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An old man in a flaxen-colored robe was looking in the direction of the Sita settlement, the firelight shining in his eyes.

"According to reliable sources, the key to the prohibition is in the hands of a Sita tribesman named Luo Cheng, and I heard that this person has recently taken over the position of patriarch!" A middle-aged man wearing a North Tower military uniform bowed his head and bent down to stand beside the old man.

The old man listened to the middle-aged man's report and did not speak, but was silent for a long time before saying a word: "Rice bucket!" ”

The middle-aged man seemed to hear who the old man was scolding, and said directly: "I have already grounded Mu Qiubai and punished him for plagiarizing the flail scriptures ten times!" ”

"Grounded?" The old man snorted coldly and said, "Let him retreat, he has to run out." Now that you've lost to a little-known little guy from the Sita tribe, you're still grounding him? ”

The middle-aged man heard the old man's anger and said nothing.

"As a genius cultivated with all his might by my clan, the first time he sneaked out to fight the enemy and lost, it would have a great impact on his immortal cultivation heart, and it was likely that there would be a magic obstacle that would cause him to be unable to advance an inch." The old man turned his head to the Central Trial Tower, thought for a moment, and said, "Let him enter the Central Trial Tower this time!" ”

"Patriarch, didn't you say that the mission of the Demon Prison Army is extremely dangerous, in case it ......" The middle-aged man was a little surprised by the patriarch's decision, and immediately said.

"If you lose, you're no longer a genius, and you're no longer a secret weapon!" The old man turned around and walked indoors, bringing a cool breeze that made the middle-aged man's heart cold.

"What about Nanta's proposal?" The middle-aged man suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked.

"We Beita Clan didn't need their proposals, we just need to follow our own plan!"

On the second day, the sky was bright, and many people poured in from the direction of the East Tower residential area.

The door of the three-story building in the middle was pushed open, and two people entered.

The middle-aged man who walked behind was thin and boneless, and he closed the door casually.

The morning sun rays into the room, refracting the fine dust in the air. But the dust was as if it was afraid of something, and it dodged away as soon as it got close to the old man, and it seemed that it couldn't get close to the old man's body.

The old man was thin and dressed in a white moonlight robe, looking loose, and he was so lazy that he lay on a wicker chair and looked out the window at the central trial tower.

"The messenger of the South Tower is here again!" The thin middle-aged man stood respectfully beside the old man and said, "They want to know what you mean!" ”

"Whoa, whoa!" The thin old man gently shook the rattan chair, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate.

After a while, he said softly: "Li Yanjiu is also considered to be one of the top ten powerhouses in my clan, and he has been fighting with him for so long and has not been able to win it. Now that a year has passed, he should be very strong! ”

"I heard that he took over the position of the Sita patriarch a year ago!" The skinny middle-aged man said.

"Oh?" The thin old man opened his eyes and said, "Wu Qiming can give him the position of patriarch, which shows the importance he attaches to him, hmm!" Promise the Nanta tribe, just say that we will do our best! ”

The thin middle-aged man was just about to leave when he heard this reply, and the thin old man added: "Of course this is on the surface!" ”

The thin middle-aged man immediately stopped and waited for the next step.

"Sandpiper and clam compete, fisherman profit!" The thin old man squinted at the thin middle-aged man and said, "You should understand!" ”

The skinny middle-aged man nodded and stepped back.

When the sun in the sky was close to the middle of the day, the residential area in the southern area of the Central Trial Tower entered, and the Nanta clan finally arrived.

On the top floor of the small three-story building in the middle, an old man wearing a purple lion face was talking to a middle-aged man in a black robe and a half-silver mask on his face.

"Just after the messenger reported back, the Dongta clan has agreed to our opinion!" The middle-aged man with the silver mask said, "Beita hasn't replied yet!" ”

"Hmph, Zhong Beiming of the North Tower is very self-assured, so naturally he will not listen to our arrangement. However, I believe that he will definitely send someone to snatch the key to the prohibition, because he must take control of the tower. As long as the purpose is the same, it is not a union but also a union, this kid named Luo Cheng can't run! The lion-faced old man stood up and turned out the window, looked at the towering central trial tower and said, "I heard that it was Murong Bai, a cultivation genius in his secret realm, who entered the secret realm to fight for the forbidden key, and failing to compete will definitely have an extremely important impact on his Dao heart, and Mu Beiming will definitely send him to wash away his shame." ”

"With so many masters dealing with this man named Luo Cheng, he will definitely die, and we will definitely be able to avenge Du Li's blood hatred!"

"In addition to revenge, we also need to win control of the Central Trial Tower!" The lion-faced old man said: "Our strategy will lead the elites of all races to Luo Cheng, you can arrange for Fu Li and Fu Hongguang to take the lead in grabbing the battle and occupy the favorable terrain, you can arrange the specific plan!" With that, he leaned his head on his back and closed his eyes.

At this point, all the four clans of the Tower Realm arrived at the Central Trial Tower.

The time of the match day is the early morning of the second day, when the golden crow is rising.

The sky was bright, and the contestants of the four clans were already dressed and gathered in front of the Central Trial Tower.

The military uniform of the West Tower is royal blue, the military uniform of the East Tower is dark green, the military uniform of the South Tower is blood red, and the military uniform of the North Tower is earth yellow.

The four colors were very distinctly lined up in a phalanx at the east entrance of the Central Trial Tower.

The surrounding mountains and forests were silent, and the leaders of the four clans stood in front of the formation, silent.

I don't know how long it took, the canopy of the forest in the west of the mountain was alarmed, and the corpses and birds flew down in unison, but in an instant, they were shaken by a tiger roar and flew up in all directions, like garbage discarded by people.

After a while, a man walked out of the alarming mountain forest. This person is wearing an iron armor that covers his face, is about two meters tall, and walks with great grace.

When the leaders of the four clans saw this person, they knew that it was Luo Jie, the leader of the Demon Prison Army, and he was also the initiator of this mission.

Luo Jie walked up to the four leaders and saluted each other.

"Because of the delay, I hope you don't blame it!" After Luo Jie said politely, he looked at the lineup of the four clans in front of him and said: "Today is the day we agreed to fight for the tower, and it is also the day to select candidates for the task for our Demon Prison Army, I hope you can all go all out and take the best state to win......

"I wonder what criteria your lord will use to select candidates for the task? So that we can have a bottom in our hearts! Without waiting for Luo Jie to speak, the old man with a lion face, the patriarch of the Nanta clan, spoke directly and asked what everyone was thinking.

"Fu Xiongshi, your temper still can't be changed! Even if you don't say it, I'll say it. Luo Jie smiled and put his finger on his forehead and meditated silently for a while, and then his finger quickly pointed forward, and suddenly a wave of spatial fluctuations hit the four phalanxes.