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There was far more surprise in his eyes when he looked at Qin Ran, and he had just made up his mind that he had been overturned like this.

For Nisir, it wasn't a pleasant thing.

It's just that he can't think about it any more.

A killing intent that was far colder and sharper than the blade on his neck pierced into his heart.

Nisil knew that Qin Ran in front of him was not joking.

If he didn't say it, Qin Ran would really dare to be a killer.

When he saw Qin Ran's flat and emotionless eyes, such a thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Sage is in the hall with the other people who participated in the trial, and ......"

"Congratulations, you've passed!"

Nisil said with a deep breath.

Then, Nisil pointed to the tip of the sword in front of him, and said slowly, "I think we have other and more appropriate methods of communication!" ”

"Really?"

"But I think we should be so direct - now, let the guys who are close to here go back obediently, or I won't guarantee that I'll do anything!"

"Also, take me to Shi Qi immediately!"

Qin Ran sneered and glanced at the small cabin that seemed to be empty, and the murderous aura accumulated by relying entirely on killing was like a whirlwind, filling the room with a whistling sound.

Call!

The bonfire seedlings in the house suddenly became a little shorter.

A chilling chill began to spread, stopping the people who had just approached it, as if they had been frozen.

But more often than not, it was horrified.

It was as if I had seen some of the most terrible demons.

Nisil felt the state of these assistants and apprentices who had not experienced real battles, and after sighing helplessly, he couldn't help but say: "2567, I said that you have passed the level!" You don't have to ......."

"I said, take me to Shi Qi immediately!"

Qin Ran's wrist moved forward slightly, and the tip of the sword of [Arrogant Words] was nailed to Nisil's neck, and a trace of red went down the tip of the sword.

The eerie light on the blade of the sword began to flicker.

The tough, stone-like attitude made Nisir's words completely unspeakable.

Nisil looked at Qin Ran, who was holding a giant sword and had a calm expression, and at this moment, Nisil seemed to see the figure of another person.

So, in the end, Nisil said nothing more.

Because, Nisil knew that it was useless to say anything now.

Only by taking Qin Ran to see Shi Qi can he do it.

"Should I say that I deserve to be Ni Carlet's assistant?"

"Exactly the same stinky temper!"

With a sigh in his heart that he couldn't tell what it was like, Nisil raised his hand and pressed the crystal ball.

Click!

With the sound of a reed turning, the bed on one side of the cabin began to descend, and a staircase appeared there.

"Follow me!"

Nisil spoke, and strode over.

Qin Ran followed without falling behind.

From beginning to end, the words of arrogance rested on the shoulders of the other party, and the blade of the sword was always close to Nisil's neck.

A tense look.

The other party was one of the examiners of this trial.

Qin Ran naturally knew.

But just because he knew, Qin Ran chose to do this.

He needed to make the Templars scruple about him, not be unscrupulous about him!

This time, Shi Qi is used as the 'material for the trial'.

What about next time?

Even if Qin Ran guessed the intention of the Holy Church—the choice between mission and friend, and based on this, he began to extend to the level of life, comrades-in-arms, companions, and so on.

Each of them can be said to be the best in life.

Each of them can be called people's aspirations.

But this does not mean that Qin Ran is willing to let the other party base this kind of beauty and yearning on his painful choice.

Even if he admits that it is so beautiful and yearning, it is the same.

In fact, if he hadn't guessed the situation of the trial in front of him, Qin Ran would not have been a threat when he saw Nisil again, but would have been directly killed.

The kind without hesitation.

Therefore, Nisil's feeling of killing intent was not a trick, but a real one.

And......

Until now, this killing intent has not disappeared.

Nisil, who was slung around his neck by the Words of Hubris, was the one who felt it most clearly.

"Not only does she have Nikelle's stinky temper, but her attitude is also directed towards Teach?"

Nisil regretted it a little at this time.

It was just a normal trial test, so why did he have to come and join in the fun when he heard that Nikella's assistant was coming?

Shouldn't he be in his room at this moment making a new cultivation plan for this group of trialists who may appear as paladins?

It shouldn't be like this!

The distressed Nisil walked faster and faster.

He couldn't wait to get rid of Qin Ran behind him quickly.

And in a huge room, one of the several people who looked at the scene in front of him laughed hahaha.

The laughter was incomparably louder.

Just listen to the sound to know.

Moreover, if you listen to the meaning of the non-stop for a long time, you will be able to know how enjoyable it is.

"Teacher."

Boyle, who was standing on one side, looked at the increasingly ugly faces of the rest of the people in the room, and had to remind his teacher out loud.

"Boyle, well done!"

"You've finally found the right person to take part in the trial—it's amazing, do you see Nisyl's face?"

"It's so exciting!"

The old man, who was strong and strong, in this cold environment, was also shirtless, revealing a scar, shouted loudly.

Moreover, the old man was really happy to see the stone table that was slamming and stone chips flying.

But in the room, the faces of the other people who saw this scene were even more ugly.

"Smoot!"

"This is the Templar Resolution Hall, and now that someone has flouted the majesty of the Templar, I propose to revoke his qualifications!"

One whose hair has long since fallen out, and a snow-white beard remains. Chest. The old man in front of him whispered.

"What do you say? Be louder! ”

"I can't hear what you're saying, Waste Simon!"

The shirtless Smoot raised his right hand and stretched out his little finger, clasped his ear, and then squinted at the old man who spoke in front of him.

"You!"

With a humiliating title, the old man named Simon stood up sharply and glared at Smoot.

"I thought you'd shoot me directly!"

"What a crap!"

Smoot flicked his little finger in Simon's direction, and an obvious earwax flew into Simon's face.

Rumble!

Like the explosion of hundreds of kilograms of explosives, Simon, who was hit by earwax, seemed to have been hit by a heavy truck!

Not only did it fly straight up, but it was also embedded in the hard wall on the side.

"Smoot!"

The remaining two people in the room spoke.

A middle-aged man who is short in stature and shaped like this, so much so that his beard mops the floor.

The other is a woman with a beautiful face and can't tell how old she is.

With the sound of the words, the two of them blocked in front of Smoot one left and one right.

"Meyer, O'Hara?"

"You're also on the side of Simon the Waste?"

Smoot raised an eyebrow.

"No, we're just ......"

"I don't care what you're for, I'll just say one thing - I'm in charge of this templar trial, and it's up to me whether they're qualified or not!"

"Anyone! Anyone! If you dare to point fingers and manipulate these trialists at will, I will pluck out his skin and tear off his bones! ”

Smoot directly interrupted Meyer's words and said loudly.

As he spoke, Smoot's gaze was even more in one direction: where Simon, who had been beaten into the wall, was.

With that, Smoot turned around and left.

No one is given a chance to explain at all.

Boyle looked at the teacher's back with a wry smile, and apologized again to the two Templar deacons, Meyer and O'Hara, before quickly chasing after him.

As for Simon?

Boyle didn't even look at it. (To be continued.) )