"Remember, this trial is related to the allocation of resources of our Moon Covering Sect in the next five years, you must do your best!"

"One wins, one loses!"

"We can't get better in the Moon Covering Sect, and none of you, as disciples of the sect, can do well!"

Cana Field.

Eastern Regions.

Yue Guo.

Outside the entrance of Wutong Valley, among the hundreds of camp tents, in the corner of the east, the eight elders of the Occult Moon Sect were enthusiastically publicizing the trials to the twenty-four disciples under their sect.

In front of him, all the disciples were excited.

Seeing that the emotions of the disciples had been mobilized, the Eighth Elder said, "Okay, that's all I can say. It's all gone, go and rest for the night. When the trial begins tomorrow morning, I don't want to see anyone listless!"

"Yes!" all the disciples roared in unison and dispersed.

In a tent, five young men walked in.

As soon as four of them entered, they gathered together and talked excitedly about tomorrow's trial.

Only a young man in his early twenties, with a somewhat morbid pale, sat down.

He wears an old, shabby storage ring ring on his left hand.

Ignoring the others, he flicked his left hand.

Suddenly, a dozen yellow rune papers, a small dish of cinnabar, and a rune pen appeared in front of him.

Quickly taking these off and placing them in front of him, he took a piece of rune paper with his left hand, dipped the pen in his right hand on Danzhu, and then drew on the rune paper.

His hand holding the talisman pen was steady.

Between the five fingers, a thin layer of white mist flickered.

In his paintings, a strange pattern that looks like an ice cube slowly appears.

Not far away, the four young men who were talking glanced at the scene.

Someone shook his head.

Someone sneered.

Someone looked sympathetic.

Someone had a sad face.

"I feel like he's gone astray. What's the use of drawing some low-level fireball talismans and ice talismans all day long? Could it be that when you are fighting, you still want to use these low-level talismans to smash others?"

"Hehe, don't put yourself in the shoes of others. People are high and cold, and they like to try alone, can't they?"

"It's all the same disciples, don't be like this. ”

"Cheng Mubai, stop drawing. Tomorrow is the trial, what can you do tonight?"

Cheng Mubai raised his head and looked at the four of them, squeezing out a smile on his face, but did not answer.

Seeing this, the four of them all shook their heads and talked about the trial again.

They talked until late at night, and when they felt tired, they agreed to lie down and go to sleep.

Cheng Mubai stopped writing.

Just now, he had already drawn twenty ice talismans.

Exhaling slightly, Cheng Mubai took out two more cloth bags from the storage ring.

Of these two cloth bags, there are five hundred fireball talismans on the left and six hundred ice talismans on the right.

Ever since half a month ago, when the sect master told the disciples that tomorrow was the five-year disciple trial, the Wutong Valley Trial, he had begun to prepare.

The Wutong Valley Trial is a trial presided over by the royal family of the Yue Kingdom and participated by 50 disciples of all sects in the whole of the Yue Kingdom.

The content of the trial is to kill low-level demon beasts such as flame birds and toads in Wutong Valley and collect their corpses.

Or collect some prescribed medicinal herbs.

The duration of the trial is three days.

Three days later, return to the export with the loot.

There, the royal family would send special officials to count the amount of booty received by each disciple.

Depending on the number, the royal family will make a ranking.

The higher you rank, the more territories and various items you will receive from the royal rewards.

In the past few decades, the top 20 sects in the Yue Kingdom have been very stable, and there have been few major changes.

And the last trial ranking of the Moon Occultation Sect was thirty-five.

It can be seen that in this trial, the Moon Occultation Sect still can't achieve much good ranking.

Cheng Mubai is already bearish.

All he wants to do now is try to save his life.

During this time, he had already learned about it through various channels, and when he entered the Wutong Valley trial, many disciples would die every time.

As a traverser, he didn't want to die here.

And the comprehensive strength of the Moon Occultation Sect is very bad.

It's also terrible to cultivate yourself.

It is too unrealistic to want to rely on the Moon Concealment Sect to protect yourself.

In this case, the only thing that can be done is to save yourself.

In the case of saving resources as much as possible, it is the safest way to prepare a lot of low-level fireball charms and ice charms.

Of course, what others didn't know was that he also prepared another big killing weapon - a flying sword of the lower grade magic weapon level.

Also, the second-grade exercise he practiced - the sword technique.

The lower-grade magic weapon-level flying sword and second-grade martial arts sword control techniques are actually nothing to those sect disciples who rank in the top twenty.

However, this is already the limit of what Cheng Mubai can do.

Thinking of this, Cheng Mubai scolded and chattered.

Fuck it!

Others cross either with a golden finger or a system.

I'm also a traverser, and I don't have a fart!

For the past two years, he has tried to summon the golden finger and the system every day.

As it turns out, no is nothing!

The only thing that he can accept is that people in this world unexpectedly also speak Chinese.

This saved him a lot of trouble.

After complaining for a while, Cheng Mubai hung the two bags on the left and right sides of his waist pole, and took out two quilts from the storage ring, one under the mattress and the other on the body, and fell asleep in a groggy way.

Following.

Morning.

As soon as the east showed the whiteness of the fish's belly, the sound of gongs sounded throughout the camp.

"Get up! Get up!"

"The trial is about to begin!"

"The heads of the major sects take care of the disciples of your sect and line up according to the designated area!"

In the midst of the noise, countless disciples quickly got up and lined up quickly.

Half an hour later, when the eastern sun slowly rose, at the entrance of Wutong Valley, fifty teams were arrayed.

These fifty teams are in stark contrast.

There were three teams in front, and each team had two or three hundred disciples.

Behind them, the number of people in the ranks is getting smaller and smaller.

When it came to the Occultating Moon Sect and other sects, there were only a dozen or twenty disciples in each team.

When all the disciples lined up, at the front of the entrance to Wutong Valley, two middle-aged men wearing snow-white sword robes walked out and stopped in front of all the disciples.

There, in the middle of two cliffs with thousands of walls, there is a huge bronze gate ten zhang wide and dozens of zhang high!

As the two of them each took out a token and pressed it on the bronze door, the sound of "pressing and plucking" filled everyone's eardrums, and the bronze door slowly opened to both sides.

The disciples of the various sects had suppressed excitement on their faces one by one, staring at the slowly opening bronze door!

Thirty breaths later, the two bronze doors opened completely.

As a middle-aged man in a black python dragon robe shouted, "The Wutong Valley trial begins!"

Countless disciples, like a river pouring into the sea, rushed into the Wutong Valley inside the bronze gate!