I Don't Want to Talk to Trash!

Han Wei knelt on the ground.

His spirit collapsed at that moment.

With so many people watching, including his father and grandfather, he actually knelt on the ground... It's easy to imagine that this news would spread very quickly.

Han Wei will become a laughing stock and a topic of conversation for countless people.

This will be a disgrace for the rest of his life!

A low, beast-like growl escaped Han Wei's throat as he braced himself on the ground, trying to stand up.

But I had only stood halfway up the platform.

"boom!"

This time, his body was lying face down on the ground.

Qin Yi sighed and said, "I think kneeling suits your temperament better."

"Get up quickly."

"Kneeling is better than crawling."

Qin Yi's words were like invisible slaps, constantly striking Han Wei's face, and like sharp needles, piercing his heart one after another.

At this moment, Han Wei wished he could trample Qin Yi under his feet, crushing Qin Yi's bones and dignity with each step.

But unfortunately... he couldn't stand up.

"Wei'er, why act rashly? Quickly sit still and gather your strength!" Han Yue, sitting on the high platform, couldn't help but speak up.

He suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Qin Dao back then.

Now, he watched his son kneel down in front of Qin Dao's son. To be honest, if this occasion wasn't so special, he would have slapped Qin Yi to death!

The idea also came to Elder Han Donglin, but he could only remain calm and not say a word.

Upon hearing Han Yue's voice, Han Wei propped himself up with his arms, then struggled to sit up straight. He immediately focused all his energy on circulating his internal energy, and instantly felt countless times more relaxed.

I can finally catch my breath.

His expression was quite distorted, his eyes filled with resentment as he stared intently at Qin Yi, and growled, "Don't be too happy yet, this is only the first round of selection."

Even if you make it to the end, so what?

"After the first round of selection, the next step is the actual combat."

"Let's see who's one of the last five laughing!"

Qin Yi said indifferently, "Useless trash, don't talk to me!"

Han Wei felt a surge of anger welling up inside him, an anger that seemed about to explode.

At this moment, Song Gui stared at Qin Yi and said, "You're just at your last gasp. Even if you can hold your own a little longer than Junior Brother Han, your combat strength is far inferior to his. What right do you have to call Junior Brother Han a piece of trash?"

"Qin Yi, you're too arrogant!"

Qin Yi: "Which eye of yours saw that I was at my last gasp?"

Song Gui snorted coldly and said, "Even I'm already feeling some pressure. Your cultivation level is what it is; you're on the verge of collapse right now, but you're very good at pretending, acting as if you're unaffected. You're so hypocritical!"

Qin Yi scoffed, a mocking look on his face, and said, "Just because you feel the pressure, does that mean I have to be on the verge of collapse? Song Gui, you think too highly of yourself."

Is it possible that you're not as resilient as I am?

"You could also interpret this as meaning that compared to me, you're no different from Han Wei—both are just trash!"

Song Gui was so angry her nostrils were practically flaring up. She roared, "Fine, then let's see how long you can keep up this act!"

Before we knew it, seven quarters of an hour had passed.

Three hundred and forty people have already been eliminated.

One hundred and thirty people remained standing on the training ground.

Qin Yi and Song Gui stood steadily.

But Qin Yi still maintained a calm expression.

Sweat was already beading on Song Gui's forehead.

There are still 15 minutes left.

The first round of selection for Tianxuan Palace is about to end.

The pressure emanating from the Overturning Heaven Formation continued to intensify.

One by one, those who were sitting cross-legged, circulating their internal energy to resist the pressure, could not hold on any longer, and left the training ground with a look of defeat and frustration on their faces.

Some people tried to hold on, but ended up collapsing and vomiting blood, and had to be carried off the training ground.

Although those who were eliminated all knew in their hearts that they would not get one of the final five spots.

The people who would represent Tianxuan Palace to compete with the other six palaces' prodigies could not possibly be them.

But they all wanted to show their best side in the selection battle of Tianxuan Palace.

After all, today, all the high-ranking members of Tianxuan Palace have gathered.

These ordinary disciples rarely have the opportunity to come into contact with the higher-ups of Tianxuan Palace. If they can seize the opportunity to leave a better impression on a powerful figure, they might be able to obtain a chance in the future.

In martial arts cultivation, competition is fierce at every turn, especially for those without a background or outstanding talent. They have no choice but to try every possible means to seize even the most slim chance.

As time goes by little by little.

The first round of selection has finally come to an end.

For a full hour, out of 470 participants, only 132 persevered.

Only Qin Yi and Song Gui remained standing throughout the entire process.

After the power of the Overturning Heaven Formation dissipated.

In the training ground, the remaining 132 people, except for Qin Yi, all breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Yi's breathing was very steady, as if nothing had happened in the past hour.

Song Gui initially thought Qin Yi was putting on an act, but now he was certain that Qin Yi was genuinely relaxed. Therefore, Song Gui dared not stare at Qin Yi anymore, fearing that Qin Yi would retort to him.

Qin Yi was very eloquent, and Song Gui was afraid he wouldn't be able to win the argument. The main reason was that the results of this round of selection didn't give him the confidence and assurance to face Qin Yi.

Han Wei stood up, looking dejected, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked at Qin Yi.

When Qin Yi looked at him, his gaze immediately darted away. He then took a deep breath and said, "In this round of selection, it's possible that your physical body has been well-tempered, but that doesn't mean you're stronger than me..."

Qin Yi sneered and said, "I told you, trash, don't talk to me."

Han Wei was so angry he almost vomited blood.

"Junior Brother Qin, you're amazing!" Feng Ao exclaimed with admiration.

Feng Linglong's eyes flickered.

Is Qin Yi's physical body really that strong?

That's outrageous!

I wonder if Junior Sister Meng'er can withstand it?

"Sister, why are you blushing?" Feng Ao noticed something was off about Feng Linglong's expression and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Feng Linglong's expression returned to normal, and she said, "You talk too much?"

Feng Ao: "..."

At this time.

Mu Wan, the Palace Master of Tianxuan Palace, said, "The results of the first round of selection are out, so let's begin the second round. The second round will be conducted by drawing lots."

Elder Han Donglin stood up, preparing to personally preside over the drawing of lots.

"Wait a minute," Mu Wan said.

Han Donglin looked at Mu Wan and asked, "Is there anything else Palace Master Mu would like to say?"

Mu Wan said, "Let me, the Palace Mistress, preside over the drawing of lots."

Han Donglin's expression changed slightly, and he said, "What, Palace Master Mu, do you not trust me? Do you think I would tamper with the lottery?"

Mu Wan said calmly, "This is what the Grand Elder guessed himself; I didn't say anything."

But what no one expected was that at this moment, Qin Yi, who was standing on the training ground, suddenly bowed to the high platform.

"Palace Master Mu, I would like to ask if it is possible to skip the drawing of lots? I can directly choose an opponent."

"Anyway, I think Han Wei really wants to defeat me personally, so I'll just have a showdown with him."

"Everyone knows very well that there was absolutely no possibility of me deliberately helping the other side in my battle with Han Wei. Therefore, it should not have any negative impact on the fairness of this selection."

These words were spoken.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Han Donglin wanted to tamper with the draw so that Han Wei could personally defeat Qin Yi and wash away the humiliation he had just suffered.

However, Mu Wan's interference in the lottery disrupted Han Donglin's plans.

Before they could lure Qin Yi to the edge of the pit they dug, Qin Yi jumped into it on his own!

Before Mu Wan could respond, Elder Han Donglin said, "Palace Master Mu, I think we could make an exception this time."

Then, other high-ranking members of Tianxuan Palace successively expressed their opinion that there was no problem.

Mu Wan's eyes flickered, her thoughts racing. The reason she wanted to personally preside over the lottery was because she was worried that Han Donglin would try to sabotage Qin Yi.

But now that Qin Yi has said that...

Mu Wan believed that although Qin Yi was a passionate young man, he was definitely not impulsive and reckless. Therefore, she nodded and said, "Okay, this exception will only be made once!"

Qin Yi cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Palace Master Mu."

"Many thanks to the seniors of Tianxuan Palace for their support."

"I promise, I will deliver a fantastic match!"

At this moment, Han Wei's eyes, which had been filled with resentment, suddenly revealed an extremely excited expression.

"Qin Yi, you're overestimating yourself and asking for trouble!"

"Do you really want to climb over me to get ahead?"

"I'll make you suffer a crushing defeat, and show you what it means to be outmatched!"

Qin Yi glanced at Han Wei with a disdainful look, but didn't say a word.

He showed everyone through his actions that he didn't want to talk to trash.

Han Wei was so angry that his eyes widened and his hair stood on end, making him look just like an angry little hedgehog!