Among the shocked gazes of the crowd, the chubby elder handed a wood token to Ding Fan.
"With this, you can directly enter the sect. Once inside, soone will naturally arrange things for you."
The chubby elder said to Ding Fan with a kindly expression.
Ding Fan imdiately put away the wood token, nodded slightly, and said nothing. At this mont, he finally breathed a slight sigh of relief. At least now he could enter the Dayang Sect. Once inside, he would naturally learn many things unknown to outsiders.
Perhaps he might also find so clues about the whereabouts of Zhou Ruoran, Gusu Qingwen, and Ye Ningbing.
Just then, a white-clad disciple briskly walked over to the three elders of the Dayang Sect, leaned down beside the chubby elder, and whispered sothing.
The chubby elder's brow slightly furrowed, looking sowhat solemn, then turned back and glanced aningfully at Ding Fan, saying:
"Ding Fan, if you have any questions after entering the sect, co directly to ."
Ding Fan nodded at the other party, then said:
"Okay, thank you, elder."
Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, the three elders nodded slightly, then headed in one direction, followed by several white-clad disciples, and quickly left.
At this mont, everyone who saw this scene between Ding Fan and the three elders couldn't help but feel envious. It was obvious that Ding Fan had gained the favor of these three elders. To receive an elder's favor ans entering the sect will be like adding wings to a tiger!
But on the other hand, with Ding Fan's phenonal performance, he was clearly a genius among geniuses. Anyone would be honored to receive such a talented disciple!
After so discussion, Ding Fan and Lianzi Ye Ming found a quieter corner.
At this ti, the examination had not yet ended. Lianzi and the woman in the purple dress had not yet taken the examination, so Ding Fan did not leave early but waited for them to finish.
Subsequently, Ding Fan sat cross-legged in a quiet spot and began cultivating.
The examination below continued as usual, except that the three elders of the Dayang Sect, who were originally sitting on the Snow Spirit Altar, were no longer there. Instead, a middle-aged man in a purple robe sat there with a solemn expression. It was apparent he was overseeing the rest of the examination.
Not to ntion the many cultivators below not knowing where the three elders had gone, even so white-clad disciples in the Dayang Sect's disciple area did not know the specifics of the matter. They had only heard so rumors that a very urgent eting was being held by the sect's high-level officials, and the three elders might have been summoned back. But the content of the eting was not sothing ordinary disciples could know.
The examination continued, and most of the cultivators, possibly influenced by Ding Fan, went up with great enthusiasm. As a result, the number of disciples passing the examination was notably higher than before.
Soon, it was Lianzi and the purple-dressed woman's turn. As anticipated by Ding Fan, although neither of them rang very loudly, the middle-aged man overseeing the examination allowed both of them to pass. Ding Fan knew that although their cultivation levels weren't very high, their talent in cultivation was extraordinary.
Ding Fan could tell that the middle-aged man must have noticed the skillful application of True Qi by both of them, thus recognizing their uniqueness.
Lianzi and the woman in the purple dress knew that their success in passing the examination was partly due to Ding Fan's influence and the encouragent he had given them beforehand.
They couldn't help but feel very happy about passing.
Afterward, Ding Fan and Lianzi Ye Ming left the area. This group was relatively lucky, as except for Ye Ming, who was eliminated in the first round, the rest had passed up to this point, and Ding Fan no longer needed to participate in further examinations, as he would directly join the Dayang Sect.
Subsequently, Ding Fan put on a mask to conceal his face, and along with Lianzi, Ye Ming, and others, headed towards the inn.
Before long, Ding Fan and his group had traveled far from the Snow Spirit Altar and were still within a forest. Along the way, Lianzi and others frequently posed various questions to Ding Fan, clearly understanding how remarkable their teammate was!
How fortunate to have such a person as a teammate, how could they not want to engage with him more?
In response, Ding Fan sotis smiled in silence and sotis tried to satisfy their curiosity. After all, he had too many secrets and could not disclose them easily.
However, the more Ding Fan behaved this way, the more Lianzi and the woman in the purple dress admired him.
To young won, a man with stories and mystery is exceedingly attractive. Ye Ming harbored no jealousy, given Ding Fan's formidable abilities, how could he compare as such a genius?
Everyone enjoyed a pleasant chat along the way.
Suddenly, Ding Fan stopped in his tracks, startling Lianzi and others who didn't understand what was wrong with Ding Fan.
"Soone's tailing us, everyone be careful!"
Ding Fan said with a sowhat grave expression.
Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, everyone imdiately drew their weapons, ready for battle at any mont, and cautiously observed the surroundings.
Boom!
Ding Fan launched a Wind Blade towards a patch of low bushes.
Swish, swish, swish!
Imdiately, five or six black-clad figures erged from the forest, wearing masks and wielding weapons.
"Haha, not bad! A true genius indeed, for you to have discovered us!"
One of the black-clad figures said to Ding Fan, eyes slightly malicious and seemingly taunting.
Seeing this scene, Lianzi and others imdiately felt tense. Because they sensed the cultivation of the opponents, they were all experts at the Nascent Soul Stage.
There are actually two black-clad individuals among them who are mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, and the others are early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.
With such cultivation from the opponents, it's not just Lianzi who would be afraid, even Ye Ming felt extrely tense. It must be known that besides Ding Fan, who is a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, the others on our side are rely at the Embryonic Breath Stage. We are definitely no match for them.
However, Ye Ming, despite being tense, remained calm. He could discern from the other party's words that they were clearly here specifically for Ding Fan.
Even knowing they were targeting Ding Fan, Ye Ming, Lianzi, and the others showed no signs of retreat. They stood firmly around Ding Fan.
"The person we want to kill is Ding Fan. Those who don't want to die better scram quickly!"
At this mont, a black-clad individual spoke viciously to Lianzi and others.
Hearing the words of the black-clad man, Lianzi and the others continued to stand their ground, showing no intention of leaving. For this, Ding Fan couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude and then said to Lianzi and the others:
"Stand back a bit, let handle them."
Everyone was taken aback upon hearing Ding Fan's words.
It must be understood that there are five or six Nascent Soul cultivators on the opposing side, and two of them are even at mid-stage!
Even if Ding Fan is indeed a genius, he is still only a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator while the opponents have two!
"Brother Fan, I'll help you!"
At this mont, Ye Ming resolutely spoke to Ding Fan.
Upon hearing Ye Ming's words, Ding Fan looked at him gratefully. He then patted Ye Ming on the shoulder and said:
"I appreciate the goodwill, but these guys aren't quite enough to handle ."
After saying this, Ye Ming was once again shocked. Clearly, the Ding Fan he knew was not soone who would boast, so why would he say such a thing now, could he really be confident in dealing with these black-clad n?
At this ti, several of the black-clad n could not help but feel indignant upon hearing Ding Fan's words. How dare he utter such disdainful words right in front of them? Isn't this seeking death?
Imdiately, one of the black-clad n moved his arm, and with a swipe of the longsword in his hand, it carved an arc aid at Ding Fan's head.
Boom boom boom!
Imdiately, Ding Fan leapt forward vigorously, and instead of retreating from the opponents' gleaming longsword, he charged up swiftly.
Seeing this scene, Lianzi, Ye Ming, and the others couldn't help but gasp. They were sweating on behalf of Ding Fan.
The other black-clad n, seeing Ding Fan's move, couldn't help but smirk disdainfully.
What a foolhardy guy!
He won't even know how he dies!
However, the next scene left everyone dumbfounded. Ding Fan leapt forward in a flash and, with several swift movents, wind blades shot out from his hands, rushing toward the black-clad man's longsword, head, and body.
The black-clad man, with only early-stage Nascent Soul strength, couldn't possibly withstand Ding Fan's full force attack of continuous wind blades.
Several crisp sounds were heard.
Clang clang clang...
At this mont, the black-clad man's longsword was shattered into several pieces by the wind blades, and the black-clad man himself was already decapitated, with blood continuously gushing from his neck, collapsing with a thud, unquestionably dead.
Upon witnessing this scene, everyone couldn't help but feel a wave of astonishnt.
How is this possible?
The expressions on Lianzi, Ye Ming, and the others' faces seed frozen, but then they felt a burst of joy for Ding Fan.
In fact, even Lianzi, Ye Ming, and the others wanted to cheer for Ding Fan, although the situation made them hesitant to speak aloud. After all, there were still five black-clad n standing there angrily.
Seeing this scene, the other black-clad n were not only shocked but also extrely angry. Imdiately, the five black-clad n raised their weapons and charged toward Ding Fan.
"Die!"
"Damn it, kill him!"
The black-clad n roared, raising different weapons in their hands and launching them at Ding Fan.
At this mont, Ding Fan's eyes tightened, instantly releasing all his True Qi. His steps began to beco ethereal, and his body quickly spun around.
Boom!
Boom!
Ding Fan's figure weaved back and forth among the black-clad n, dodging their attacks while wind blades continuously shot from his hands.
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