Mo Qingchen saw Mo Yuqi's pleased expression and slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, blessing or calamity, what was destined to come would eventually arrive.

  The next four were Xiao Shi, Xiao San, Mo Ning Rou and Hu Tou, all of whom were at the first level of Qi Refining. The competition among the four little ones wasn't very exciting, but Hu Tou, who was the youngest, easily took first place, with Xiao San coming in second, Xiao Shi third, and Mo Ning Rou last. However, Mo Ning Rou didn't like to show off, so even though she came in last, her face didn't show any signs of displeasure.

  Now, after a series of comparisons, they can be roughly divided into three levels. The first level is Mo Xiaoqī and Mò Rǎnyī, the second level is Mo Xiaobā and Mò Yùqí, and the third level is the four people led by Hǔtóu.

  After the trial, everyone else was already standing on the other side of the grand hall, leaving Mo Qingchen alone and isolated.

  Mo Qingchen only felt that the eyes of everyone in the grand hall were cast on her, curious, disdainful, pitiful and indifferent. In that instant, Mo Qingchen discovered that people's eyes could express so many things.

  The man in the blue robe looked at Mo Qingchen, hesitated for a moment, and then said to the people of Chaoyang Hall on the other side: "Now you can start the challenge. The old rules still apply, Xia Twelve, you four can only challenge Xia Eight first, you cannot skip levels, Xia Eight, you two can challenge Xia Seven, limited to one incense stick, if no one challenges, then this year's ranking will be decided."

  Mo Qingchen bit her lip, it turned out that she was ignored by Chi Guoguo, or to say, she could challenge the level of Hu Tou and others, otherwise, she would default to the identity of being at the bottom.

  Actually, the previous ranking comparison was already very clear, so at this moment when it came to the challenge stage, no one moved. After half a stick of incense time had passed, Hu Tou stepped out with his short legs and said: "Xiao Shi Wu requests Eleven Sister's guidance!"

  Mo Yuqi's face turned black as he walked to the center of the court, saying: "Tiger Head, think carefully, if you get hurt later, don't cry!"

  "Hmph, I'm not going to cry at all."

  Although Hu Tou was young, he also had a mind of his own. He thought to himself that if he could defeat Mo Yuqi, she would be too embarrassed to bother Qing Chen during the guidance phase later on.

  "Eleventh brother, your tiger head is quite good. With this kind of courage, the child can be taught!" said Mo Twelve, who had always gotten along well with Mo Eleven.

  Although Mo Shiyi's mouth was humble, he couldn't hide the smugness on his face: "The twelfth brother has praised him, that kid is really bold."

  Hutou was after all one level lower than Moyuqi in terms of cultivation, and he was also younger. Although he had used up that burst of energy, he still couldn't avoid the outcome of defeat. Even so, there were quite a few people who cheered for him.

  To the children of Chaoyang Hall, elders have encouraging thoughts.

  Since no one else came out to challenge, the man in green said: "Then let's enter the next stage. Anyone can randomly point out a person and have an exchange with him."

  This link is actually set up to prevent no one willing to challenge the previous stage, and losing pressure over time.

  Regardless of the level of cultivation, as long as you are willing, you can choose one person to compete with you. In other words, it is an opportunity for people with high cultivation to crush those with low cultivation. On the one hand, it allows people with high cultivation to experience the thrill of having real power, and on the other hand, it also motivates people with low cultivation to strive to catch up so as not to be bullied.

  As soon as the voice of Qing Yi fell, Mo Yuqi, who had won two battles in a row, emerged from the crowd with an air of triumph and said in a clear voice: "Xiao Shi requests to cross swords with Xiao Liu once."

  Mo Daign's hand slapped on the table with a loud "pa" sound, and that small teacup flew towards his face with a "whoosh".

  Everyone's eyes suddenly turned to Mo Dae-yeon.

  "Old Five!" Mo Dashan glared at Mo Dayan.

  Mo Danyan swiftly flipped the teacup into her hand, not a single drop of tea spilled out. She covered her mouth with her sleeve and coughed dryly: "Ah-choo, the tea is too hot."

  You're kidding me! This tea was obviously put here an hour ago, wasn't it?!

  Mo Da Shan shot him a warning glance but didn't say anything.

  "Cough, cough, continue, you all continue." Mo Dashan said, but in his heart he was secretly scolding, Ah, little eleven, this girl really has a belly full of evil intentions, daring to bully my little granddaughter like this. Next time I give you old man's medicine, I will definitely exchange them for inferior products.

  Although he thought so, Mo Dajian couldn't show anything else. After all, it was a rule of the Mo family for many years that seniors should not interfere with younger generations' disputes, and he couldn't break this rule.

  "Permitted." The eunuch lightly spat out two words, which sounded exceptionally clear in the quieted grand hall.

  Mo Yuqi pursed her lips and looked at Mo Qingchen with a pleased expression.

  Mo Qingchen bit his lip and walked step by step into the arena.

  "Fourteenth brother, that little girl hasn't even entered the Qi Refining stage yet. It seems like she's going to be taken care of by Yuqi this time." Mo You said, standing beside Mo Fourteenth, seeing the small figure slowly walking towards the center of the arena.

  Mo Xi didn't make a sound, his eyes were fixed tightly on that small figure.

  Mo Qingchen walked into the arena and stood still, looking towards Mo Yuqi.

  Seeing Mo Qingchen's calm and composed demeanor, Mo Yuxi couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. What was the reason? Obviously a useless person, why did he always have such a confident air about him?

  The Mo family already has a talented and exceptional Mo Feiyan, one arrogant and domineering Mo Ran is enough! Who does she think she is?

  "Xiao Shi Liu, if you kneel down and beg for mercy now, it's still not too late. I won't even take your next year's cultivation quota. What do you think?" Mo Yuqi said, raising her chin.

  Mo Qingchen slowly looked at Mo Yuqi and then clasped his hands together, saying loudly: "Please, Eleventh Sister, impart your teachings!"

  "You! Fine, don't say I didn't give you a chance. Come on, I'll let you make the first move." Mo Yuqi's face turned cold as she said this.

  Mo Qingchen heard the words and quietly adjusted her breathing, since she was being presumptuous, then don't blame her for being impolite.

  Mo Qingchen took a step forward with his left foot, and his right hand, which seemed weak and limp, brushed against Mo Yuzhi.

  "Alas." Many people in the hall shook their heads.

  It was Mo Daxuan, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he glanced at Mo Dayan and secretly transmitted a message: "Old Five, this little granddaughter of yours seems to be not that simple, huh?"

  "Cough cough, Third Brother, you're joking."

  "Really?"

  "Hmm... anyway, I don't know anything." Mo Dainian flatly denied.

  Mo Yuqi's face flashed with disdain, and he coldly snorted: "You really are overestimating yourself." After speaking, he didn't dodge, but instead formed a fist and directly struck Mo Qingchen's arm.

  Mo Qingchen was no match for Mo Yuqi in terms of strength, her only chance was to catch him off guard and win with cleverness.

  Extremely strange and difficult to detect, Mo Qingchen's originally soft and fluffy hand that was about to brush against Mo Yuzhi's wrist suddenly slid inward, and the five white fingers were like a blooming orchid, quickly pressing down several times.

  Just as Mo Yuqi's fist was about to hit Mo Qingchen's small and short arm, Mo Ningrou couldn't help but close her eyes and let out an "ah".

  At the same time, another scream echoed through the great hall.