Zhao Yang is just an ordinary vain ghost in the city of vain death.

Early in the morning, just after dawn outside, a burst of shouts reached his ears through the old window lattice, and he could not sleep.

"What is this doing?"

With a hazy sleepiness, he muttered and opened his eyes irritably, and the blue stubble on his chin was already full.

A ray of light came into his eyes.

I had been drinking with a few fox friends last night, and his cultivation was not very high, so he couldn't hold it at all, he didn't sleep enough at this time, and there was a lot of noise outside, and Zhao Yang's eyes couldn't help but be blood-red.

"Mother, isn't it just a competition? noisy, noisy, noisy!"

In a bad mood, he started scolding, and directly threw the quilt on his body on the ground, and suddenly got up!

The furnishings in the house are very simple.

A bed, a square table, four stools, a wardrobe, and a small formation for cultivation, and a wishful bell hanging from the window by the owner of the house.

Such houses are the most common in the city of vain.

A ghost cultivator with no background and no money, it is actually not bad to be able to live in such a place.

At this moment, there is a crumpled piece of paper on the table, vaguely stained with a little bit of last night's wine.

Zhao Yang glanced at it, his head was dizzy at this time, and he was not close, so he naturally couldn't make out the handwriting on the paper.

It seems that a few friends stuffed it into him yesterday?

It seems to be the eighteen-story upstairs this year?

I can only vaguely remember that those friends said that there was a big excitement this year.

However, he was quite drunk at the time, and his mouth was full of good, so he took it directly, and put it in his arms, which looked crumpled.

Rivalry?

Hum.

Is there anything else to see about this thing?

Zhao Yang's time in the city of vain is actually not long, and he has only been in his thirties, but Ding Zheng has seen several sessions, and he has to come every few years.

At first, Zhao Yang was still trying to join in the fun, but later he found that it was impossible for him to get ahead in it, so he went down with the heat.

Especially the last two battles, it is nothing more than killing and killing.

Today you are darker than me, tomorrow I am hotter than you, calculating and calculating, the strong can always win......

After watching too much, Zhao Yang can tell who loses and who wins with his eyes closed.

There are so many people in the entire Polar Region, why can't they be more distinctive?

Therefore, Zhao Yang is too lazy to pay attention to this year's competition.

Chasing the top also requires Xuanyu, although he still has enough money to spend, he really doesn't want to waste it in such a boring place.

"Well, let this group of heavenly prides fight slowly...... Anyway, Lao Tzu won't take a penny out of his pocket again. ”

Zhao Yang said this to himself, and also to the Bafang Yan Hall who couldn't hear this.

"Aha......"

He stretched, yawned, staggered to the table, reached out and grabbed the piece of paper on it, glanced at it casually, and was about to throw it away.

"It's the same every year, and it's not intentional—huh?"

Zhao Yang's voice suddenly raised a somewhat surprised ending.

The five fingers that were about to be rubbed up also stopped at this moment.

A pair of bloodshot hazy sleepy eyes slowly widened at this moment, and even the mouth opened wide.

"Did I not wake up and read the mistake?"

Quickly raised a hand, rubbed his eyes, and looked at it again-

I'll go!

The words on it haven't changed?

Didn't you rub it carefully? Rub it again with some force, and look again!

It's still those two lines!

“……”

Zhao Yang, who slept for two hours at most, was awakened alive.

He held the crumpled page of paper and couldn't believe his eyes.

After a long time of messiness, he suddenly burst into a foul mouth: "Lao Tzu's Bafang Yandian is really shameless in order to make money!!"

This kind of nonsense, dare to take it out as a gimmick?

Although Lao Tzu's cultivation is low, it's not that he doesn't know how to cultivate!

Damn, who are you fooling?!

"The Polar Bead Realm Cultivator is the weakest!"

"Unprecedented, subversive!"

"Dust Soul Bead, light like fireflies!"

"Weak female cultivator, the battle of the battle, is it life or death?"

…… Life or death, your whole family!

Such exaggerated descriptions and descriptions are really shameless!

Zhao Yang felt that if he knew the concoctor of this thing, he would definitely mercilessly stuff this piece of paper into his mouth!

The dust soul beads, the light is like fireflies!

Such a small soul bead, you fucking show me the cultivation?

You don't have to make a draft to lie, the cowhide is blowing to the sky!

"It's really hopeless, it seems that I'm really short of money and crazy......"

Zhao Yang shook his head and sneered, not believing it at all.

It's just trying to trick people into paying attention.

He spat at the page, cursed in his heart for "grandstanding", and finally crumpled the thing into a lump and threw it at the bottom of the table.

There was still a commotion outside.

Zhao Yang wanted to lie down and go back to sleep, but he felt that he couldn't sleep much because it was so noisy.

"Isn't it just a start? What is there to focus on in the essay exam? It's not exciting at all! It's really ......."

Well?

Wait a minute.

Literary exam.

Only then did Zhao Yang realize that he had overlooked something.

That's right, it's just a literary test.

Generally speaking, there is nothing to see in the literary exam, and people pay attention to it just to know who will participate in the third round of the real fight.

Whether it is the Eight Directions Yama Hall or the Ten Directions Ghost Clan, in this round, the relevant information will be provided to all the ghost cultivators in the Extreme Region for free.

In other words, you don't have to pay attention to the second round.

Zhao Yang stood in front of his humble bed, and when he saw the quilt that he threw on the ground, he was too lazy to bend down to pick it up.

He swore that he never wanted to waste a piece of jade for Ding Zheng again.

But this year, several bigwigs in the Polar Region have blown the cowhide so big, he is really a little curious, is there really a person as small as a soul bead?

This is completely unreasonable!

“…… Anyway, I don't need money, it's just a waste of a day to see, and I don't want to die......"

Zhao Yang touched his chin and thought about it.

"The important thing is, is there really such a monk?"

By the way, where are the monks who participated in the competition?

Zhao Yang thought of this stubble for a moment, and when he looked back, he saw that the paper ball had been thrown away by himself.

"What a self-inflicted sin!"

He cursed again, and walked over in a very shameless manner, burrowed under the table, and pulled out the paper ball that he had thrown away earlier.

The already crumpled paper, after being kneaded again, made it even more messy.

Zhao Yang muttered, a little impatient to unfold it.

The handwriting on it is heavy and legible.

"The first Qin Guangwang Palace, in the early stage of the pearl, the city of death in vain, see sorrow, female cultivator. ”

Hah!

Not only did he come out of the city in vain, but he also occupied the quota of the Qin Guangwang Palace!

It's exciting!

"And it's a woman's ......"

Zhao Yang's eyes lit up at once.

Because there is a city king Jiang Ling in the Bafang Yan Palace, she is a female cultivator, and she has never wanted to see other female cultivators die in vain in the Ding Battle, so her subordinates try not to choose from the Ding Competition, but more directly come to the Death City to pick first.

The king of the city has always been special in the Eight Directions Yama Palace, and no one cares about this kind of behavior.

But this leads to a problem -

There are very few female cultivators who participate in the competition, especially in the vain city.

As for the other female cultivators who participated in the competition, too many of them came from the top ten ghost clans.

Zhao Yang couldn't help but think back to the situation in the previous sessions......

A nun with fish gills, a nun with a leopard's tail, a nun with a bull's head, a nun with a horse face, and a nun with a swarthy skin and a three-strand fork when she fights......

It's not that they are not beautiful, this is mainly because Zhao Yang himself originally lived on an isolated island in the world and was a normal "person" aesthetic.

The Ten Great Ghost Clans were established by the Ten Yin Shuai, and they were all born in this Extreme Domain, and unlike people, their cultivation techniques were the same.

The male cultivators of the ten ghost clans are stumbling, and the female cultivators are not much better.

Especially when it comes to fighting......

There is no beauty at all.

As soon as he thought of it, Zhao Yang couldn't help but shiver and shuddered.

Right now, this is actually a female cultivator from the city of vain, and there is no indication behind her name that she belongs to the ten ghost clans, that is, she cultivates by herself.

So......

This person must be a normal female cultivator!

I just don't know what it looks like......

The person who wrote this thing is so immoral!

Can't you just make a portrait and put it on it?

Is!

Zhao Yang couldn't help but start spraying these guys who were in charge of building momentum in his heart, but at the same time, his mind couldn't help but float.

Although he swore before that he would not pay a child for the Ding Fight again, he would not spend Xuanyu in the second round!

So, paying attention to it yourself isn't a violation of your oath, right?

"Smack!"

Suddenly clasped his hands together, pressing the page together.

Zhao Yang nodded affirmatively: "Yes, it's not a violation of the oath! I'm just going to see if it's true, and I won't violate the third round of ...... out of pocket."

Very well, that's it.

Zhao Yang finished arguing with himself in his heart, and when he heard that the outside was already boiling, his heart was like a cat's paw scratching, so he rushed directly to the door, grabbed his robe, opened the door and walked out.

The streets were already full of people, and everyone walked in groups in the direction of the eighteen-story upper floor.

There is a small square over there, where the second round of each Ding competition will be held, which is very similar to the imperial examination, and the results are basically on the spot.

The monks of the city of the dead took the test in the square of the city of the dead, and the same was true of the other cities.

It is not until the end of the second round that everyone will pass through the entrance of the eighteen layers of hell and enter the same venue.

Zhao Yang walked and put his robe on his body.

A thin man from the Riyou clan next to him walked over and was very surprised when he saw Zhao Yang: "Brother Zhao, look at your direction, you are also going to see the competition, aren't you ......?"

During the competition the year before last, Zhao Yang spent hundreds of Xuanyu in order to see who won the Ding Yuan in the end.

As a result, as soon as the fight was over, he scolded directly, swearing to his group of friends that he would never pay half a child for Ding Zheng again.

The guy in front of him was one of the people present at the time.

Hearing the other party greeting him, Zhao Yang felt a sense of weakness for no reason.

He laughed dryly, and said forcefully: "I'm just going to see the second round, you know, this round doesn't charge money......"

"That's right. ”

The friends of the day-traveling tribe didn't pursue it much.

But he soon got together with Zhao Yang, and he was excited: "You must be disappointed in Ding Zheng, you didn't pay too much attention, let me tell you, there is a very special female cultivator in Ding Zheng this year, I heard that her soul bead is the weakest and smallest in the history of the Extreme Domain!"

"I ...... too"

Fart!

Before the word "also" spoke, Zhao Yang hated to give himself an ear scraper!

I almost revealed that I was also very concerned about the nature of this problem!

He hurriedly coughed, and said, "I haven't heard of this, and there is such a thing?"

Something seems wrong......

However, the surroundings were too noisy, so the one from the Riyou clan didn't hear the half of the sentence that Zhao Yang pinched out in front of him.

He just maintained an excited curiosity, and he couldn't wait to talk to Zhao Yang clearly.

"Really, I just don't know what the hell it's like. It's been crazy in the city these days, you don't know, it's really ...... Let me tell you, some people said that they had seen her in Shanhai City, and the soul bead was really so small, it was almost impossible to see if you weren't careful, and it was the same as a needle!"

"Hey, did you go to see that nun too?"

A voice interjected next to him, and it turned out to be a strong man from the bull-headed clan who he didn't know, his face was red at the moment, and he was also very excited, and when he opened his mouth, it seemed that his whole chest was making a sound, which shook people's ears and buzzed.

Zhao Yang's heart is simply a dog.

He just wanted to answer his friend's words, and someone else rushed to answer?

"I ......"

"yes, yes, you too, brother?"

Before Zhao Yang could speak, the Riyou Clan monk had already found a confidant, and he floated up directly, grabbing the broad shoulders of the Niutou Clan monk who was much taller than him.

"I'll tell you, some people say it's a beauty, do you know a beauty?"

The strong man of the Minotaur didn't seem to know this, and his eyes lit up: "I haven't heard of this, is it a big head and long horns?"

“……”

The thin man of the Riyou clan suddenly felt that his arm holding the other party was a little stiff.

Different races, different aesthetics!

What does this have to do with horns?

After a few words in his heart, the thin man didn't know what to say.

Zhao Yang, who had been hanging aside for a while, sneered, and scolded two words in his heart: vulgar!

The bottom of these top ten ghost clans, bull heads, horses, faces, fish gills, are all fucking ugly!

"What's wrong?"

The men of the Minotaur clan still didn't know what they were saying wrong, and they were a little confused.

The thin man of the Riyou clan hurriedly shook his head, "hehe" laughed twice, and decisively changed the subject: "Anyway, it should be very beautiful." How did you say she got the quota given by His Royal Highness King Qin Guang?"

Unexpectedly, before the man of the Minotaur could answer, someone on the street interjected.

"What if it's a genius?"

"! I think it's just going to trick us into digging out Xuanyu!"

"Makes sense!"

"But this time, the Bafang Yan Hall and the Ten Great Ghost Clans have made a mistake, right? Release the news so early, hum, the second round doesn't cost money! Uncle, I will leave after seeing the excitement, but I won't pay for the third round. ”

"Haha, I'm ...... too"

"I want to see the Li Gongzi of the Ghost Royal Clan, and the one who looks like a dead man, who is called?"

"Zhang Tang, Lao Tzu died at his hands back then! Ling Chi, do you know ......?"

……

All of a sudden, the whole street was bustling with activity.

The thin man of the Riyou clan, the man of the Niutou clan, and Zhao Yang all glanced at each other, and they didn't know what expression to make-

It turned out that there were so many people, all of whom were going for the "weakest soul bead female cultivator in history"?

……

The same conversation, the same scene, actually happened in other corners of the polar region.

The seventy-two cities of the underworld all held the second round of the literary examination at the same time, and the piece of paper on Zhao Yang's table had already been sprinkled all over the underworld.

Almost everyone was scared by the gimmick of this year's session.

Some people believe that King Qin Guang is not so unreliable, and some people think that this is nonsense, which is even more dreamy than soaring in the daylight, and it is simply impossible.

Of course, there are also people who open a gambling game and bet on a "true or false".

Most people actually have the same idea as Zhao Yang.

Anyway, the second round of the Ding Contest can be seen without Xuanyu, and on any central square in the seventy-two cities, you can see the situation of other cities, so there is an unprecedented strange scene in the Extreme Region.

For example, when the people of the capital city rushed to the square, they didn't talk about the monks of the city, but frequently mentioned two words-

See sorrow.

"Seeing the ...... of sorrow"

On the side of the square of the city of vain, Xing Wu looked at the page in his hand that he had read many times, his expression changed and changed, there was an indescribable complexity, and even inexplicable fear.

For the first time, he felt that the name of this nun was very appropriate.

When he suddenly saw this page, he couldn't believe his eyes.

The female cultivator in the former Pinzi Building, the female cultivator in the deep alley in the past......

Indeed, it is exactly in line with the characteristics described above: the soul bead that is too small to be believed!

She even came to the competition......

Moreover, like the disgusting Zhang Tang, he got the quota of the Qin Guang Palace?

For Xing Wu, this is like a dream, a ......

Nightmare.

There is not much time left until the second round of the tournament begins.

The ghost cultivators who have obtained the quota in the city of vain death have all gathered here one after another, and the monks from the ten ghost clans generally stand very close.

Xing Wu is a member of the Impermanent Clan, and today he came with the elders of the clan.

Several of his fellow clansmen, Xing Fei and Xing Feng's brothers, as well as the capable Xing Zhan, and Xing An, who was full of fat, were all standing far away from him, and they were getting together to talk and laugh.

"Hey, what do you say is sad, is it true?"

It was Xing Fei, the elder brother of the two brothers, who spoke, and he was a guy who had a lot of trouble with Xing Wu.

Hearing him speak, especially hearing the word "sorrowful", Xing Wu turned his head to look over and pricked up his ears.

Xing Feng snorted contemptuously: "It's so fake that it can't be fake! Look at the people around you, they all say that they are here to see that woman, stupid and superficial!"

"You can't say that, can you?"

Xing An is quite obese, but he looks like an honest man.

"His Royal Highness King Qin Guang doesn't look like a person who can make stupid moves, I think ......"

"No matter how gimmicky it is, it's just a small soul bead monk, a person who can pinch to death with one finger, why care?"

Before Xing An could finish his words, Xing Zhan, who was beside him with a tough face, had already raised a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth and concluded contemptuously.

"Seeing sorrow? This name is indeed very good, such a cultivation, I'm afraid that anyone will be worried when they see it, right?"

"Hahaha......"

Xing Zhan's words were very loud, and many people around him heard them.

All of a sudden, everyone laughed, and there was a lot of movement.

Xing Wu remained silent and did not speak.

His hand, as if he remembered the pain of the severe injury in the past, slowly, subconsciously, reached into his chest......

Once, there was a black sword that he had his eye on, and it passed through here.

The strange scene of the day's fight crossed my mind at once.

Just when he was about to touch the injury that was too good to be good, Xing Wu suddenly felt a little strange, and the corner of his eyes swept away, and there seemed to be someone in the crowd looking at him.

He looked up and saw a pair of black and white eyes!

Is that......

The outstretched hand, as if frozen, stopped in the middle of the road so stiffly.

Xing Wu's pupils constricted, and he suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe.

The edge of the bustling crowd is not far from their position.

A blue-robed female cultivator, holding a long sword with a sheath in her hand, with a plain face and light eyebrows, was looking at the Impermanence Clan.

The arrogant laughter was so harsh, but she didn't seem to be very annoyed, and she was light.

When she found Xing Wu looking at her, she slowly turned her gaze and looked at Xing Wu.

As if recognizing him, a hint of surprise and dismayness flashed through her eyes, but then it turned into other subtle emotions, hiding a feeling that made his scalp tingle.

Then, as if greeting an old acquaintance, she bowed her head slightly and smiled politely at him......

One, with a mad smile.