Just when Wang Yin depressedly handed over the teleportation talisman and then entered the second stage of the "Jingwu", the promiscuous weirdos and the middle-aged scribes also reached their own limits, and they were teleported out almost at the same time.

In fact, if someone could count the time of the fifth level of the trial and the number of enemies defeated by the trialists, he would be surprised to find that Wang Yin had the highest quality of killing enemies, all of them were lord-level, and the number was also the highest, more than ten times higher than the second-ranked promiscuous monster and middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe who crushed the teleportation talisman found himself under a huge stone mountain in the blink of an eye, and on the mountain were countless stone tablets, each of which was carved with human figures, which were decorated in different ways, and the middle-aged scribe even saw the costumes of people hundreds of years ago.

In the middle of these steles is a road that leads to the top of the mountain, which is shrouded in clouds and mist, making it difficult to see the situation above.

The middle-aged scribe walked towards the mountain, carefully observing the stone monuments along the road.

The front of the stele is a statue of a person, and the back is cloudy and mist, so it is not clear to see, but the middle-aged scribe vaguely feels that it is all words, but these words are not the same, and the difference is not that the content they write is different, but that the middle-aged scribe feels that these are two kinds of words.

"Welcome, adventurer!" Suddenly, a voice sounded from the air without warning.

Then the middle-aged scribe saw a blood-colored behemoth emerge from the clouds, a head alone was a full zhang long, and most of the body was hidden in the clouds, estimated to be at least fifty zhang or so, and its body was covered with blood-colored scales, each of which was three feet square. On the bulging backbone, there were dozens of huge bone spurs that glittered with golden light, each of which was seven feet long, like a sharp knife rising into the sky.

The blood-colored beast stretched out two thick and powerful forelimbs from the clouds, and the sharp golden claws at the ends of the forelimbs were terrifying.

Its giant head turned, and its giant eyes like torches stared at the middle-aged scribe. Even those who were as strong as a middle-aged scribe couldn't help but beat a drum in their hearts, the strength of this giant beast was too strong, and the middle-aged scribe even stretched out an urge from the depths of his heart to kneel down and worship. He had no doubt that if the Behemoth attacked him, he would definitely not be a one-in-one enemy of the Behemoth.

"Could this be the legendary Dragon Island Dragon?" The middle-aged scribe was overjoyed, although he didn't know what his trial results were, but it was rumored that only the first person in the Dragon Island trialists could see the Dragon, could he be the first!

Since it was a Shenlong, and he had to receive a reward from him next, of course the middle-aged scribe did not dare to slack off, and immediately bowed deeply, "Junior Situ Puyu, meet the senior of Shenlong!"

"Congratulations, you're one of the winners of this year's Dragon Island Trials, and now it's time for your hard work to be rewarded. ”

"One?" the sergeant's original excitement was immediately replaced by surprise.

At the same time, on the other side of the holy mountain, the strange man with random hair was also roaring: "Why is it one, who, and who is the first!"

There was also a blood dragon there, and unlike the giant dragon that the middle-aged scribe faced, that blood dragon was a blood dragon with four wings.

In the face of the inquiries and dissatisfaction of the two, the two blood dragons did not get angry, but looked at them with pity, but thought the same thing in their hearts: the two clowns really thought that they had become the first in the Dragon Island trial!

However, neither the shrewd middle-aged scribe nor the promiscuous hair freak noticed the gaze of the two blood dragons.

"Okay! I must find this man and defeat him! The first in Dragon Island can only be me!" the promiscuous weirdo roared angrily, ending the questioning, only to ignite a raging fire in his heart.

"It turns out that there is another one who is the first like me, it seems that the heroes of the world are really not to be underestimated!" The middle-aged scribe behaved much more calmly than the messy weirdo, but in his heart he had the same thought, he must find that person, and then defeat him, the number one in Dragon Island can definitely only be me!

"Notice the steles!" the blood dragon asked the two winners. The whole book

"Are those steles the winners of the past?" asked the middle-aged scribe here.

"That's right! those stone tablets are the first in the trials of the past years!" the blood dragon nodded matter-of-factly, but said in his heart, "It's just the first on the surface!"

"What does that have to do with me!" The messy weirdos over there didn't care at all.

"Your name will also be engraved on the stone tablet to inspire those who come after you!" replied the Blood Dragon.

"What is the order of the stone tablets!?" the middle-aged scribe asked a question that a messy weirdo wouldn't ask.

"Hello, the stone tablet arrangement is based on the test score of Dragon Island for you, the higher the score, the closer to the top of the Holy Mountain. ”

"What's on the top of the mountain!?" the middle-aged scribe was curious.

"On the top of the mountain is the ancestral temple of our dragon clan. ”

"So where can I get to it with my grades?"

"Well, I'll take a look! here!" the dragon pointed in one direction, "After going up the three hundred and thirty-first levels from here, you and the adventurer who is tied with you are in the 87th floor from the top of the mountain, not bad, in the top hundred!"

"87th floor, good?" The middle-aged scribe was depressed for a while, it turned out that his score was only so little, although compared with the geniuses in history, it was already a good result to be able to enter the top 100, but for him, he was still very dissatisfied.

Having said that, he decided to go and see what was going on on here.

In the direction of him, the Wildhair Monster was also heading towards the 87th floor from the summit.

After walking about three hundred and thirty-one times, the middle-aged scribe found that he could no longer move forward, although there was nothing in front of him, at least he could not see anything with his eyesight, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not advance for half a minute.

"Don't try again, this is your limit, where your mark on the sacred mountain of Dragon Island is!" the dragon reminded the middle-aged scribe of his mind.

"Then what if I come to Dragon Island again in the future and make further progress?" The middle-aged scribe was still dissatisfied with his ranking after all.

"It's useless! The Dragon Island Trial tests the potential of people, your strength can be increased, but the potential will not change much, so now this judgment should be the most accurate judgment!"

The giant dragon said to the middle-aged scribe as he muttered to himself, "He has actually entered the second stage of Jingwu, and it seems that this second stage is not difficult for him, this little guy's potential is really terrifying! I knew that this little guy was so good, he shouldn't have gambled with this guy Steellock that he would lose! This time the nectar will have to eat one less meal! For now, this little guy's potential can at least reach the Holy Temple, which is a hundred times more than the two so-called firsts!"

"Ahh

And the face of the middle-aged scribe who heard this was as ugly as eating stool, a person who had been regarded as a genius since he was a child was still looked down upon when he got a first, and he couldn't even say anything to refute it. Because he knew that the dragon was telling the truth, there was no need to lie to him.

In fact, it was fortunate that he didn't hear the blood dragon muttering in a low voice, otherwise he would be even more depressed to death, there is actually someone in this world whose potential is a hundred times higher than him, is this Nima still human?