazes of the foremen, Chu Yan's eyes were clear.
Being surrounded by so many deacons who suddenly rushed out, Chu Yan was already prepared for it, so he was not flustered at all.
"Before this year's Hundred Gate disciple recruitment ceremony, I did encounter a small accident that caused my meridians to shatter." Chu Yan told him the truth, "But I did not give up, I persevered and trained everyday, the Emperor was not ungrateful, I finally recovered my meridians a few days before the ceremony."
"Then may I ask if we can test it?" A deacon asked.
This was no trivial matter, and they had to be certain of it.
"No problem." Chu Yan nodded.
He extended his arm, and in that instant, several deacons present put their fingers on Chu Yan's arm.
The scene instantly quietened down, and everyone's gazes concentrated on Chu Yan.
Especially the group of Young Fighters s, their mouths were wide open and their eyes were as wide as eggs.
Just a moment ago, they heard that Chu Yan had advanced into the Pulse Condensation Stage.
This was a sixteen-year-old cultivator!
As for these people, they were only warriors of the fourth stage, who were only around Stage Three of Genuine Force.
Competing with someone was truly infuriating!
Originally, these Young Fighters s were all very envious and jealous of Chu Yan, because he was favored by these clan deacons.
But now, all they could do was envy. As for the feeling of jealousy, they didn't dare to have any.
There was no helping it, this was a cultivator, and compared to a martial artist, he was much stronger.
These foremen checked and confirmed that Chu Yan's meridians were completely fine.
Not only that, they had also discovered that Chu Yan's meridian channels were much more tenacious than an ordinary cultivator's meridian channels.
The deacons responsible for the inspection were currently trembling with excitement.
"There's no problem, Chu Yan is indeed a cultivator …"
After one of the deacons announced this, before he could finish his words, the scene suddenly became as if hot water had been poured over it. It was as if it was about to explode.
"Chu Yan! On behalf of the Seven Ultimate Martial School, I would like to extend the most sincere invitation to you! "
"Chu Yan! The Snow Brothel is the most suitable sect for you, and I can guarantee that once you choose the Snow Listening Pavilion, there will be an elder who will take you in as a direct disciple immediately! "
"Our Non-Phase Sect will strongly support you. Chu Yan, choose our Non-Phase Sect!"
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After the foremen confirmed that Chu Yan's meridians were unharmed and that his Pulse Condensation Stage was genuine, they all acted as if they had been injected with chicken blood as they shouted loudly and threw out the best conditions they could give to lure Chu Yan.
Honestly speaking, even if Chu Yan did not achieve an extremely shocking result today, just based on his cultivation level, it was enough for these sects to smash their brains out and want to snatch him away.
A sixteen year old Pulse Condensation Period Cultivator, in any of the sects in the Yunao Kingdom, was a rare genius!
The surrounding Young Fighters s were all dumbstruck. They looked at the group of deacons who were normally high and mighty gathered in front of Chu Yan with smiles on their faces, pulling Chu Yan over.
It had to be known that under normal circumstances, these deacons wouldn't be so amiable even when facing the clan leaders of the Young Fighters s' families.
However, there was one person in the crowd who felt his entire body turning ice-cold. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper.
This person was Yan JunRui.
Not long ago, he was the focus of everyone's attention and was sought after by countless people.
But now, everything had changed.
In Yan JunRui's opinion, Chu Yan had stolen the attention of everyone.
At this moment, he was being pursued and surrounded in the middle. The one who had been robbed by the various sects should be him.
"This bastard. You stole away the attention that should have belonged to me …" "I will definitely not let you off …"
Yan JunRui clenched his teeth, and suddenly walked towards Chu Yan.
"I refuse to accept this!"
At this time, Yan JunRui's shrill scream suddenly silenced the crowd.
Seizing this opportunity, Yan JunRui's face twisted as he pointed towards Chu Yan, "I don't believe that you can get more than 9000 points. There must be a problem with the Void Spirit Tablet! I refuse to accept this! I want to compete with you! "
Looking at how Yan JunRui was frowning and baring his fangs and brandishing his claws, Chu Yan was not very willing to make a fuss about it with him.
After all, Chu Yan's intelligence was much more mature than Yan Junli's.
He had already successfully received invitations from many sects to prove himself, so there was no need to accept the doubts of other martial artists.
If there was anyone who questioned him, he would have to respond to them. Then, he might just die of exhaustion.
So at this time, Chu Yan did not bother with Yan JunRui.
In the end, who knew that Chu Yan's performance, in the eyes of Yan Jun, turned into a thorough escape and a guilty conscience.
Yan JunRui immediately proved that Chu Yan was hiding something in his heart.
He never believed that Chu Yan could get 9000 points in the first place, but now that he saw Chu Yan's performance, he immediately became angry.
"If you don't dare to respond, then I'll force you to! I want you to show your true form! " Yan JunRui let out a long hiss. With a flick of his wrist, a longsword immediately slipped out of his sleeve and into his hand, as he suddenly thrust it towards Chu Yan.
"Cold Light Shadow Splitting Sword!"
Under everyone's gaze, he ruthlessly thrusted his sword towards Chu Yan's back.
"You're courting death!"
Feeling the cold air pressing against his back, Chu Yan's brows knitted together immediately. Deep within his eyes, a cold light exploded out, and in a flash, it turned into snow that filled the sky, and covered his eyes.
Initially, he had no intentions of bickering with Yan JunRui. But now, his opponent had actually launched a sneak attack. Not only that, his first attack was aimed at his own life.
"Who do you think you are to challenge me!"
With a furious roar, Chu Yan turned and grabbed his sword. With a kacha sound, a sharp sword twisted into a fried dough twist.
Right now, Yan JunRui was completely stupefied by what he was seeing.
The longsword in his hand was bestowed to him by the elders of the clan, and it was one of the things he was confident of participating in this year's Hundred Gate disciple recruitment ceremony.
But now, even his hands were unable to cut through it.
Yan JunRui's thoughts also stopped at this moment.
Chu Yan took a step forward, and the sound of his step breaking through the air was like rolling thunder smashing the ground, loudly rushing forward.
"Dark Eight Desolations Fist!"
RUU!
In the air, the shadows of fists were flying everywhere.
Chu Yan's every punch was like a battle drum, ruthlessly smashing onto the hearts of everyone present.
The weaker Young Fighters s now had pale faces and weak knees, falling to the ground.
Yan JunRui only had enough time to let out a blood-curdling screech before his body was sent soaring into the air, his throat filled with gushing blood, and he was sent flying like a kite with its string cut.
Several deep depressions appeared on his body. His muscles and bones were broken and he was sent flying several meters away before he finally fell to the ground. He rolled his eyes and blood flowed out of his mouth and nose.
Chu Yan looked at his opponent and laughed coldly, "Do you understand the difference between nine thousand and three thousand points now?"