Just as the students were discussing it, seven young people flew out of the sky from the Seven Sacred Islands. The seven young people wore different clothes and looked like they were students of the Holy Institute of the Seven Sacred Islands.

  At once, the students flocked around the martial arts platform, no longer making a loud noise.

  On one side of the martial arts platform, thirteen red wooden chairs were arranged.

  Seven students of the Holy Institute arrived at the edge of the martial stage and sat down in their chairs.

  Quan Heng, Kong Yue, Yue Tian Wu, Tang Qian, Sun Zheng Dao, Su Dao Xing sat down in a chair one after another.

  Seven students of the Holy Institute consulted with each other, and one student holding a flute stood up and said: "I am Ondi, a student of the Holy Institute."

  "He is Master Yin's proud disciple, Yin Di, and Fang Xueqin's senior fellow apprentice."

  Students immediately recognized Andy's identity.

  Andy continued: "Every year, the Holy Institute's special recruitment will accept challenges from all students of the same realm who participate in the entrance examination. Only those who win can formally become students of the Holy Institute."

  Yundi looked at Quan Heng and nodded slightly, saying: "Quan Heng will be the first to take the stage to accept the challenge from the students of the same boundary. The first challenger is Fang Xueqin. Quan Heng and Fang Xueqin will each play a piece, Fang Xueqin wants to make the listener sad and cry, Quan Heng plays a piece that makes the listener happy and cry, and in the end, whoever makes the listener cry more wins."

  "What?" The audience was in an uproar, and none of the students had expected this challenge to be so unfavorable.

  With a calm expression, he nodded slightly at the students under the stage, and immediately there were students who helped him carry up his guqin and guqin table.

  "Please!" With a nod, Xiǎo Qín began to play.

  Fang Xueqin sat properly in front of the guqin, and began to play it.

  The sound of the qin rose, and the students fell into a trance one after another.

  The sound of the zither entered his ears, Su Dao woke up with a flash before his eyes, he returned to that cold winter when he was eight years old, he was lonely and helpless, shivering in the cold wind, on Christmas Eve thinking of his parents far away in the northern border.

  The whole yard was quiet except for Fu Bo who kept muttering day and night.

  Su Dao Xing has been doing so since he was eight years old until he entered the Hu Qing Fu, every Sheng Yuan Festival silently thinking of his relatives in the distant North Territory in the cold wind.

  The music stopped, and more than half of the students shed tears of sorrow. Although their sorrows were different, the degree of their sorrow was surprisingly similar, making one think of it with tears.

  Andy quietly checked the number of students who were crying.

  Fang Xueqin stopped playing the piano and looked up at Quan Heng with admiring eyes.

  With a gentle smile, Xueqin began to play the guqin.

  The sound of the qin rose, and all the students fell into a trance induced by the music. The piece being played was even more sorrowful than "Bi Fang Xue Qin".

  The purpose of weighing is simple, making people sad excessively, issuing a sorrowful laugh in sadness, and then tears streaming down their faces.

  Su Dao Xing listened to the sound of Quan Heng's guqin, and gradually fell into a trance. He returned to the winter of his eighth year, when he was bedridden with illness, gasping for breath and letting out painful moans.

  Fu Bo rushed back into the house from outside, shouting loudly: "Young Master, I've bought the medicine, and now I'll decoct it for you."

  Su Dao woke up and opened his sleepy eyes, saw the words "abortion medicine" written on the herbal package, and burst out laughing loudly, tears streaming down his face.

  Fu Bo saw Su Tao Xing laugh and he also laughed along with him. When he saw Gong Zi cry, he also cried along with him.

  The music stopped, and the students just walked out of their reverie.

  Yundi looked at it, and 80% of the students laughed so hard that they cried, and even Zan's weighing piano sound was really wonderful, probably catching up with Master Yundi.

  Fang Xueqin stood up, bowed to Quan Heng, and walked down from the martial arts stage.

  Andy scanned over a hundred students and shouted: "Is there anyone who dares to challenge the authority?"

  "Guo Xiang wishes to take the stage to challenge Quan Heng, challenging his chess skills." A student with thick eyebrows and big eyes stood up, bowed slightly towards Yindi, and stepped onto the stage.

  The students removed the zither from the martial arts platform and set up a chessboard, pieces, and two rush mats.

  Quan Heng and Guo Xiang sat down cross-legged on the couch.

  A game of chess lasted for half an hour, and finally, Guo Xiang, who was sweating all over his face, admitted defeat and left.

  Yundi's loud inquiry was met with silence for three times, no one dared to challenge the weight, he looked at Kong Yue and said: "Kong Yue, please come on stage."

  The scales fell from his eyes.

  Kong Yue wore a Confucian robe and held a ruler in his hand as he stepped onto the martial arts stage.

  "Feng Tu wishes to ascend the stage and challenge Kong Yue." A tall student stood up and rushed towards the martial arts stage.

  Kong Yue's expression remained unchanged on the platform, emitting her own aura. A holy ruler appeared behind her, and its terrifying aura spread towards Feng Tu on the platform.

  Rustle rustle rustle!

  Feng Tu was actually the seventeenth champion of Wu Wang, but he was directly knocked off the martial arts stage by Kong Yue's powerful blow.

  "What a great idea!"

  "Merely relying on his own will, he forced back the Seventeenth Rank Martial King, and Kong Yue did not disappoint as the second place in the Saint Institute's special recruitment."

  The students were shocked one after another.

  Kong Yue, relying on her victory over one person, slightly frowned and said in a clear voice: "Martial Kings below the level of Grandmaster do not need to come on stage, it's self-inflicted humiliation. Please let willing Grandmaster-level Martial Kings come and fight."

  Suddenly, there was a commotion in the audience.

  Kong Yue was a Grandmaster-level Martial King and naturally did not want to waste time fighting a Martial King who had yet to enter the Grandmaster realm.

  After a long time, in a corner, a handsome martial king slowly stood up. He said to Kong Yue: "The Grandmaster-level Martial King Tang Li wishes to ascend the stage and have a match with Kong Yue."

  Tang Li rushed onto the martial arts stage.

  "Tang Li actually made a move, he is a famous general after all, now he is one of the leaders of the Emperor's Imperial Guard."

  "Tang Li has been listed in the book of celebrities and was once famous throughout the Eastern Capital dynasty."

  Celebrity Tang Liyi stepped onto the stage, immediately sparking a heated debate.

  Kong Yue smiled bitterly and said to Tang Li: "Tang Li, why must it be so?"

  It's clear that the two of them know each other, and their relationship is not ordinary.

  Tang Li's face broke into a brilliant smile as he said, "To be able to engage in battle with Miss Kong Yue is an honor for Tang Li. Even if Tang Li clearly knows that he will lose, and lose miserably, he still yearns for this one battle."

  Tang Li's eyes were fixed intently on Kong Yue, with endless thoughts he wanted to pour out.

  It was then that all the students realized that Tang Li had a crush on Kong Yue.

  Kong Yue is not that kind of stunning beauty, but she is also a first-class beauty, especially with a strong and heroic spirit on her body, which has a unique charm.

  A talented and beautiful woman, a perfect match for a gentleman!

  Kong Yue said solemnly: "I will only use one move, if you can take it without a scratch, we will continue to fight, otherwise you must leave the arena immediately and not be stubborn."

  "Good!" From Kong Yue's words, Tang Li heard her concern for him, and he was moved, his demeanor even more captivating.

  The students were shocked and thought that if anyone wanted to pursue Kong Yue in the future, they would probably have to get past Tang Li first.

  Tang Lie drew out two short swords from his waist and held them in front of his chest, emitting a thick and heavy sword aura from his body.

  Kong Yue's body suddenly surged with intent, and a holy figure appeared behind her, the holy person reaching out to grab the holy ruler.

  "It turned out that Kong Yue had not revealed her complete intention just now."

  "The sage's intention with his ruler is more than ten times stronger than it was just now."

  The students were amazed.

  "Take one foot!" Kong Yuejiao shouted, her hand with the ruler merged with the intention of the holy ruler, slashing forward.

  The void was like seawater, cut in half by a ruler, emitting a crackling sound of void explosion.

  A foot of empty space!

  A single strike can shatter the void, how terrifying and powerful that blow is!

  Tang Lie's expression changed, and he raised his twin swords to block the one-inch punch.

  A foot of Kong Yue's moon fell, a huge force crushed the intercepting double swords, and a dragonfly-like touch landed on Tang Li's brow.

  Tang Li only felt a chill in his brow, and a drop of blood appeared on his brow.

  Tang Li only then realized how great the gap was between him and Kong Yue!

  Tang Li Sheng felt a thread of despair. The woman he pursued was so strong, how could he catch up with her pace?

  Kong Yue wanted to speak but stopped.

  Tang Li swept down from the martial arts platform, quietly wiping away the tears at the corner of his eyes. A man has tears but does not easily shed them, only because he had not yet reached a desperate situation.

  "Is anyone else challenging Kong Yue?" Ondi shouted three times, and seeing no one challenge, he looked at Yuè Tiān Wǔ, "Yuè Tiān Wǔ please come on stage. According to the rules of the Holy Institute, you must remove the veil from your face when you go on stage, so that the students can verify your identity."

  "Hmm!" It was clear that Yuè Tiān Wǔ had long known the rules of the Holy Institute, and knew that after she went on stage, she would have to remove her veil.

  Kong Yue sweeps down from the martial arts platform, and dances up onto the stage under the moonlight.

  "The Moon Holy Maiden is going to remove her veil? Heaven, I didn't expect that participating in the Saint Institute's entrance examination would have such a benefit. Even if we don't pass the Saint Institute's examination, this trip has been worth it." The students excitedly stood up.

  Yu Fengchen excitedly rushed to the bottom of the performance stage, and even he didn't notice that he had blocked Fang Xueqin's line of sight.

  Yuè Tiān Wǔ stepped onto the martial arts stage.

  The figure of Guang Yue Tian Wu is unmatched in the world, leaving people with endless imagination.

  The moon goddess gently lifted her veil, and in that moment, time seemed to freeze.

  "Immortal!"

  Fairy!

  "The fairy descends to the mortal world!"

  The students were petrified one by one, they saw the most beautiful woman they had ever seen in their lives, she was the fairy they often dreamed of.

  After glancing at Yuè Tiān Wǔ's face, Fāng Xuě Qín, Kǒng Fēi Xuān and the other girls all looked disheartened. Their confidence in their own beauty was unmatched, but compared to Yuè Tiān Wǔ, it was simply...

  All the students were stunned for a moment, some even closed their eyes, wanting to leave an impression of Yue Tianwu's dance in their minds.

  "No wonder Yue Fengchen is so infatuated with the Moon Holy Maiden, this woman is indeed a calamity that brings ruin to the country and its people." Su Daoxing muttered to himself.

  Yundi said loudly: "But who can challenge the Moon Sky Dance?"

  Under the martial arts stage, the students were still savoring the thrilling feeling of seeing the Moon Sky Dance's ethereal beauty, who would be foolish enough to duel with a fairy from their dreams.

  Andy shouted three times, and there was a dead silence below the stage.

  The moon sky danced and swept across the performance stage, the students were shocked as if they saw a celestial being, their eyes were drawn away by the moon sky dance.

  Yundi looked at Tang Qian who was still in a daze and said: "Please, King Qian, ascend to the platform."

  Tang Qian's expression changed slightly as he stood up and stepped onto the martial arts stage.

  The students under Tong Qian's stage bowed their hands.

  All the students stood up and bowed to Tang Qian.

  Ondy shouted three times, but no one came on stage to challenge Tang Qian.

  Tang Qian is a prince and may be the future ruler of the Eastern Dynasty, who would be foolish enough to challenge the future emperor on stage? That's just asking for trouble.

  Tang Qian had expected this outcome and swept down from the martial stage.

  Yundi looked at Sun Zhendao and said: "Sun Zhendao is on stage."