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Three disciples from each division were chosen to compete in the competition. Xuan Ji selected three disciples to compete in the competition. Xuan Ji's disciples were all in their twenties. Although their martial arts skills were only considered high among the disciples of the same age group, but most of the disciples that were selected were older and had deeper skills. Thus, most of Xuan Ji's disciples were eliminated in the first round of competition. Only last year, Faang Hui's tricks had come up a hundred times and won two rounds in a row. When he encountered Zhang Shike in the third round, he was able to calculate everything, and in the end, the difference in strength was too great, and he was not a match for Zhang Shike. Even so, Xuan Ji was quite proud of being the only disciple under the age of thirty who had entered the third round.

While the discussion was going on, the rules were already being read out on stage. The disciples of Xuan Ji's sect were punching out. Besides Faang Hui, there were two other spots. Xuan Ji also chuckled on the side and did not stop them.

"Eh? You changed the rules this year? " A junior brother suddenly shouted loudly.

Everyone was silent for a moment as they listened to the rules. It turned out that the annual examination was a competition of inner strength, fist, foot, and sword arts. There was no need to talk about fist, foot, and sword arts. This year, he changed it to "Wen Bi" because Jiu Hua practiced pure yang inner strength. With an incense stick as the weight, melting ice was naturally more and more powerful. There was no room for trickery between the two. In last year's second round of the exam, Faang Hui had won a critical match in which he lured the enemy into a semi-conscious victory. The opponent was so defeated that he was unconvinced. Everyone was baffled. The change to "Wen Bi" this year was greatly disadvantageous to Faang Hui.

Seeing this, Xuan Ji's face darkened.

Faang Hui thought for a moment, bent down, and whispered into Xuan Ji's ear, "Master, don't worry. I also have a way to win by changing the composition." Xuan Ji looked up and thought to himself, if we compare moves and airplanes, this little guy might be able to win against an opponent slightly stronger than himself. In a competition of inner strength, who knows what kind of weird method you used last year to luckily win this round.

Faang Hui's name had already been called. Faang Hui laughed as he jumped onto the stage. After he finished his sentence, he said in a clear voice, "Martial uncles and uncles are too courteous, my fellow brothers and sisters, please welcome me. Disciple Faang Hui, as soon as I returned to the mountain, I met with the annual examination. Xuan Xun furrowed his brows. Faang Hui always spoke his excuse, but the hateful thing was that the disciples were all familiar with the place as they were always wandering around. Sure enough, before his voice faded, someone among the young disciples had already cheered loudly, and the disciples of Xuan Ji's sect also started to jeer at him. Originally, the competition was divided into six different arenas. After the commotion, many young disciples had gathered around and greeted Faang Hui the moment they saw him. "Look, the small house is playing over here, it's nice over here." It made the martial arts competition between the big sects in the Jianghu seem like a martial arts competition in a busy city.

Before the cheers had ended, Sun Tie's vision blurred as there was one more person on the stage, fat and fat. Looking at his skill on stage, one could tell that it was Zhao Daqing, a disciple of the Martial Uncle Xuan Zhen. That Zhao Daqing was thirty years old, with a fat face and trembling cheeks. In his seriousness, he carried seventy percent funniness. He immediately cupped his hands and said, "Disciple Zhao Daqing from Xuan Zhen. Fellow brother Fang, please."

Seeing Zhao Daqing's skill, Faang Hui withdrew his smile and returned the greeting: "Brother Zhao, please. What would you like to compete in first?" Zhao Daqing pondered a bit and said, "The pure yang inner force of our sect is the true sect of the Celestial Sect of Wonders. This is the foundation of all palm techniques. I'll compete with junior apprentice brother first." Xuan Ji whispered to the disciple beside him, "This Fatty Zhao under the tutelage of senior apprentice-brother Xuan Zhen looks silly, but he has a lot of thoughts." It had to be known that the internal energy within the Jiuhua Sect progressed gradually. The older one was, the longer the training time, the deeper the internal energy. If one were to first win a match and gain the upper hand, the chances of victory would inevitably be higher.

Faang Hui smiled lightly: "Since Brother Zhao has ordered it, then please have some incense." At the same time, two joss sticks were lit on the side of the hall. Some other disciples moved two large bundles of quilts and removed the two bundles of quilts, revealing two pieces of ice the size of a millstone.

Zhao Daqing put on an air and wanted to use his inner force. Faang Hui suddenly said, "Wait!"

Zhao Daqing was surprised for a moment and asked: "You just agreed to compete in inner strength first, but now you want to go back on your word?"

Faang Hui said, "Senior-apprentice Brother, Junior Apprentice Brother thinks that this year's competition method will be different from previous years'. In previous years' inner strength competitions, we will first use an incense stick of time to melt the ice and consume too much inner strength. After this round, Junior Apprentice Brother will need to save some inner strength for the next round. "Little house, if you're scared, then say you're scared. Why deny it?" "Little house, it's not shameful to lose to Brother Zhao. It's normal for your inner strength to be weaker than his.

Xuan Ji frowned. He was used to his own disciples being too lazy, but for them to go back on their word and make a fool out of themselves was a huge disgrace.

Faang Hui raised his eyebrows and said in a clear voice, "Junior brother usually makes moves and changes a lot. It isn't surprising that Brother Zhao loses to me in hands-on swordsmanship. If he loses to me in internal energy, it would be bad for your face. Senior brother Zhao, I said that you don't need to use any inner energy for now because I want to help protect your face. Do you really think that I'm afraid of you when you think of me as a small house? "

Faang Hui's words implied that he had defeated Zhao Daqing in three moves. It was understandable that he would lose in moves and moves, but if Zhao Daqing's inner force was lost to Faang Hui, then Faang Hui's face would indeed be pale. After a moment of shock, everyone burst into an uproar as someone immediately shouted, "Little house, don't boast!" and "Little house!" All the disciples knew that the Celestial Sect of Wonders' inner force had advanced by leaps and bounds. Faang Hui's inner force had only been cultivated for ten years, but Zhao Daqing had already practiced it for sixteen to seventeen years. With his fat stature and the way he practiced his sword and palm techniques, he was well-known among his fellow disciples for his hard work and cultivation of inner force.

Amidst the crowd's laughter, Faang Hui laughed out loud. Everyone in the audience was stunned. They did not know why Faang Hui was laughing, but when they saw Faang Hui raise his right palm, he did a "Windy Palm". Faang Hui snapped, "Do you think I'm trying to scare you!?"

Everyone was shocked, and immediately burst out in cheers. Xuan Ji sat at the back and watched from the sidelines. He was so surprised that he stood up and asked, "Burning Incense Flames are not candle flames, and there is no such thing as a palm strike using Jiuhua Sect. Even if I were to extinguish three meters with a single palm strike, I might not be able to win, but what kind of strange method did Liu Tie use?" Xuan Xun, Xuan Zhen, and the rest also followed his gaze.

Faang Hui made a comment to the onlookers. He gave a dry laugh and said, "Brother Zhao, I suggest you compete with me in swordsmanship first. I will save some energy to stay in the next match." In the silence, Faang Hui still struck out with his right palm and another stick of incense was extinguished without a sound.