Qingyun Sect, outer martial arts square.
The scorching sun burned the bluestone slabs, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sweat and inferior gold medicine. Under the arena, the crowd was crowded with outer disciples who craned their necks to watch the excitement. The noisy discussion was even noisier than a vegetable market.
"Have you heard? Today is the last competition for the outer sect. If Su Han wins, he can directly enter the inner sect!" A tall, thin man with a sinister eyebrow shouted at the top of his voice, wiping the white sweat on his forehead with his sleeves as he spoke.
"Tch, just him? An alchemy apprentice who deals with bad medicine scum every day, is he qualified to enter the inner gate? I think he is usually stupid when refining medicine, which means he is lucky enough to get a few weak persimmons." A fat man with a fleshy face next to him spat fiercely on the ground, "Bah! If he is allowed to enter the inner gate, I will stand on my head and eat shit!"
"You guys know nothing!" Another person interrupted, "Although Su Han's qualifications are average, he is known as a desperate Saburo. However, he was unlucky today. He encountered the senior brother personally supervising the battle, and people from the inner law enforcement hall were watching. This battle, tsk tsk..."
On the ring, Su Han was wearing gray linen clothes that had been washed white and stained with a few drug stains that couldn't be washed away. His chest was heaving violently. He stared intently at the opponent opposite him who was gorgeously dressed and full of arrogance, and then glanced at the Taishi chair directly above the ring, which was covered with snow-white monster skin.
