Next, the other disciples began their matches one after another, competing for the final rankings.
One thing was worth mentioning.
Chen Teng of the Mystic Sword Sect had ultimately fallen short in strength and was defeated by Mu Yang of the Divine Fist Sect.
With that, the top three places in the Grand Ceremony had been decided.
Su Yun took first, and Jiang Qingfeng second.
Mu Yang took third!
Chen Teng of the Mystic Sword Sect could only take fourth place.
"I never expected that my Mystic Sword Sect would fall out of the top three at this year's Disciple Ceremony!"
On the tall pavilion, the White-Robed Elder of the Mystic Sword Sect spoke with a complicated expression.
"Old Ghost Bai, hand it over!"
At that moment, Elder Tie Yun, standing nearby, smiled and held out his hand.
"I, Bai Mu, am not the sort of man who breaks his word."
"Here. Take it!"
The White-Robed Elder reluctantly glanced at the Treasure Box in his hand, then immediately tossed it over.
"Then I'll gladly accept this Mystic Origin Pill."
Tie Yun deliberately opened the Treasure Box, pinched the Mystic Origin Pill between his fingers, and smiled.
The White-Robed Elder was so angry his teeth ached. He simply flicked his sleeve and left.
Out of sight, out of mind!
Suddenly, the Great Elder arrived at the square and spoke in a loud voice.
"The top hundred in the Grand Ceremony, step forward to receive your rewards!"
One disciple after another came forward, their faces alight with excitement, to claim their ranking rewards.
The resources awarded this time were quite generous.
Smiles appeared on every disciple's face.
"Su Yun!"
At a certain moment, the Great Elder called out.
Su Yun immediately stepped forward.
He stood tall, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
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