The Martial Arts Hall's front yard.
Shen Congyun swept his gaze over the crowd in an absent-minded manner.
At his current level on the Martial Path, he needed only one glance to see most of the foundations of these people who had not practiced martial arts for long.
As his gaze swept across them, he secretly shook his head in his heart.
They were all middling sorts, not even as good as that little girl.
Then, when his gaze landed on Zhou Xing, a faint ripple immediately appeared in his eyes.
"Skin Refining Achievement, comparable to a whetstone. To have reached this step at his age is not bad. He can be considered a genius."
Then his nose twitched slightly.
Even though they were several zhang apart, he could clearly distinguish the scents on everyone.
"The smell of medicine is extremely strong, already seeped into his bones. It seems his family background is not bad!"
"In that case, he can only be called average!"
After making his judgment, Shen Congyun shook his head slightly.
"Shen, did you discover something?" Wang Jin noticed the slight change in Shen Congyun beside him and could not help speaking.
When Shen Congyun heard this, he gave a scornful smile, then shook his head.
"What discovery could there be!" Then he said, "Didn't Old Brother Wang say the Martial Arts Hall had a grand event today? Why has it not begun yet?"
When Wang Jin heard Shen Congyun's words, disappointment immediately arose in his heart.
Looking at the gazes in the eyes of the disciples ahead, some of them seemed to have already understood that this was a turning point of fate, hope flickering in their eyes.
Wang Jin could not help sighing inwardly.
Master and disciple for a time—the chance I could fight for