(It's free.) This protective cover is amazing, it blocks out all external sounds and the outside world can't hear the internal sounds either, they can only see the monk's body.

  When a hundred thousand cultivators gathered together, Ye Feng didn't find any familiar faces, but as they entered the formation one by one, he found a familiar face, the little princess of the demon tribe, Wu Caiyan, was among them.

  Then Ye Feng found several demon cultivators, could it be that demon cultivators can also attend Qinglong Academy? Ye Feng paid attention to observe, he wanted to see if there were any demon cultivators, until the last cultivator entered the formation, he still didn't find any demon cultivators.

  It seems that this Qinglong Academy is open to humans and demons, but does not allow demon cultivators to enter.

  As soon as everyone had entered the formation, the chief examiner waved his hand, and everyone understood what it meant.

  The only way to emerge from one's own group is to defeat all opponents, but defeating all opponents is not easy. Fifty cultivators with similar cultivation levels fight together, and in the chaos, it's unknown what kind of scene will unfold.

  Just as the chief examiner waved his hand, Ye Feng's body moved, and he took a step forward to the front of the Golden Dan stage cultivator who had just spoken sarcastically, wanting to defeat him with one move.

  The art of shrinking the earth to an inch is indeed a legacy of the ancient ruins. The monk had not yet made any defensive moves, and Ye Feng was already in front of him, with a small tower appearing in his hand.

  "Bang!" The small tower struck the monk's body in an instant.

  "Ah!" The miserable cry echoed within the small world's space, and the remaining forty-nine cultivators all heard it clearly.

  Outside, the chief examiner's gaze was also fixed on this small world where Ye Feng was in. From the beginning, the chief examiner's attention had been focused on Fei. As for Ye Feng's legendary experience, although the chief examiner wasn't very familiar with it, when he read out Ye Feng's name, the reaction of the cultivators made the chief examiner curious as well.

  Almost everyone will be cautious when the main examiner announces the start and protect themselves first before considering eliminating others.

  Of course, this assessment also has time constraints and is not just dragging on.

  There is only one day left, and all groups must decide on the final result. If they exceed the limit, this group will be disqualified, and everyone will be cancelled. Otherwise, with 2,000 groups, there will definitely be people who are not willing to go all out, and it's unknown how many days it will take to determine the winner.

  But who would have thought that the first one to make a move was actually Ye Feng.

  Moreover, in the foundation-building period, they mainly sought out Golden Core cultivators on their own initiative.

  That Golden Elixir cultivator was struck by Ye Feng's sudden attack, his body flying out of the protective shield and falling to the ground outside, with fresh blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. His arms, which he had barely managed to raise in resistance, were broken by Ye Feng's small tower, revealing white bones.

  "Ye Feng, you're so ruthless!" The Golden Elixir cultivator barely managed to say a sentence before fainting.

  The examiner and the masters of Qinglong Academy heard what the Jindan stage master said, but due to the obstruction of the protective screen, the people inside did not hear what he actually said.

  But all of this was no longer important, as Ye Feng led the charge, the interior erupted into a cacophony of killing sounds, marking the beginning of a massive melee involving one million cultivators.

  This scene is extremely spectacular, with 100,000 monks divided into 2,000 small groups engaged in a fierce battle, which is the kind of scene that can only be seen at the recruitment ceremony of Qinglong Academy, a grand event that occurs once every 50 years!

  Ye Feng didn't pause for a moment after defeating his first opponent and immediately launched a frenzied attack on the nearest cultivator beside him.

  Unlike other cultivators, Ye Feng didn't care about the consumption of spiritual energy at all. With sufficient Gathering Spirit Symbols to provide spiritual energy, Ye Feng's attacks were simply unbridled.

  But Ye Feng did not use the Dragon Slaying Knife, mainly because the power of the Dragon Slaying Knife was too great, once it was used, there would be no return without bloodshed.

  It's just a fight for qualification, no need to be life and death.

  The opponents are all from various sects, defeating them is one thing, but if they were to be seriously injured, it would be hard to avoid future conflicts with that particular sect. Ye Feng didn't want to make too many enemies either; he already had far too many people who hated him and wouldn't mind swallowing him whole.

  The closest Masters to Ye Feng were unlucky. In their group, there were three Golden Dan Masters, and after Ye Feng killed one, two remained. These two Golden Dan Masters saw that Ye Feng was unstoppable and didn't want to fight him from the start, so they attacked the Foundation Establishment Masters around them instead.

  Compared to other groups, the group Ye Feng was in showed a very strange phenomenon. Two Golden Dan period cultivators and Ye Feng formed the core of the group, radiating outward and engaging in battle. Soon, there were seven or eight cultivators who had fallen at their hands.

  The rest of the masters all dodged their trio's edge and had to be vigilant for sneak attacks from those around them.

  Ye Feng's small tower shook back and forth, a cultivator retreated far away. Before he could even steady himself, Ye Feng clapped his clothes, several small mountains pressed the opponent out of the defensive cover.

  Although this master was resentful, he also felt a hint of gratitude. When the small mountain loomed over him, he clearly knew that if Ye Feng wanted his life, it would be as easy as reaching into his pocket, but Ye Feng only forced him out and didn't harm his body.

  Blaming others for one's own poor cultivation is unjustifiable. The cultivator cast a grateful glance at Ye Feng, then retreated to the side to watch others fight.

  The battle between cultivators of the same level is not only spectacular, but also a contest of genuine skills. Such battles can bring the most enlightenment to cultivators. Although they have already lost, they can still gain opportunities for improvement by watching others' battles.

  Not everyone was as lucky as him, and some monks were quite unlucky, suffering serious injuries from being hit by others' magic treasures.

  However, the rules of Qinglong Academy stipulate that one can knock out their opponent or even cripple their cultivation, but they cannot take their life. If a cultivator harms someone's life, they will be disqualified from the assessment.

  So at the time, I saw monks wailing in grief, but no one was sent to their deaths.

  Ye Feng would rather maintain an attitude of not hurting others, as long as he could force his opponent out, he absolutely wouldn't take advantage of the situation to kill.

  But there are exceptions, like the opponent in front of him, who is also at the peak of foundation building, just like Ye Feng. However, he doesn't seem to be as weak as the previous cultivators that Ye Feng had defeated earlier. His combat strength is astonishingly powerful, not only is his magical treasure formidable, but his physical body is also exceptionally strong.

  Ye Feng's small tower crashed onto his body, but he managed to catch it with brute force. One of his palms pressed against the tower, while the other hand threw out a beam of light, which was actually a very rare formation technique.

  This formation is condensed into a painting, and the painting presents a vast world.

  When this picture unfolded, a strong breath rushed forward, as if the ancient giant god descended, and almost dozens of people in the small world felt a kind of oppression from the depths of their hearts.

  This oppression is so terrifying, it's simply irresistible.

  Fighting until now, Ye Feng only felt threatened for the first time, including the first time he took action to kill that Jindan period cultivator, he didn't feel any difficulty.

  This made him have to take it seriously and put all his attention into this painting.

  The picture exerts a kind of attraction, with the picture as the center, strongly pulling everything around it inward.

  Ye Feng quickly gathered all his spiritual energy and used Thousand Catty Fall, his feet firmly grasping the ground.

  But the suction was too strong, and a whirlwind even appeared in the small world, sweeping across the entire small world and surging into the painting.

  The clothes emitted bursts of sound, as if they were about to tear apart.

  "Ah!" A monk who was fighting with others accidentally suffered a misfortune.

  Ye Feng wasn't sucked in, but this unlucky monk was sucked inside instead.

  Before his eyes, the monk became part of the painting, and in the vast expanse of the painted landscape, a standing monk appeared, who was exactly the one that had just been sucked in.

  As the monk who held the painting increased his spiritual energy, the vortex produced by the painting became even more intense, and the surrounding space showed visible fluctuations that could be seen with the naked eye.

  "Ah!" Then another monk was sucked in.

  Good Law Treasure, it actually has such power, Ye Feng exclaimed in admiration.

  With a flick of his sleeve, a string of small hills flew towards the painting, and Ye Feng wanted to shatter it.

  "Plop!" Xiaoyue disappeared into the painting without a ripple, like a mud cow entering the sea, leaving no news.

  Ye Feng was stunned, such a treasure had actually reached what level, even the Nascent Soul stage's top experts didn't have such a treasure, not to mention being an invincible existence, but among Foundation Building and Golden Core cultivators, it was almost without equal.

  It seems that this cultivator has come with the determination to enter Qinglong Academy, and this treasure is certainly a legacy of his sect, or even the sect's guardian treasure.

  "Whoa!" Ye Feng couldn't control his own body, and his feet involuntarily took a step forward.

  "Whoa!" Ye Feng hastily stomped his foot, and half of his calf sank into the ground, barely stopping his pace.

  "Everyone work together and use your combined strength to destroy this treasure first!" a Golden Elixir cultivator shouted loudly.

  Dozens of people are resisting the suction of the painting, and a strange phenomenon appears in this small world. Everyone stops killing each other and unites to resist the pressure brought by the painting.

  Nor could they tolerate each other's mutual slaughter, the power of the painting was not just aimed at Ye Feng alone, everyone was attracted to it, just like the two unlucky ghosts before, who were sucked into it one after another.

  "Whoosh!" Another monk couldn't resist and became part of the painting.

  "Hurry up and make your move, or else everyone will become one of them." Another Golden Elixir cultivator also saw that the most important thing at the moment was to first deal with this cultivator who possessed the painting.

  "Whoosh!"

  Several treasures flew towards the monk holding the painting, all of whom were geniuses with exceptional talents. Seeing the painting was irresistible, they launched an attack on the monk holding the painting.

  "Haha, you think you can decipher my Bagua diagram like this? It's simply laughable." The monk let out a loud shout and shook the Bagua diagram in his hand, causing all the magical treasures to disappear into it.

  "Thank you for your treasure." The monk laughed triumphantly.

  It's over, it seems this level can't be passed.

  The other cultivators were somewhat disheartened, seeing others' treasures being taken away, and they didn't dare to join in the commotion.