Yan Jingxing's first fight shocked everyone, and naturally, he survived the first day.

After reading it, Mingzhu was like a quail, and hurriedly urged Yan Wu to stop staying outside. When he got home, Nangong Yan was also there, he was talking to Lord Xiao, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was personable.

"Sister-in-law," Nangong Yan smiled gently, changing a woman, she would definitely feel as sweet as honey.

Yan Wu was silent a lot of the time, nodding at him and being stunned. As soon as she came out of her mind, she was very indifferent, and the light was gilded on her face, and she was outside the world, and she did not see anyone in her eyes.

City Lord Xiao asked Mingzhu about her itinerary today.

"It's bloody." Mingzhu said weakly.

This sentence was heard by Nangong Yan, and quietly, he still smiled and told Yan Yan some interesting things he heard.

Even if Yan Wu is a killing god, in Nangong Yan's eyes, she is also an existence that needs to be cared for.

On the second day, a new rule was introduced, and if there were forty-five dead and wounded in the ring, another group of people competed. Nangong Yan's reputation for benevolence is widely spread in the casual cultivation, but what does this have to do with Yan Jingxing?

After a long and short two days, Yan Jingxing successfully passed the ring. On the second day, he will have a trial with a group of little turnip heads between the ages of five and ten.

The Royal Beast Sect used two huge dragon heads as its façade, and in the midst of the clouds and mist, the dragons groaned, scaring a group of little dolls into screaming.

Yan Jingxing stood at the head of the flying boat in the midst of this mixed voice, letting the wind blow.

The golden scales are not the things in the pool, and one day they will leap from the dragon and will definitely change the world.

The first level is to break into a small secret realm, Yan Jingxing is also the winner of the ring, and he also has a little experience in survival in the wild, and he stumbled and passed. In the second level, taking the cloud ladder, the ban on the cloud ladder will make people panic, but Yan Jingxing happens to know some secrets about the cloud ladder. The clearer the mind, the smaller the burden imposed by the ladder, and the invisible pressure on each step will be heavier, so you have to fight quickly.

Yan Jingxing was determined, concentrating on reaching the top, he was resolute and tenacious, and walked up mechanically, as if he didn't feel pain, but the blood slowly flowing from the corners of his mouth showed that he was at the end of his strong crossbow.

But it doesn't matter, he can walk up. The difference in qualifications is like a moat. Yan Jingxing's status at home has always been embarrassing because of his qualifications, but he has been working hard. He doesn't believe in qualifications, he doesn't believe in fate.

When you climb to the top of the mountains and stand on the top of the mountains, you will know how good it tastes. I will sacrifice everything, and I will fight for it all my life. I can!

By the time he climbed the last step of the stairs, Yan Jingxing was already unsure if he was still alive. The joy in his heart made him kindle the flame of hope again, and he took another step forward.

The nectar was sprinkled on his face, washing away the blood from his body, all his wounds were healed, and he was given a new life.

Nangong Yan accompanied Yan Wu to the main hall of the Imperial Beast Sect, he lowered his head and smiled, and asked her gently, "Do you want to accept apprentices?" ”

There was a hint of pleasure between Yan Wu's eyebrows: "Hmm." ”

She is like this, like a proud and noble cat who is soft and cute. Looking at this snow-white cat, Nangong Yan let out a low laugh.

After Yan Jingxing practiced for a day, he slept in the mansion as usual, and there was a sense of uneasiness in his heart, but he didn't seem to feel it, and his work and rest were as usual.

Yan Jingxing felt a little anxious in his heart, and finally, waiting for the heavy rain and his fate.

Slaughter, blood soaked the stone bricks, leaving traces of sin, leaving no chickens and dogs.

There was no sound that night, Yan Jingxing was extremely panicked, he fled in embarrassment, panicked, he fled into the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range, and still did not avoid his fate of dying in pursuit.

He lay in the mud, like a chicken in soup, probably shivering, and died in the pursuit.

Yan Jingxing felt unwilling and angry, a sense of absurdity was born in his heart, he almost wanted to mock himself, he died like this? He hasn't ...... yet

What else does he have?

No, a cold and arrogant face flashed in his mind, even if his mind was so complicated now, it didn't prevent his heart from beating faster.

Yan Jingxing's mind cleared, he was now in the trial of the Imperial Beast Sect, he said in his heart.

The illusion was shattered.