The young man paused, turned his face, and looked at her fixedly with deep black eyes: "You know me?" ”

Bian Cheng's voice just now was just a subconscious act, because Medusa had never called the name of the young man in black from beginning to end, but when he asked it now, it made her heart chuckle.

She said hesitantly: "Your name is Yan Zhe?" ”

There were slight ripples in the young man's cold gaze, and Bian Cheng's gaze was a little strange: "That's right! ”

He said very little, and did not express his wonder why the woman in front of him obviously called his name, but asked himself if his name was Yan Zhe instead.

Bian Cheng's mind exploded with a bang, she stepped quickly, narrowing the distance between the two, and the water in her eyes flashed: "You're not dead?" That's great! How did you escape, how did you get into the first reserve camp, and was there anyone else with you......"

Her questions were full of questions, and they were all thrown out.

Because he didn't open the door, Bian Cheng had always felt guilty, and now that he saw that Yan Zhe was safe and sound, he was of course very excited.

So much so that she ignored some of the questions.

Yan Zhe's brows frowned slightly, his eyes were cold and unfamiliar, he turned to one side, avoiding the hand that Bian Cheng wanted to hold him: "You recognize the wrong person!" ”

"You just said that you are Yan Zhe!"

"Same name and last name!"

"But you look ......" Bian Cheng said halfway through this, and the young man's cold gaze shot on her face.

Bian Cheng's heart sank and he stopped talking.

Yes, there are so many people talking about it now, and it's really not the time to talk about it.

Judging from his spirit, the young man is indeed not like Yan Zhe, but judging from his appearance and name, he is indeed Yan Zhe.

He is now a player in the first reserve, and even if Yan Zhe can escape, he will hardly be able to get such a place in such a short period of time.

Bian Cheng analyzed the following two possibilities:

First, different people with the same name, same surname and the same appearance.

Second, he is Yan Zhe, like himself, he got a special opportunity and won this opportunity.

He doesn't recognize himself, first, he can't reveal his identity from District 5, and it is also possible that he has a grudge against himself and doesn't want to recognize him.

As she thought, the boy had turned to leave.

The black back, still slightly bent back, is a vigilant posture at any time.

Bian Cheng retracted his gaze.

The days are still long, and now that we know that he is here, the mystery will always be solved one day.

Yan Zhe's victory eased Medusa's ugly face a lot, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she read out the next name

Word: No. 8!

It's a pity that No. 8 is far from performing as well as Yan Zhe, he walked to the door with a trembling rope, and before he could enter, he was frightened by the sawtooth rat inside.

He was almost chased by the fourth-level sawtooth rat with a body of only 1.5 meters and scurried around the glass room, and finally did not escape the fate of being sawed off his head.

Medusa's face had just opened the clouds, and it was cloudy again.

She waved her hand for the Moonblade Warrior to go in and dispose of the corpse, and said coldly, "Waste, it's a waste of my time!" ”

The few people who entered one after another did not escape the fate of death.

One death after another made the atmosphere in the square more and more depressing.

After Yan Zhe lit the flame of hope, the failure of five people in a row extinguished the spark of the stars, and the gray of death shrouded the square again

Airspace.

Fifteen minutes is like a train that can never reach the end, a moat that can never be crossed.

There are also teenagers who perform well, and they are covered in blood and stubbornly survive until 13 minutes.

However, it fell in the last 2 minutes.

Not even a second short, let alone two minutes.

The bustling Ares Square early in the morning was half empty at this time.

Many people who couldn't stand such a cruel selection left the scene early. The rest are mostly sturdy men.

Men are more passionate about blood and violence, and more eager for advancement and power.

It was because of this hardship that the rest of the crowd trusted the selected Moonblade warriors even more, and the people who had experienced such cruelty were truly able to take on the responsibility of defending the Crystal Palace.

They are willing to give up more than half of their own living materials in exchange for this expensive security.

As long as it's safe, as long as life is still there, even if it's hard, it's acceptable.

After Yan Zhe left, Bian Cheng quickly calmed down the excitement in his heart.

As the minutes passed, the dark wounds left by Medusa did not show any signs of improvement, but continued to deteriorate, and she seemed to smell a smell of burning.

Having come here, you can't give up and you can't give it up.

There is only persistence, only rushing through.

She pulled out a few energy bars and stuffed them into her mouth.

She didn't know what she was up against, and all she could do now was try to minimize the impact.

In any case, you can't go wrong with keeping your body full of energy.

Eight in a row, none of them passed!

The glass room was full of dismembered corpses.

The yellow cortical fluid sprayed on the glass wall, like a sticky brain slurry hanging on it, and the more time passed, the more disgusting and terrifying the color appeared.

At first, the walls of the glass room were cleaned every time it was raised, but then, perhaps to put pressure on the remaining players, all the traces of dirt were retained.

Again and again, layer upon layer!

The bright and clean glass room has gradually turned into a bloody Shura field!

Or, die!

Or, reborn in blood!

There is no other way to go.

In eight consecutive assessments, there were no qualified people.

"It's really disappointing, is this the only strength of this year's players? Waste so many of our beasts! Medusa said as another contestant was torn apart.

Each time a player is killed, the Moonblade enters the cage and kills the beast they are fighting against, symbolically taking back a bit of what belongs to the player.

Sometimes an arm, a leg, or even more so just a piece of clothing.

In the mouth of the examiner Medusa, it is obvious that there is more pity for the beasts that were slain, than for the dead contestants.

Parents are indignant, but they dare not speak out!

After a few seconds of silence in the square, Medusa impatiently announced the next contestant: the 20th.

The little man Moti stepped forward.

Only then did Bian Cheng realize that he hadn't chattered about this for a long time.

Are you scared silly?

Moti took two steps almost with the same hands and feet, and suddenly turned back to Bian Cheng and said, "Good luck to me, if I pass, I invite you to have a drink in the night!" ”

Night is the most luxurious bar in the Crystal Palace, and the cheapest glass of 30ml wine costs 300 energy.

Bian Cheng didn't know why he suddenly said this, maybe, he was emboldening himself?

Thinking about a treat, so you can have the motivation to win?

But if that's the case, you should treat yourself to a treat!

Moti grinned at her, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth!

Bian Cheng suddenly realized that he hadn't found that his teeth were so white before, and he could go to advertise black toothpaste.

Morty's opponent is a fourth-class one-horned rhinoceros. This guy is huge, five meters long, weighs 4.8 tons, and his four hooves are stamped heavily, and it seems that the glass house is vibrating.