As a result, most of these riches are those who have long since lost their potential in this great faction. Sometimes they may find one or two offspring that suits them, so they will go on a trip, but more often these young people just stay in the sect of the Great Sect. For them, the resources of the big faction are the opportunities they need to fight for. As for the ruins outside, that is to wait for your own cultivation and then think about it. The things of the years.

Among mortals, a hundred years is a peak, at sunrise and sunset of mortals, this 35-year-old is already an adult, but for those monks have been for hundreds of years, three fifteen years old, only one young teenager, maybe a few months of these teenagers practice. Therefore, even the 35-year mentality can be seen as a year with weak growth rings.

However, although they are very young, although they can't have many opportunities to go out and get a chance to go to the sky, Tianjiao Pavilion is definitely their most important, most important opportunity. For Tianjiao, Tianjiao Pavilion is very important. The same is true for those mediocre monks. Even Tianjiao Pavilion is the only chance to change his fate.

Those mediocre monks may not be able to join a powerful sect, and they may not be able to obtain sufficient farming resources. However, Tianjiao Pavilion is fair to them, as long as they are not older than the age they are able to enter, as long as they are able to enter Tianjiao Pavilion. There is something in this, and maybe the fate of this life will change. So, as soon as I heard the bells of the young monks, I put down the important things at hand and went straight to the bells.

As long as you dare to go to the Tianjiao Pavilion, no one is full of confidence in their qualifications, because no one will be willing to be a descendant, there may be bloody killings, but even if the earth is stained with blood, they will not I think I will have one of my own, so the opening of the Tianjiao Pavilion can attract most of the young heroes of the entire fanze land, why is this attic called Tianjiao also called.

In some cases, Tianjiao was not given by others, but built by himself. Therefore, whoever it is, the real Tianjiao, needs to see it in this heavenly court.

A young man, dressed in civilian clothes and carrying a black broken knife on his back, was walking step by step on the plain. Suddenly he heard the bell stop and looked at the position of the east, in his mouth. Grunted, "Will you start?" After the words fell, the young man continued to walk down, and behind him, there were footprints an inch deep on each foot.

Beneath the ground, a young man sits cross-legged. Suddenly, he looked at him for a moment, and a burst of laughter erupted from his mouth. "I'm finally starting, I'm impatient to wait, and finally I can kill again, haha. ”

At the top of the mountain, a young man was sweating profusely with a long snatch in his hand. As soon as the bell rang, the snatch in his hand slammed into the bushes not far from the front, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Tianjiao Pavilion."

On the southern border, in the northern wilderness, a young man stood here, looking at a small town in the distance. Although it is a small town, somehow, it can hear the noise of countless people, even far away.

The young man is Xiao carefree who has come out of the mountain of death.

"Brother, why are you coming here?" At this time, a cold wind sounded in Xiao's carefree heart.

Xiao Wuyou walked to a small town and said, "If you ask Jianzhong, Lin Xiu may fight for a place for me, but it is a little difficult for him." It's better to find a place this way. Then you can also test whether my efforts over the past ten years have been in vain. ”

"Well, that's okay. Zuo Leng did not object.

Tianjiao Pavilion, a monk under the age of 35 can enter, but if the monk is only asked about his age, then the monk on the land of Fanze can really cross the river like a crucian carp.

In the past, millions of monks went to Tianjiao Pavilion, but this has changed a lot, and it is not conducive to the balance of the land of Van Ze. Therefore, the clan forces established the principle of "each clan has a certain position distribution before the opening of Tianjiao Pavilion". The style is not clear to Xiao Wuyou and other outsiders.

For those who are weak, or those who do not rely on them, they also have the opportunity to enter the Tianjiao Pavilion, and this opportunity is to participate in the Tianjiao Pavilion selection battle held by a hundred small towns thousands of miles away from the Tianjiao Pavilion. Each town will elect 100 candidates, a total of 10,000 people, only 10,000 people are eligible to enter the Tianjiao Pavilion, and the rest cannot enter the Tianjiao Pavilion within a thousand miles.

Ten thousand places seems like a lot, but the number of people who come here to participate in the selection is millions, and the degree of cruelty is really no less difficult than the selection of disciples at some gates.

Then Xiao Wuyou walked into the town, where there were dozens of rolling tables. At this time, there was a monk fighting on the podium. He went to a registration office, looked at the young man in uniform and said, "Hello, fellow Daoist, I want to sign up for the Tianjiao Pavilion selection battle. ”

"Name, age," the young man asked without looking up.

"Without a trace, 32 years old," Xiao Wuyou replied.

The young man wrote a number on the box, he threw a wooden card to Xiao Wulan, and said lazily: "386003 number, wait for the phone to come to the station." ”

Xiao Wuyu looked at the youth registration information, very casually, not surprised at all. The man didn't find out if he was lying or reporting his real name, so he just registered, which confused him.

But his doubts were quickly answered, and only a pale-faced young man walked up, patted Xiao on the carefree shoulder, and said, "Brother, did you just come here?" Don't be surprised, as long as they are individual students, they will directly register him to participate in the competition.

Xiao Wulan said even more confused, "Ah? A pride pavilion, wasn't it just a 35-year-old monk who entered that day?

The young man chuckled softly and said, "Hey, it's true, not to mention he's only 35 years old, even though there are a lot of 45-year-olds here." ”

Xiao Wubo asked: "Dare to ask Brother Taigao's name, can you solve his doubts?"

The young man also returned to his fist and said, "It's not right to be famous. The name of the younger brother is unknown. I still know there's a peach or two in it. ”

"Don't ask, what a strange name. Hearing that person's registration number, Xiao Wuyou sweated in his heart, but obviously this young man named Mo Wen was not a person who liked his name, but someone who knew him very well.

Don't ask, "Tianjiao Pavilion, you know, not everyone can enter." In particular, none of us monks can enter the faction, and if we want to enter, we can only participate in this thing known as the Tianjiao Pavilion selection battle. That's what those gates mean to us.

"But that's kindness, but in the process, how many people don't follow the rules. The deacons sent by these large groups would not care so much. Their task was to pick these 100 people. As for whether these 100 people are qualified to enter the Tianjiao Pavilion, they are unreasonable, and even more unreasonable. The expectations are all unqualified, which saves the dispute with the clan disciples. Although we all know that after a long time, we can't get into loose hands, but there are more evil ways in it. As long as they weren't old monsters, these family deacons wouldn't take care of them. ”

Xiao Wuyu listened to it and understood the truth in his heart.

Those old monks, although they know that they can't enter the Tianjiao Pavilion, they can replace those monks who are not strong enough, and the rich monks go to fight and finally get the qualification to hand over, that is, they can earn a good income, as for those big d. Oh, deacons, in their eyes. The 10,000 monks who can get in are cannon fodder. No matter what kind of cannon fodder, it's still cannon fodder. So they didn't bother to deal with it that much. As long as they are not obvious outsiders on the platform, they open one eye and close one. So, on the stage, there were 40-year-old monks and 45-year-old monks, but more than 50 monks did not dare to represent them in the battle. Those who came to power no longer hid their ears, but directly regarded the deacons of the sect as fools.