More than 200 people actually said much, when the sun returned to the horizon, the sky seemed to have a dim meaning, and the first race unconsciously came to an end. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The public notices under the city walls were torn and pasted, pasted and torn, and the results of batch after batch were constantly refreshed, but they were always the same, nothing more than hovering between zero and ten.

There are only two spots that have been on the top and have never changed positions.

They are Wuxian at the top of the list and Ning Hao at the bottom.

Only the two of them really opened the reverse scales, which can be regarded as a veritable opening of the bow, and the others have no meaning except to come over to fill up for their own family, compared to who has been on the bowstring for longer.

After all, only the top ten have points, and the families outside the top ten can only keep the benchmark score.

The first place plus 100 points, the second place plus 70 points, the third place plus 40 points, the top three points increase is relatively large, there are a total of six individual competitions, basically will be divided by the big family, quickly take the lead, the rest of the small family in the front six games have been in a passive state.

In fact, these six individual competitions were originally tailored for the big family, and they were specially used to evaluate what kind of advantages the newcomers cultivated in these big families had.

It's all a warm-up, and when it comes to the last team competition, the intensity of the competition will really show.

……

"That's the end of the game. With the referee's final order, the first event was officially over.

"Let's go. Wuxian motioned for Murong Jie to follow her.

"Why don't you leave?" The referee was stunned for a moment when he saw Wuxian walking back against the crowd, and then saw Murong Jie behind her, and his mind was even more confused.

Some sharp-eyed people noticed that Wuxian had not left, and they also stayed, intending to wait and see what would follow.

Wu Yan smiled slightly, but did not reply. She looked at the scales that had been re-hung on the watchtower, and her tone was ethereal, "It's been five hundred years, you shouldn't be silent anymore, come back and show your style to the world again." ”

The referee touched the back of his head and was confused, who was he talking to? He looked at Murong Jie with a look of help, and Murong Jie also signaled with his eyes that he didn't care.

There was a pause in the air for a while, and after a while, there was a brief jolting sound from the walls of the watchtower.

With a whoosh, I saw a dazzling golden light in the dim sky, and the scales flew out of the watchtower, circling back and forth over the city wall several times, the bowstring trembling without wind, making a whirring sound, as if rejoicing in his freedom.

What's going on?

The crowd was dumbfounded.

Didn't it always be in a state of self-isolation?

Even more surprising is yet to come.

The reverse scales circled enough, and finally stabilized in mid-air, emitting a circle of soft light around his body, and the light condensed into a lifelike hand, stretching out to the ground, reaching out in front of Wuxian and Murong Jie.

Murong Jie looked at the hand, his eyes flashed with astonishment, and then he turned his head to look at Wu Xian.

"Why are you still stunned? It has invited you, and you don't want to make a statement?" Wuxian teased him with a smile.

Murong Jie hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his right hand and shook it with the hand that was transformed by light in midair.

The soft light touched his hands and dispersed, turning into a wisp of white mist like a light veil and burrowing into his eyebrows.

Murong Jie's whole body trembled violently, his eyes were momentarily confused, and a golden rune lit up in the center of his eyebrows, echoing the reverse scales in the air.

Looking at this posture, no matter how stupid everyone is, they know what the situation is.

"Scales are recognizing the Lord?"

The onlookers who saw the truth were stunned.

The reverse scale belongs to the holy weapon, and it is generally only controlled by saint-level powerhouses. What's more, the reverse scale has only had one master from beginning to end - its creator Ning Jiang.

No one would have imagined that it would confess the Lord again.

The more advanced the magic weapon, the more aura it has, and it has a certain consciousness of its own. At the level of the Hallows, you can choose the master independently.

Ning Jiang, the previous master of the reverse scale, was the general of Zhenyuan before his death, and the master chosen this time, Murong Jie, was a great general, I have to say that this fate is really destined by God.

If you let Wuxian hear their hearts, you probably can't help but laugh. Because there is no so-called fate at all, the relationship between Reverse Scale and Murong Jie was discussed by her and Ning Jiang in advance.

Ning Jiang's remnant soul needs to be nourished, and he can't leave Reverse Scale, so the best way is to find another master for Reverse Scale and rebuild a new spiritual connection.

It's a win-win partnership. For Ning Jiang, he was equivalent to using the reverse scales as a medium to repair his soul with the help of Murong Jie's power. For Murong Jie, having obtained a holy weapon and adding a soul, his combat power and spiritual power would increase by leaps and bounds.

……

Murong Jie was receiving the inheritance of the reverse scales, and then there was nothing to do, she walked down the city wall silently alone.

The sky was already dark, three or two stars hung in the night sky, and the thin starlight could not stop the invasion of the night.

"You're finally out......" Before she had finished the steps, she heard someone's limp sigh at the base of the wall beneath her feet.

Broken!

Wuxian patted her head, patronizing the competition and Ning Jiang's affairs, she actually forgot that Ye Liufeng and they were still waiting for her.

"I'm really sorry," Wu Xian apologized, "something happened in the middle, and I forgot to say hello to you in advance because I delayed until now." ”

"It's okay, it's good to come back, the main thing is to worry about your accident. Ye Liufeng's eyes rolled, stretched out his slender arm, and hooked her neck with his height advantage, "However, your performance today is very good, win beautiful, haha! You came back late, otherwise you can see how ugly Zhuge Hongyue's angry face is!"

Zhuge Red Moon?

Wuxian was reminded by him, and remembered that there seemed to be a gambling contract between her and Zhuge Hongyue.

"She must be very unwilling. Wu Jian could imagine her reaction when she heard the results.

"It's not just unwilling, haven't you seen her angry and unscrupulous face!"

Wu Xian smiled and didn't say anything more.

If Zhuge Hongyue didn't make this bet with her, then she might not have such a strong desire to win, and she wouldn't bother to think about the weirdness of the reverse scales, maybe in the end, it was really Zhuge Hongyue who won the first.

But after making this bet, how could she admit defeat in vain?

By the way, she suddenly thought that she had to go back and ask Ye Yu if there was any way to heal her soul and regulate her spirit, and Ning Jiang and Lin Chong both needed it.

Although she had studied medicine, that bit of medical skill could only start to help the wounded, and in terms of soul, she couldn't even be considered a beginner.