In the Jin Nation Academy's combat arena.
Thousands of people gathered there.
It looked extremely grand.
One by one, the newly matriculated disciples of the fifth generation looked at Ye Ping and Mo Xuan who were in the combat arena.
In their eyes, it wouldn't be long before Ye Ping and Mo Xuan collapsed onto the ground.
Although they were a bit repulsed by the rules that the newly matriculated students of Jin Nation Academy were subjected to, most of the cultivators were still gloating after all.
Since they had been beaten up, they naturally wanted to see others getting hit too. Otherwise, they would find it unjust.
At this moment, Li Yan interjected, "Ye Ping, Mo Xuan!"
As Li Yan's voice sounded, the two of them unanimously looked at him.
Everyone was astonished.
"Ye Ping?"
"What's his name?"
"Ye Ping? Do you mean Ye Ping from Qingzhou?"
"Is he that nephew of the Qingzhou Ancient City Lord?"
