Seven years later.
The annual selection of new disciples was held as scheduled.
On the ring, two disciples fought hard and refused to give in to each other, and the disciples watching below cheered and applauded.
During the fight, the disciple who originally had the upper hand on the ring seemed to suddenly lose his strength, and his body tilted and fell to the ground.
"What's going on?"
"Weren't we fighting well just now? How come we're suddenly at a disadvantage?!"
The disciples watching were surprised and sighed.
"Stop it!"
After a shout, the area around the ring instantly became quiet.
The crowd dispersed, and a woman in red gauze walked through the crowd and stepped onto the steps of the arena with light steps.
The woman had a graceful waist and skin as white as snow. Her small face, the size of a palm, was looking coldly at the two people on the ring. Her eyebrows were picturesque and her pupils were clear and bright.
The disciples below the stage were whispering to each other, not knowing what had happened.
"Who is this person?"
"You don't even recognize her? She's Yan Ying, Senior Sister Yan, the sect master's last disciple!"
"Senior Sister Yan? Senior Sister Yan with the Nascent Soul Stage Thunder Spiritual Root?!"
"Alas, if she hadn't participated in the last sect competition, how could Yuan Huizong have become the number one sect in the world?"
"Don't worry, her name is known throughout the Nine Provinces now. Senior Sister Yan will definitely be present at this year's sect competition."
Yan Ying pursed her red lips slightly, and looked at the two people on the stage with her clear and bright eyes.
"Take it out."
The disciples on the ring did not make any movement, as if they did not understand Yan Ying's words.
Yan Ying was playing with Qingli, which was shaped like a thin stick, in her hand. She raised her eyebrows and looked coldly at the disciple in front of her.
The disciple lowered his head as if feeling guilty and remained silent.
"Why, do you want me to help you take that thing out?" Yan Ying said lightly, her sweet and soft voice full of threats.
"How dare you resort to such tactics right under my nose? Do you take the Guiyun Sect's rules seriously?"
The disciples watching were talking about it and guessed that someone was cheating.
This cheating disciple is really blind. He actually dares to use tricks in front of Senior Sister Yan.
This kind of thing always happens in every disciple selection, and every time Senior Sister Yan will take action to stop it and never tolerate it.
"I'm sorry, I... I was wrong." Knowing he was in the wrong, the disciple lowered his head to apologize and hurriedly ran off the stage.
Seeing the man running away, Yan Ying snorted coldly and said to another disciple on the stage, "He used a spiritual weapon, which counts as a foul. You win this competition."
"Thank you, Senior Sister!"
Yan Ying nodded, picked up her red gauze skirt, turned around and left the stage.
"Auntie, it's a good thing you have sharp eyes, otherwise this kid almost took advantage of the opportunity." Wu Bai came towards her in a gray robe. He was tall and looked at Yan Ying with a bright smile.
Yan Ying looked at Wu Bai, who was a head taller than her, and thought to herself that this kid must have eaten a lot of good food over the years.
"I'll have someone expel him in a moment. It's better not to have such an outer disciple with evil intentions." Wu Bai sighed.
In a blink of an eye, it has been seven years since he entered the inner gate.
When he first participated in the disciple selection, he was threatened and almost lost his chance to practice. If it weren't for Yan Ying, he would probably not have been able to enter the inner sect until now.
"Well, even if he is lucky enough to enter the sect by this means, there is no future for him to take shortcuts in cultivation." Yan Ying opened her red lips and nodded.
Such a disciple with evil intentions cannot be kept.
Wu Bai looked at Yan Ying. She was wearing a red dress that made her skin glow whitely. It was obviously a cliché outfit, but her delicate little face was pure and elegant.
Wu Bai turned her head and coughed lightly. Her aunt has become more and more beautiful over the years.
"By the way, has sister returned to the sect today?" Yan Ying asked softly.
"No." Wu Bai shook his head.
"Junior sister, how did the competition go?" Wu Lin, dressed in green, walked towards the two of them, waving a black and gold fan.
"There's nothing wrong. It will be over in half an hour." Yan Ying replied.
Now she is in charge of the selection of disciples in the sect.
"Junior sister, how are your preparations for the sect competition in two months?" Wu Lin said with a smile.
Yan Ying did not participate in the sect competition five years ago.
Five years ago, Yan Ying's cultivation had already reached the level of spiritual silence, but for some reason her master did not allow her to participate in the sect competition.
"What do we need to prepare?" Yan Ying asked puzzledly.
Isn't the sect competition just a competition? She didn't need to prepare anything. She had already mastered the lightning attack techniques very well. As long as her opponent was not at the level of Out-of-Body, she would be sure to win.
"Junior sister, you can't underestimate the enemy." Wu Lin said softly.
Although he knew that Yan Ying had the capital to underestimate her enemy, she was only twenty years old this year, but her cultivation was almost the same as his, which made him, her senior brother, feel ashamed.
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