The martial training ground was buzzing with noise.
Outer Sect disciples and Inner Sect disciples had almost all gathered here.
Elite disciples had also nearly all arrived.
At this moment, on a high platform in the martial training ground, stood several youths of exceptional temperament.
These were none other than the elite disciples of the Beichen Sword Sect.
Among them, Long Yan had his arms crossed over his chest, looking utterly indifferent.
Tang Tianhen, on the other hand, had the air of a graceful and dashing scholar, appearing as if he was a well-read student.
Zhao Kai was tall and sturdy, wearing a red battle robe and radiating a thick aura of bloodthirsty fierceness.
Besides these three prodigies, there were also two women.
The sixth-ranked Wang Feifei and the seventh-ranked Sun Yan.
Both were beauties who attracted numerous gazes.
Chen Tianqing was among them, looking extremely grim at the moment, with even a hint of poison and resentment in his eyes.
