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Following the appearance of a dashing burly man with a gloomy face and a nose that was hacked horizontally, the mocking voice abruptly stopped. A fifteen to sixteen year old youth lowered his head, not daring to utter another sound.
Everyone within the family knew that although they did not put Qing Lei in their eyes, no one dared to talk about Qing Lei's father, Qing Cheng.
This legend had saved the entire clan, and was known as the number one of Qing Family in Qingcheng. It was a hero that everyone in the clan respected and respected, and even the Patriarch had no choice but to put down his airs in front of Qingcheng. As for the elders in the clan, they were even more furious and did not dare to say anything. Although they were not very satisfied with his actions, they had been enduring it the entire time.
After all, his Qing Family was not the only clan present in the whole Taiping Town.
In the east of town, there was another person who had competed with Qing Family for nearly a hundred years.
The Qing Ye and Qing Ye Clans had always fought openly and secretly. If one was not careful, the other party would swallow all of their Qing Family without leaving a single bone behind.
And it was because of this reason that the Qing Family's annual Family Competition was extremely lively and grand.
"Father, you're here." Qing Lei, who was sitting quietly, suddenly opened his eyes and said softly as he stood up.
Although he could turn a deaf ear to those people, he still had to show some respect towards his father's arrival. After all, in this family, only his father was the best to him.
"Lei, Father knows that you are not trash. One day, you must prove to them that you are worthy of Father's pride." Looking at Qing Lei beside him, Qing Cheng asked with some concern.
He had once gone around asking about the symptoms of the disappearance of Dou Qi, hoping to restore his son's former title of genius. Unfortunately, after going around the entire An Xi city, he was still unable to find any clues.
"Father, I will try my best to prove myself." Qing Lei said firmly as he looked up at Qing City.
"Very good, this is the son of my Qingcheng. It's not a waste of your mother's hopes for you." At the mention of Qing Lei's mother, Qing Cheng's expression darkened.
"Mother …" Just what kind of person is he? " Hearing his father's words, Qing Lei's expression also turned a bit strange as he asked out of curiosity.
Qing Lei had never seen his mother ever since he was born. Qing Lei didn't know what kind of person his mother was, but he always heard his father talk about her, so he didn't want to say much.
"Alright, the selection is about to begin. I'm going." Hearing Qing Lei's question, Qing City immediately changed the topic and took the chance to leave.
"As expected, father is still like that." Qing Lei was already used to his father's reaction.
"I announce that the annual competition of Qing Family will begin now. Firstly, you must test your cultivation, and everyone who hasn't gone through the Coming of Age Ceremony will attend. Whoever's name I call must test their cultivation. "First one, Qing Yan …"
As the old man on the tall platform spoke, a young man around thirteen years old walked up the stage and started to test his cultivation level on the Eye Crystal.
"Qingyan!" Dou Qi: 6 Duan, Level: Intermediate! "
"Ye-brother Qingyan, well done …" Before he could finish his shout, he was interrupted by the old man's voice.
"Next, Qingping."
Time passed by quickly. Along with the elder's announcement, one youth after another got up and walked off the stage like they were riding a horse.
The old man seemed to have placed the most outstanding last. Aside from the sixth phase Azure Flame, most of the others were around fourth to fifth phase.
"Next, Qing Lei." As the old man shouted, it was Qing Lei's turn.
Hearing Qing Lei's voice, the crowd in the square immediately quietened down. They silently looked at the thin figure and slowly walked up the stage.
Qing Lei closed his eyes as he probed the pupil of the crystal monument with familiarity.
Moments later, the blue-black stone monument gradually lit up.
"Dou Qi, third phase."
"Qing Lei!" Dou Qi: Level Three, Level: Low! "
Although the sounds of ridicule were very soft, it still reached the ears of the high ranking members of the clan onstage. At this moment, their faces were all different, some were mocking, some were preparing to watch a show, and most were vindictive and crazy. They had been suppressed by Qingcheng for a long time, and finally, because of his son, they were all released.
However, even though Qing Lei was mocked by the spectators, Qing Lei still had a look of disbelief on his face. He clearly remembered that ever since he started training in the Burning Heaven Arts, his Dou Qi had been decreasing, and there were no exceptions, but why did he miraculously recover a stage now?
There must be a problem.