C17 Accident

"How is this possible? Why isn't Chu Xingyu dead?"

Lin Boliang's eyes revealed a trace of disbelief.

After entering the Kunlin Mountain, he was still being chased by hundreds of cultivating warriors. How could he still be alive?

"This kid was saved by the Chu Clan's Great Elder, Chu Jintian."

The Lin Clan's Great Elder's eyes darkened.

Even if Chu Jintian turned into ashes, he would still recognize him.

"That's right. This trash's Martial Spirit Bone has been plucked, and his cultivation base has fallen. How could he possibly survive the pursuit of hundreds of cultivating warriors? It must be Chu Jintian who saved him in Kunlin Mountain."

"This trash's luck is really good."

"Dammit! He killed my second young master, and he still dares to appear here. Does he not want to live anymore?"

The people of Lin Clan were all rubbing their fists and gritting their teeth at Chu Xingyu.

"You still dare to show yourself? What are you doing here?"

Lin Boliang asked. His eyes were burning with anger.

"Didn't I tell you clearly a month ago? Or do you think the handwriting on Lin Sanchi's face is unclear?"

Chu Xingyu's indifferent face revealed a surprised expression.

A month ago, Chu Xingyu cut off the head of his brother, Lin Sanchi, and carved eight big words on his face, "One month later, come back again."

"You...!"

Lin Boliang was extremely angry after being reminded by him.

"I won't forgive you!"

The Great Elder of Lin Clan was also extremely angry.

He was provoked by Chu Xingyu in front of his face and roared. Just as he was about to attack, a deep voice sounded in his ears.

"You want to touch my Young Master? I want to see if you have the ability to do so."

Hearing Chu Jintian's words, the Great Elder of Lin Clan felt a cold wind blowing on his back. His body shivered and he immediately withdrew his hand.

The Chu Clan's Great Elder, Chu Jintian, was known as the second strongest expert in Lu Ming City, second only to the patriarch of the Chu Family.

Ten years ago, there was a conflict between the two of them. Chu Jintian had severely injured him with just three strikes.

Once bitten by a snake, he would be afraid of rope for ten years.

In the face of Chu Jintian's dignified gaze, the Lin Clan's Great Elder didn't dare to look directly into his eyes.

"The selection of the academy will begin immediately. All families, please take your positions!"

The executive officer urged all families to enter the venue with a loud voice.

"Hmph! Elder Lin, we will settle the score after the selection of the Lin Clan and Chu Clan."

Chu Jintian's eyes were as sharp as lightning. After he finished speaking, he led the Chu Clan Member forward.

"Alright, if you have the guts, add that trash into the selection as well. I want you to watch him die on the stage with your own eyes!"

The Lin Clan's Great Elder stared at Chu Jintian's back with a pair of gloomy eyes.

"All of you are really a bunch of trash. You can't even kill a First Tempered Martial Stage cultivating warrior."

The conversation below the stage was clearly heard by Lin Tong.

It turned out that Chu Xingyu wasn't dead. Since that was the case, he would have to do it himself.

Lin Tong clenched the sword in his hand tightly.

...

"Alright, since everyone is here, let's begin!"

On the high platform, Wang Bao impatiently waved his hand.

The tiny Lu Ming City wouldn't produce any peerless geniuses. This competition wasn't important to Wang Bao.

"Let me introduce you now. The person in charge of this selection is Elder Wang Bao from the Fengtong Academy."

Following the introduction of the executive officer, everyone looked at the stage.

Their eyes were burning with passion. If they could enter the academy, it would be their most glorious moment.

Among these cultivating warriors, only Chu Xingyu frowned.

Wang Bao's arrogance and arrogance annoyed him.

The executive officer's opening speech was long and long. When everyone heard that he was about to fall asleep, he finally got to the point.

"The first round of the academy's selection, Martial Arts Technique Test."

"All participating cultivating warrior, place the participant badge into the box. The two people who will be selected will have a showdown."

"The five students who have won the final round are qualified to enter the second round of the competition."

"Now, the selection begins!"

With the executive officer's command, everyone threw their emblems into the box.

Each family badge had a different color. The Chu Clan badge was red, the Lin Clan badge was green, and the Fang family badge was yellow...

Nearly 200 badges were thrown into the boxes.

The Executive took out two badges, one green and one yellow.

The first match was between Lin Boliang from the Lin Clan and Fang Wu Long from the Fang family.

On the arena, Lin Boliang looked at Fang Wu Long with a smile that was not a smile.

Fang Wulong was a new generation member of the Fang family. His martial arts skills were superb and his cultivation level was not bad. According to the Fang family's predictions, he would at least be able to last three rounds in the first round.

But now, he was facing the strongest person from the Lin Clan, Lin Boliang.

The difference in strength between the two of them was huge. How could Fang Wulong, who was at the sixth level of the Tempered Martial Stage, fight against Lin Boliang, who was at the eighth level of the Tempered Martial Stage?

The competition had yet to start, and it was already over.

"Young master Lin, I admit defeat."

Fang Wulong's expression was miserable. He had admitted defeat before the first round of the competition had even started. Although it was humiliating, it was still better than being beaten up so badly that he didn't even have the strength to resist.

"Kneel down, kowtow, and then, f * ck off!"

Lin Boliang crossed his arms.

Fang Rulong immediately did as instructed, as if he had been granted amnesty, and then ran off the arena.

Lin Boliang won without a fight.

"Lin Boliang is really too strong. I guess I can only admit defeat when I meet him."

"After all, Lin Boliang is known as the number one young man in the Lu Ming City's new generation. Who would dare to offend him?"

Everyone on the scene knew that they had no chance of winning against Lin Boliang. Admitting defeat was the only way.

"I don't dare to offend the current number one young man. I do hope to meet the young man who was once the number one young man in the Lu Ming City!"

"That's right, whoever meets that trash will be rich!"

All the contestants hoped to be able to draw the Chu Clan's Chu Xingyu.

After all, his Martial Spirit Bone had been dug out and he had become a cripple.

If he could challenge ___, the first round would save him a lot of energy, and perhaps increase his chances of entering the second round.

A moment later, Chu Xingyu was drawn.

When the executive announced Chu Xingyu's opponent, disappointment appeared in everyone's eyes.

"What a pity, I didn't get this trash."

"If I got it, I would be able to save a lot of energy."

...

The opponent Chu Xingyu drew was his own clansman, Chu Fu.

Everyone was prepared to watch as Chu Fu advanced to the second round with ease.

However, what surprised them was that Chu Fu actually admitted defeat in front of such a trash.

"Are you for real!?"

"I really opened my eyes. He admitted defeat in front of a trash. Is this the Chu Fu I know?"

Facing everyone's disdain, Chu Fu did not argue.

He had witnessed Young Master's strength after his return.

Giving up on this competition was also the best choice.

"It's good that you admit defeat. This way, you can advance to the second round. I hope you can meet me."

"At that time, I will give you an unforgettable gift."

The corner of Lin Boliang's mouth revealed a proud expression.

After the first round, Lin Boliang and Chu Xingyu were the only two contestants who won without fighting.

Of course, Lin Boliang won without a fight. He deserved it.

Chu Xingyu, on the other hand, was thought to be cheating.

It was too lucky for a trash who did not even have a Martial Spirit Bone to advance to the second round.

When the second round began, when they saw the two badges drawn by the executive officer, everyone's pupils constricted.

Chu Clan versus Lin Clan.

"It's true that enemies never meet."

"The two families have always had a grudge against each other. I wonder which two of them will be selected this time."

Everyone knew that no matter which two of them were selected, the people of Chu Clan would lose without a doubt.

After Chu Xingyu had become a useless person, the hope of Chu Clan's advancement had been completely destroyed.

Among the three of them who participated in the selection, the one with the highest cultivation base was only at the fifth level of the Tempered Martial Stage.

The Lin Clan had been gaining momentum recently. The four people who participated in the selection were all geniuses of the Lin Clan. The one with the lowest cultivation base was at the fifth level of the Tempered Martial Stage.

The Chu Clan was going to suffer when faced with the mighty Lin Clan.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the stage, waiting for the selection officer to announce the names of the two badges.

"Chu Fan of the Chu Clan versus Lin Boliang of the Lin Clan."

After the announcement by the executive officer, Chu Fan and Lin Boliang stood on the stage.