"The blood of Nan Huang...... The flow is too small"

The old woman sat quietly in her place, coughed, looked at the blood on her hands, and said softly: "I don't want Bai Ze, but only then can Bai Ze go to Middle-earth, where the Bai Ze people should live." You'll know I'm right......"

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Thousands of monks poured into the mountains beyond the Bai Zegong Valley. At that moment, there were dazzling lights everywhere and breath everywhere. It seems that the battle of the Ancient Seven Heroes has started here again.

Whether it is for the status of his son or to prove himself, every monk who dares to enter this mountain range is doing his best. They don't want to be the little wave of this era. They all want to be masters of this era. If they want to become masters, they must show their talent in the eyes of all today.

The number of orders for Silver Radiance is only 280, and thousands of monks are fighting for 280 seats. The battle was not a tragedy. The clash of lights and the screams came one after the other. In this millennium of peace, this tragic situation is enough to grieve. The figure who falls from the mountain is not in a mental state, but a minor monk in a mental state, the most talented monk in the Southern Wasteland under the age of 300. Every loss is a heavy blow to the Southern Wastelands.

Luckily, most of the celestial heroes here come from the disciples of the Qixiong clan or the disciples of the princes, so when you see the figure of a monk falling towards the mountains, a ray of clear light will fall from the clouds to protect the monk. In this way, you can avoid these seriously injured disciples from being touched by others, so as not to cause the consequences of the collision to cause falling.

But even so, the death toll is rising. After all, the number of martial arts elders of this big faction was small, and thousands of people would win or lose in an instant in a fierce collision. Even if the martial arts world wanted to save, they didn't have that much inner strength to deal with the fierce battle of the entire mountain.

Although the military elders of the clan loved to lose their disciples, there was no way to stop such a battle. After all, the rules were set by the Shura Sword faction. If you feel like you don't have someone else's technology, you probably won't attend this great gathering. But who is willing to abandon their own face and automatically give up this competition of the younger generation of disciples.

In addition, disciples of the Shura Sword Sect also participated in the battle. Unlike other masters, if a disciple of the Shura Sword Sect was seriously injured and fainted, no elder would come to their rescue. Even if they die in the mountains, no one will notice. This is not the ruthlessness of the Shura swordsmanship, but their tradition. In the Shura Sword District, life-and-death struggles are commonplace. Only growing up in this almost cruel Shura region is the real need of Shura Kendo. This is also a tradition tens of thousands of years later. Although the Shura Sword Sect had the smallest number of monks, their strong men were the most powerful.

Bai Kun's anger is not so much the hatred of steel as the hatred of steel. Although Bai Huanting is his master, he is no different from his granddaughter. Little Nothing knows that he is still trapped in the Bodhi Cave of Nirvana with a heavy contract. It's really stupid. Regardless of whether Xiao Wuyou can defeat all the talents here, he wants Xiao Wuyou to prove himself. He has not forgotten his original promise. If Xiao Wuyou was a coward, Bai Kun wouldn't mind. He killed the ungrateful man with his own hands.

"Grandpa, you don't understand, no one can go against the will of grandparents. I don't want my brother to be like my dad ......"

When Bai Huanting mentioned her father, a deep voice erupted in front of the main hall.

"Pingting, come back!" In the voice, there is an inviolable will.

This voice made the legs of the cultivator like Bai Kun tremble. She almost fell to her knees, but Bai Huanting seemed to have heard of it. Her eyes looked at the sky again, and she muttered a few words, then she turned back to the hall.

Bai Kun was sweating profusely. For so many years, every time he heard this voice, he felt powerless to resist. When he returned to God, he looked up at the sky, smiled wryly and said, "Little friendless, do you really want to be a coward?"

Just now, Bai Huanting turned around and left that sentence, which made Bai Kun full of pity for this weak woman. Because of the last words she said, she still hoped that Xiao Wuyou would not come. Only when she truly loves someone does she not want him to take risks.

"Why did you become like this, young lady's father and grandfather?" Bai Kun muttered to himself.

His Baikun was just an ordinary expert in the Baize family. He was far away from the truly terrifying Hakuba family, so he didn't know anything about some of the new members of the Hakuba family. For example, where did Bai Huanting's parents go? Why didn't Bai Huanting let Xiao Wuyou come to Bai Ze's house? What mortal danger awaited him?

Wasted time, he's just a useless piece of waste in the Boz house now. If it weren't for Bai Huanting, he would have been imprisoned in the dungeon of Bai Zegong a long time ago. It is impossible to see the sky. Thinking of this, the sigh in his heart made his figure gradually blur. He doesn't care about the war outside.

The opening statement of the Son of God did not change because of this little episode. The intensity is rising.

There is no specific support for the goal, even for those who only care about one battle after another. They want to keep every moment firmly in the ocean of knowledge, like a conversation after a meal, but since it is fireworks, it comes and goes quickly.

There are only ten days from the start of the preliminary round to the end of the competition. How many battles were fought in the mountains in the past 10 days? It is estimated that even Wu Zun could not count them. But when we see the thick, bloody air filling the air, we can imagine what happened that day.

Bai Zehao wielded a blood-stained spirit sword. For him, there were no difficulties in the battle of thousands of people. He turned out to be a crimson robe that seemed to be soaked in blood. In fact, there was not a single drop of blood on him. He watched the faint breath miles away, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"How many silver coins did you rob?" I only took 4 pieces. At this time, a red-robed man flashed a few times, came to Bai Zehao's side, and asked curiously.

Bai Zepeng, who came here, is also a famous genius of Bai Ze's young generation. However, he is different from other geniuses. His character is not arrogant, but there is a hint of eccentricity. Perhaps because of this, Bai Zehao, who has always been proud, can become good friends with him.

As soon as Bai Zehao waved his hand, the five lamps fell into Bai Zepeng's hands. Looking at the five lights, Bai Zepeng also shouted: "Hao, you are too big." You stole seven silver plates. ”

Bai Zehao said firmly: "This competition is more interesting than I imagined. ”

According to Bai Zehao's eyes, Bai Zepeng is also glowing. Although these numbers were tens of miles away, the silver light in their hands could not cover them, because at least one man had five silver bills in his hand.

Two hundred and eighty silver medals represent two hundred and eighty places. According to common sense, this is true. But in Bai Zeqi's rules, it is not said that a monk can only take one token. Since it was not said, it means that even if more tokens were taken, the rules of the game were not violated.

Bai Zehao was not interested in a one-on-one duel with 280 monks, because in his opinion, his strength was inferior to his own, and he was not qualified to stand on the same challenge stage as him. Surprisingly, he's not the only one who thinks this way.

In fact, there are not many people who think this way. They can exclude as many opponents as possible in the preliminaries. Most people can think of this, but they can think of it and do it.