. — were all collapsing.The terrifying power within this body is steadily dissipating.This was not Jiang Wang's first time witnessing the death of a cultivator visited by a god, but he was still shock...Before the five-year battle began, the busy Wei Qiji and Dong A both arrived at the scene.

To them, the fights between students at Chengdao Academy were utterly boring. But battles between five-year-olds were very important to all three city regions.

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Firstly, the Five-Year Level represents the upper limit of combat strength in the City Academy. Secondly, the Three Cities Discussion has one spot that grants direct access to the National Academy! No need to participate in next month's grand examination, no need to go to the county office, just directly to Zhuangdu!

Of course, this position could only be given to the top student of the Sancheng Lun Dao program.

As Wei Qijie and Dong A settled down in the stands, the scene visibly quieted.

It has to be said that a powerhouse like Dong'a significantly boosts the overall strength of the Daoist Academy.

This year's Sancheng Lun Dao, the first-year champion was Jiang Wang from Fenglin City Dao Institute. The third-year almost became an internal war of Fenglin City Dao Institute.

Dong Ayi, a cultivator of the fifth rank Inner Palace realm, sits in command at the Fenglin City Dao Institute. He is undoubtedly a blessing for the entire Fenglin City Dao Institute.

Now, as long as they secure the top spot in this year's Fifth Year exams, Fenglin City will undoubtedly be hailed as the dominant force, surpassing the other two cities. This year, Zhuang Ting's resource allocation will heavily favor Fenglin City.

So, Zhang Linchuan almost rubbed a hole in his forehead.

"Stressful..." he murmured softly.

Of the three battles on stage, the one that attracted the most attention was undoubtedly Lin Zhengren versus Sun Xiaoman.

One is the composed and elegant Jiangcheng Dao Hun champion, the other is a petite and adorable girl who seems frail.

“This little girl... is she ten years old” Zhao Rucheng exclaimed in surprise.

Sanzhang City cultivators, not far from where they were sitting, suddenly saw Sun Xiaoyan, who had donned a hooded black robe at some point, turn around angrily and shout: "The whole place is in shambles! It's all burnt to ashes!"

Zhao Ruocheng didn't quite hear clearly, so he leaned over. Suddenly, he retracted his head and gasped in surprise.

Because he saw the bruised and swollen face under the hood, this tough little fat boy, who didn't know what had happened to him in these short moments after his defense, had his whole face swollen up, couldn't see his eyes, and couldn't speak properly.

Could it be aftereffects of that Kunpi drum, Zhao Rucheng thought to himself.

Over there, Sun Xiaoyan saw his own reflection and was so scared that he retreated in dismay. He pulled his hood down with a fat hand. His older sister had to find a corner to beat him up before the competition. Where could he go to argue

Although Jiang Wang didn't show it on his face, he was feeling some anxiety inside.

This little chubby boy is only thirteen years old, and he's already seventeen. The little girl on the field is the fat boy's sister, representing Wushan City's five-year-old players, she will only be stronger.

At the beginning stage of the practice path, aren't you already far behind

The barefooted girl leapt onto the stage with such grace, the silver charm on her wrist swinging gently. She had a face that was too innocent and adorable, in comparison, Lin Zhengren's handsome features seemed to gain him little support.

Most of the audience in the stands were rooting for Sun Xiaoman to win, while the remaining half hoped she would win without being too exhausted.

“I heard Chu Ping died at the hands of Xiong Wen, his heart ripped out. I feel sorry for him.” Lin Zhengren said leisurely before the battle began.

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“Life and death are fate.” Sun Xiaoman’s face was expressionless.

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Jiang Wang clearly felt that the atmosphere among the disciples of Sanshan City beside him had noticeably dropped.

Before, Xiong Wen appeared in Sanshan City and was surrounded by the disciples of the Sanshan City Daoist Academy. However, he not only successfully escaped but also killed ten cultivators, including Chu Ping, the eldest brother of the Sanshan City Daoist Academy, each with their hearts gouged out and drunk as wine, shocking the entire county.

This prompted the Imperial Censorate to mobilize the entire Qinghe County's forces for a manhunt.

Lin Zhengren wouldn't bring this up now out of regret, of course.

Looking at the little girl in front of him, Lin Zhengren smiled: “Last year he lost to me by one move. I wonder if this year, you can win back”

Chu Ping is dead, so naturally he can't win back anything.

But do living people have such an opportunity

Sun Xiaoman walked barefoot, her pair of translucent white jade feet stepping forward, crossing each other.

> The battle has begun.

Lin Zhengren drew back his right hand, then from the sleeve of his left arm pulled out a long whip that was as green as jade.

The whip, like water flowing, yet the tip suddenly extended, breaking through the wind and pointing towards Sun Xiaoman. Like a venomous snake, it was incredibly cunning!

With a push of his left hand, waves rose from the flat ground. In an instant, the water churned and roared, encircling Sun Xiaoman. This furious wave was incredibly fast.

At the same time, keen eyes could notice that something was emerging from the empty space in front of Lin Zhengren, breaking through the tiles and pushing out of the ground.

To fight such a young girl, one has to first launch a psychological attack. This might disgust many people. But it also shows how steady Lin Zhengren is.

Leaving no room for advantage, not giving the opponent an ounce of opportunity.

At this moment in battle, this steadiness is brought to full expression.

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Lin Zhengli's fighting style might be imitating him, but his skill level is far too inferior.

Sun Xiaoman sprang to her feet, easily dodging the whip that came at her with a tap of her toes. Then, she stepped onto the surging waves, walking on water.

Zhao Rucheng raised an eyebrow, looking surprised.

That was a powerful and harmful technique, yet there wasn't a single scratch on her delicate feet. Furthermore, there wasn't any trace of the dao art being released felt.

Either she also has a permanently solidified Kunpi drum like Sun Xiaoyan, or her body refinement has reached a certain level of strength.

Currently, it seems that only those reckless warriors can withstand the damage of magical power with their bare bodies.

The barefoot girl walked on the waves, stepping onto Lin Zhengren's magical power with a few steps and soaring into the air.

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With a relaxed grip, Lin Zhengren's jade-green whip whipped through the air with a cracking sound. It then transformed into a giant python mid-air, its fangs bared and ready to strike at Sun Xiaoman.

This long whip was made from a living python demon beast, an heirloom of the Lin family in Wangjiang City, named Bi Mang.

At the same time, the empty space in front of Lin Zhengren suddenly exploded, and countless vines surged out like a swarm of snakes! This technique was instantaneous! It was the first time Lin Zhengren had completed a small Zhoutian circulation after imprinting the technique within the Tongtian Palace.

This kind of magical technique is generally not easily revealed. Because low-cultivation practitioners can only imprint two instant-casting techniques within the Heavenly Palace, respectively after completing the first small Zhoutian cycle and the first completion of the Heaven, Earth, and Human Grand Zhoutian cycle. This belongs to each cultivator's trump card, casually undisclosed to others.

Sometimes when cultivators fight, even if they are using instant spells, they still pretend to chant incantations and make gestures, just to cover it up.

And Lin Zhengren seemed to feel some pressure, and without hesitation, he flipped over his cards.

These vines intertwined in the air, weaving into an impenetrable wall of foliage in the blink of an eye, barring Lin Zhengren's path.

The art of the wood path, the rattan snake clings to the wall!

And Sun Xiaoman leaped in front of Lin Zhengren. Facing the giant python chasing behind her and the thorny vines blocking her path, she simply raised her small hand.

That tiny, wrist-worn silver trinket swelled in the wind.

Everyone saw the petite barefoot girl soaring in the air, her hands gripping two silver sledgehammers as tall as she was. She spun and swung one!

The giant hammer roared as it swung around, crashing down on the emerald python behind him, and continued to spin with the serpent still attached.

Sun Xiaoman spun completely in the air, her giant hammer adorned with a turquoise python, whistling and falling onto the wall-coiling rattan snake with an undeniable aura.

At the instant of contact, the vine serpent formed from the Grade Two mid-level Dao Technique instantly shattered.

One strike, and the mountains crumble!huckled, a hint of malice in his voice: "Take good care of yourself in your room for now. Just worship before the Eleventh Prince's calligraphy.""That's strange," Jiang Wang raised his eyes: "Why give...