If Mingzhu knew that Yan Wu was already an elder-level figure, would she still be very clingy to her? Anyway, Mingzhu doesn't know.

Yan Wu helplessly let Mingzhu lie on her shoulder, which one of the people she dealt with before was not the dragon and phoenix among people, and which of her subordinates had not gone through the wind and waves, so she only found out now that she really had nothing to do with the crying girl. Someone as close as she is now, in the past, it was completely impossible.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. If you like it, you can get him. ”

is the same as Mingzhu's father said, if it weren't for the fear of Mo Yunshen's disgust, she would have been forced to marry a long time ago. Mingzhu sobbed and nodded, "I know." But Mo Yunshen doesn't like me. ”

"If you can't get something, no one else can get it. That's what you want, why don't you go for it. ”

Mingzhu, who was trapped in love, also felt a little wrong, she was too ...... The pearl of five stresses and four beauties was speechless for a while.

Thinking that it was not good to continue talking like this, Mingzhu changed the topic: "In a few days, the Imperial Beast Sect will accept apprentices, we might as well go out for a walk." ”

Mingzhu can't care about being depressed on the street, she is trying to mend her three views, Yan Wu said it from the bottom of her heart, and she has a magical contagion, especially able to guide others, Mingzhu began to slowly deviate again.

Due to the recent heavy losses of the low-level disciples of the Royal Beast Sect, in the sixth year since the last sect opening and accepting disciples, the sect had to be opened early. Although the acceptance of disciples from the Imperial Beast Sect will only start after three days, at that time, the disciples of the Imperial Beast Sect who have gone to various cities to find seedlings will return, and they can start the trial of entering the sect.

But it's not just children who come to the Imperial Beast Sect to learn art, but also those who have passed the "golden age". In order to show fairness and give the monks with poor qualifications a chance, there was a three-day ring before the opening of the sect. Monks between the ages of fifteen and forty are allowed to participate in the ring, and most of them are cultivated to practice qi to build a foundation, and one hundred and twenty tokens are issued, and the top 20 with the largest number of tokens are taken in the form of fighting.

In order to make up for the gap in cultivation, the one with high cultivation in the ring will be suppressed to the same level as the other party. The higher the age, the higher the cultivation, the more spiritual power reserves, and the richer the fighting experience. Therefore, the champion of the ring will be ranked by cultivation and age, and a batch will be changed every half a day to prevent the champion from being lost by the wheel war. In the ring, life or death does not matter.

Yan Jingxing was very embarrassed, he was twenty years old, he could only participate in the name of casual cultivation, he had just built a foundation, and naturally passed the threshold of the sixth layer of qi training. Fighting in the ring still has to test the spiritual root, he is a three-spirit root, and it is very good to build a foundation at this age, and his qualifications in this batch of loose cultivation can be ranked in the top ten, so he naturally got the token.

There were a total of ten rings, Mingzhu was dazzled, she looked at this ring: oops, the hand was cut off, this person really didn't fight well. She looked at the ring again, it was unremarkable and boring; He looked again......

"Yan Wu, look!"

Yan Jingxing's luck is really not good, he was divided into the first batch of champions, not to mention whether his spiritual power can be recovered in just one day, he is the first to come to power, and he is the easiest to be touched by others. Yan Jingxing's actual combat is really not very good, and it is on the same level as Mingzhu.

"Would you like to help him?"

"Not necessarily."

Yan Wu stood quietly under the stage and watched, and it was not impossible to help him secretly, but it was not necessary.

There is nothing wrong with the rules of the written test itself, but there is a truth that everyone knows secretly, the way is to kill the opponent once and for all, and no one will come to grab their tokens and consume their spiritual power.

Yan Jingxing's first opponent was a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, one step higher than him. This person mainly attacks fire spells, and as soon as he comes up, he presses him to fight, and Yan Jingxing can only barely resist with magic weapons. Yan Jingxing was defeated and retreated again and again, and he was forced to have no way to escape, and the monk was overjoyed. At this moment, Yan Jingxing rushed straight into the fire. He removed his defensive weapon and held a short dagger against his opponent's throat.

One inch is short, one inch is dangerous.

Yan Jingxing wiped it neatly, blood splattered everywhere, and half of the blood on his handsome face was wet, like a demon seed. Looking at the tumbling head casually, he looked at Yan Yu, trembling slightly, and he put his blackened left hand behind his back.