Judge Mu Qing has already taken his place on the martial stage, and Su Dao Lin and Yue Feng Chen, the two main hosts, should enter now.

  Whoosh!

  From afar, Su Daolin rode a fire qilin and landed on one side of the square. He dismounted the fire qilin, bowed deeply to Mu Qing on the martial stage, and stepped onto the stage.

  Su Daolin last time came to Huqing Fu to challenge Wang Chao, Luo Songtao, was arrogant and domineering, but this time he came back as a jade, returning to his true self, more introverted, with a steady pace, stable, having a master-level demeanor.

  "Sudao Lin is even stronger than last time." The figure of Yuéfēng Chén appeared on one side of the martial arts stage, gazing at Sudao Lin who had just stepped onto the stage, his eyes extremely complex.

  "Yue Feng Chen!" Mu Qing shouted.

  "I've seen Master Mu's teachings!" Yue Fengchen bowed deeply to Mu Qing, as he had received guidance from him and could be considered half a student of his.

  As soon as Su Dao Lin stepped onto the martial arts stage, Yue Feng Chen also stepped onto the stage. He bowed to Su Dao Lin and said, "Dao Lin, it's been three months since we last met. I'm sure you've made great progress by now. Let me take a good look at you."

  Su Daolin smiled faintly and said, "The green comes from the blue but surpasses the blue. Feng Chen brother, you and I are in the same realm, but my strength has already far surpassed yours. This time, the Holy Institute's selection, our battle is just for us to gain more prestige and a chance to enter the Holy Institute."

  "The threshold of the Holy Court is very high, you and I are both disciples of concern to the Holy Court. Today's battle can reveal who has a better chance of entering the Holy Court." Yue Feng's eyes burned with fierce determination.

  He entered the Holy Institute not just for his future development, but also for the sake of the Moon Clan's Holy Maiden.

  The Holy Maiden of the Moon Clan is renowned in the Eastern Dynasty, she has already received an invitation from the Sacred Institute and will definitely enter the institute for cultivation this year.

  If a disciple of a noble family enters the sacred institute, they can study together with the saint and have the opportunity to become companions with the saint.

  Yu Fengchen had long since fallen under the skirt of Sheng Nu, his goal was to pursue Sheng Nu. Seeing Sheng Nu enter the Holy Courtyard, he would rather die than not enter the Holy Courtyard.

  Su Daolin entered the Holy Courtyard, of course, not for the sake of the Moon Clan's Holy Maiden, but to become a stronger cultivator in the Holy Courtyard.

  The elementary teachings within the Holy Court are all True Realm cultivators, and even Saints will occasionally go to the Holy Court to guide the students' studies.

  Entering the Holy Courtyard is equivalent to having the opportunity to become a superior being, and having a key to enter the world of cultivating truth.

  On the martial stage, Mu Qing glanced at Su Daolin and found that this young man had a subtle and introverted aura, with a hint of returning to simplicity. He nodded his head in approval. Then he looked at Yue Fengchen and slightly furrowed his brow. As someone who had guided Yue Fengchen's cultivation and could be considered half a teacher to him, Mu Qing saw that Yue Fengchen's mental state was unstable, with a hint of eagerness for victory. With a bitter smile, he thought: "Fengchen has always been calm and composed, treating others with the warmth and elegance of jade. But today, his mental state is unstable... I'm afraid his chances of defeating Su Daolin are slim. What a pity! If Fengchen could defeat Su Daolin, his chances of entering the Holy Institute would increase."

  Su Daolin and Yufeng Chen simultaneously paid their respects to Mu Qing with a bow.

  "Cut out the nonsense and let's get started already!" Mu Qing said to the two of them.

  "Please!"

  "Please!"

  Su Daojin pushed his palm forward, and eight blood dragons condensed from the blood energy shot out.

  Eight blood dragons danced with their claws, pounced on the wind minister under the moonlight.

  Yu Fengchen grabbed them with his hands, and they were caught as quickly as lightning. He grasped eight blood dragons and pinched them into pieces.

  The two men's first encounter ended in a draw.

  Leaf fist!

  Su Daolin displayed the Su family's Ye Fist, and at this moment he was like a leaf, his figure light and agile, sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes up, sometimes down. Every punch he threw was like a falling leaf.

  Yu Feng's expression turned grave, he didn't dare underestimate that falling leaves-like fist technique. At any moment, the falling leaves could turn into sharp blades slicing across his neck, sometimes victory or defeat was decided in that instant.

  Splash!

  Yu Fengchen drew out the two curved knives from his waist and wielded them, like Cook Ding dissecting an ox, turning the incoming leaf-shaped blades into fragments.

  Fists come, knives go!

  Every time the curved knife swept across Su Dao Lin's brow, every time the fallen leaves swept across Yue Feng Chen's neck, it elicited a burst of exclamations from the spectators below.

  The duel between Su Daolin and Yue Fengchen was even more perilous than a fight to the death.

  "Get out!"

  Yu Fengchen was nearly cut by the falling leaves, and his anger burst out as he swung his curved knife to slash at his opponent.

  "Can't hold back anymore, good opportunity." Su Daolin's expression remained unchanged, making it impossible to discern his thoughts at this moment. He threw a punch like a dragon flying towards Yue Fengchen's cheek.

  Su Daolin's blow was about to land, and Yue Fengchen's face would probably swell up like a pig's head immediately.

  Yu Fengchen, who had always been particular about his appearance, hesitated and abandoned the unmatched aura of that one slash, swinging his sword to protect the side of his face.

  Su Daolin let out a sinister laugh, his fist falling and striking Mo Fengchen's wrist.

  Bang!

  Yu Fengchen's wrist was broken and the curved knife in his hand fell to the ground.

  "Damn it! My hand is ruined!" Moon Wind Minister's face was extremely unsightly, one of his hands had been crippled, and he could only use a single hand to wield his sword to repel his opponent.

  At this moment, Su Daolin has an overwhelming advantage, and Yuetian Chen is at a complete disadvantage.

  Victory and defeat lean towards one side!

  Yue Feng's eyes turned crimson, and his body emitted a cold aura. At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a snow wolf in the icy sky and snowy land, with the curved knife on his single hand gleaming with a chilling light.

  "Seal with ice!"

  The moon wind minister whispered, and the chill on his body spread out. In an instant, the martial arts platform was icy cold, and even the surroundings became a world of ice and snow.

  Capable of instantly lowering the temperature by more than fifteen degrees, it is evident how terrifying the Moon Clan's killing technique, Ice Seal, which was mastered by Yue Fengchen, can be.

  Su Daolin was instantly enveloped in a cold air and slowly turned into an ice man.

  Yue Fengchen's cold air froze the martial stage, except for Mu Qing who could withstand the cold air, Su Daolin was unable to withstand the invasion of the cold air.

  "Su Daolin, have you admitted defeat?" Yue Fengchen's words were laced with a chilling tone.

  "It's better to admit defeat early." Su Daolin's voice came from the ice.

  "Wishing to escape the chill, in a dream!" Yue Feng Chen let out a long whistle, and at this moment he was like a snow wolf, emitting a layer of cold air that enveloped Su Daolin.

  Whoosh!

  A raging fire appeared in the ice, Su Dao Lin swung his fist and broke through the ice. At this moment, he was like a burning firebird, his eyes were full of flames staring at Yue Feng Chen.

  "Yue Fengchen, let's end this with one strike." Su Daolin's hands summoned two firebirds, unleashing a sea of flames.

  "Su Dao Lin is practicing Kong Family's Huque Fist!"

  "The Kong family and Su family have formed an alliance, otherwise how would the Kong family pass on their ultimate skills to Su Daolin?"

  Everyone saw many things from a set of boxing techniques.

  The cold air on Yue Feng's body was rising, he was accumulating cold air, preparing to launch his strongest attack.

  Su Dao Lin's fists were gathering flames, he wanted to release a fatal blow of Huo Que Quan at the moment when the flames reached their peak.

  It's on!

  Two people made their moves at the same time!

  Boom!

  Collision of fire and ice!

  The collision of Flame Fist and Ice Seal!

  Su Dao Lin and Yue Feng Chen's collision!

  The entire stage exploded with flames and icy shards flying everywhere.

  Mu Qing took control of the situation.

  On the martial arts stage, Yuè Fēng Chén's mouth was stained with blood, and his body was covered in bruises. Seeing his opponent, Sū Dào Lín, standing there smiling at him as if nothing had happened, he knew he had lost, defeated by the Firebird Fist.

  Pfft!

  Yu Feng spat out a mouthful of blood with flames, his chest clothes were shattered, revealing a charred chest.

  "Admiration!" Yue Fengchen bowed his head and stepped down from the martial arts stage.

  "Alright!" Su Daolin landed beside Gong Feixuan, not a hair out of place. With a swift motion, he spat out the blood from his mouth into his sleeve, leaving no trace of blood on his lips.

  Gong Feixuan wrapped her arms around Su Daolin's waist, and the two of them left the square like a pair of divine lovers.

  Su Dao Xing caught up with Yue Feng Chen, he knew that at this moment Yue Feng Chen had already lost all hope and needed someone by his side.

  Wherever Yue Fengchen passes by, a chill runs down people's spines.

  "Yue Xue Chang, where are you going?" Su Dao Xing asked curiously as he saw Yue Feng Chen heading directly to the westernmost part of the academy.

  Yue Feng turned his head and found Su Dao Xing following him all the way, saying: "Dao Xing, the Godly Moon Society has been handed over to you. The Holy Institute's enrollment is imminent, and I must reach the Twelfth Rank Wu Wang realm before the enrollment of the Holy Institute, otherwise there will be no hope of entering the Holy Institute for study. There is less than a year left, in such a short time, I have to break through two realms, and also maintain my reputation in Dongtu, how easy is that? The door of the Holy Institute is not so easy to enter!"

  "Wait, don't go!"

  Yu Fengchen rushed to a distant place in the morning.

  Su Dao Xing stopped in his tracks and gazed into the distance at the disappearing figure of Yue Feng Shi.

  A hawk's cry brings it back to mind!

  A blue double-winged flying eagle flew out of the Huqing Mansion, and on its back sat Yue Fengchen, the strongest person in this generation of the Huqing Mansion. In this way, Yue Fengchen bid farewell to the Huqing Mansion.

  "Farewell! Moon Wind Scholar!" Su Dao Xing said as he flew away on his eagle in the high sky, bowing his hand to Moon Wind Scholar.

  Su Dao Xing returned to Shen Yue Society.

  The members of Shen Yue She have all returned and are continuing their studies.

  "Yue Fengchen bid farewell to his Huqing Academy student career in such a way, what a pity, what a sigh!"

  "The majestic Huqing Manor, with a history of over a thousand years, yet the strongest disciple it has cultivated can't even compare to a genius from the Su family."

  Students in the school were discussing it enthusiastically.

  In a flash, three days passed and the great war between Su Daolin and Yu Fengchen gradually subsided.

  The students in the Shingetsu Society are competing against each other in pairs, with great enthusiasm.

  "Su Daolin, what are you doing here at Shen Yue Society? You drove the leader of the Moon Society away, how can you drive Su Society's leader away too?"

  "Su Daolin, Shen Yue Society does not welcome you!"

  "Sudao Lin, how dare you trespass on Shen Yue Society! Get out!"

  As Su Dao Lin approached the Shen Yue Society, the members of the Shen Yue Society scolded him.

  "Looking for death!" Su Daolin roared in anger, flashing out his fist like lightning and sending the Godly Moon Society disciples who were scolding him flying.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Five Shén Yuè Society disciples were struck flying by Sū Dào Lín and fell onto the stone path of another courtyard.