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Leng Feng smiled, got up and entered the gladiatorial arena, to put it bluntly, the gladiatorial arena is a huge screening field, the greater the reputation in the gladiatorial arena, the easier it is to be selected by the flag envoy.

As mentioned before, the Imperial Realm is the lowest level of monks in the border wilderness, every time he fights with the Flood Domain, the first thing to bear the brunt of is the scattered army without the flag envoy, more precisely, if there is no flag envoy to lead, it is completely cannon fodder on the battlefield, life and death, just a moment, today with a laugh and talk, tomorrow will be buried in the battlefield.

And when you become a flag soldier, you can get rid of the shackles of this cannon fodder, although it is the same as before, but the future is bright. As long as the flag envoys they follow are promoted to patrol for meritorious service, then they can be directly promoted to flag envoys.

Entering the gladiatorial arena, Leng Feng's eyes froze, this is a sinkhole, the front is a hundred zhang deep, layer by layer of threads, tens of thousands of monks are looking at it again, and the sound of shouts is constantly coming out, very noisy.

Leng Feng looked at it, his divine sense was spreading, and there were only two of the tens of thousands of monks, and there was also a deacon who seemed to be in this gladiatorial arena. And if the other one is not mistaken, it should be like Leng Feng, a flag envoy.

"This gladiatorial arena, I heard that it was formed by the collision of extraterritorial stars, but that star was taken away by a senior, so it left such a large depression. Ning Wuqian took another sip of wine.

Feeling Leng Feng's arrival, the deacon's contemplative monk smiled, he was not like the monk who had registered before, although he saw the flag order on Leng Feng's waist, his face was still kind and warm.

"This fellow Daoist is here to select soldiers. ”

Smelling the voice, Leng Feng looked over, and a smile appeared on his face, after all, this Contemplative Monk was the deacon here, and if he was to select a monk from here, he would be indispensable.

The figure walked out, with Ning Wuji, and gradually walked towards the monk, this monk concentrated at the middle of the monk, his face looked very young, but the sense of vicissitudes added a trace of mystery to him.

"What do you call Daoyou? Looking at Leng Feng's approach, the monk smiled even brighter, a strong feeling, although the monk in front of him was in the early stage of contemplation, he was absolutely extraordinary, even much stronger than himself, and most importantly, his bone age was only eighteen years.

Such a young monk thought that with such cultivation, if he survived on the battlefield, he would definitely be a handsome man who was proud of his peers.

The deacon's words made Leng Feng frown, this time he didn't want to use his real name again.

"Below, the cold mountains. ”

"Cold Cold Mountain, this name is really cold. Ning Wujian on the side smiled slightly, and took another sip of spirits.

"It turned out to be Leng Daoyou, I don't know where Leng Daoyou came from. Hearing Leng Feng's introduction, the deacon was even more curious.

The deacon's questioning made Leng Feng cumbersome again, and his eyes were deep and profound.

"I'm here to pick a general. ”

Feeling his indecency, the monk laughed, turned around, made a gesture of invitation, and then walked to the deepest part of the gladiatorial arena.

The three of them stepped into the air, and after a few breaths, they reached the bottom, looking at the four battlefields in front of them, Leng Feng couldn't help but be interested, these imperial realms are indeed good, each has its own merits, any one is not an ordinary cultivator, no wonder the monks who came out of here are so loud, the blood trial can last for three years, I am afraid that mortals will go against the sky.

"Leng Daoyou, please here. ”

Leng Feng put away his sigh and followed the deacon into a stone door. The stone door is thick, and even if it is opened, it is with a slow and heavy sound.

Step into it, the inside is simple and vast, there is only a huge stone frame, on the stone frame jade slips are lined up, there are hundreds of thousands, some are new, some are old, and some are even broken open.

"Leng Daoyou, this is all the monks in the gladiatorial arena, you take a look at yourself, I still have to entertain the flag envoy outside. The deacon smiled and got up to leave, leaving only Leng Feng and Ning Wuji.

For a whole hour, Leng Feng read thousands of jade slips, and finally decided on the last candidate, looking at the jade slips in his hand, Leng Feng smiled, he knew very well that although these people were not the best in the gladiatorial arena, they all echoed their own personalities.

Walking out of the stone house and looking at the deacon not far away, Leng Feng rushed over with a smile.

And at the moment when Leng Feng walked out, three breaths instantly surged towards Leng Feng, feeling the attack of those three breaths, Leng Feng hooked a smile, did not look back, and let the three of them follow him.

Those three people were Huang Zhe, Dong Qing, and Li Xin, they had already come to this moment, and they also knew that Leng Feng was in the stone house, but they didn't bother, at this moment, including Ning Wujian, they all looked at each other tentatively, because they knew that in the next time, they would be a banner monk.

Looking at Leng Feng coming, the deacon smiled, took the jade slip handed over, and his divine sense invaded it.

But after he finished reading the first one, his brows furrowed, and his eyes looked at Leng Feng in surprise, he didn't know why this cold mountain would choose him, and then looked at the other four people, and after reading each one, his face showed puzzlement, until the end, he had some doubts that this monk called Leng Han Mountain was not here to recruit generals.

"I also asked the Taoist friends to summon these five monks. As if knowing that this deacon would be like this, Leng Feng didn't feel surprised, after all, the monks he chose were all extraordinary.

Although the deacon was puzzled, he nodded slightly, after the tea, the five figures stood in front of Leng Feng, each with its own posture, some of their eyes were unruly, some were puzzled, some were excited, and some were disdainful, this kind of scene, from a distance, was more like choosing Leng Feng.

The first one is a monk of medium stature, with a rebellious complexion, a few points stronger than Huang Zhe, and the five are all cultivators in the late stage of the imperial realm, compared with Ning Wujian and others, they are a little worse, but their deeds make Leng Feng very interested.

His name is Kuangfu, he was originally a monk in the vertical and horizontal domain, because of his bad nature was abandoned by his sect, after thousands of dangers, he entered the domain of Liyang, worshiped in the Yunlan Pavilion, and he was favored by an elder with good qualifications, but because he killed the heir of the mountain protection spirit beast, he was sentenced to death, he was in the death penalty, and was saved by the elder, and then he was assigned by the sect to the border wilderness, and he was not allowed to step into the Yunlan Pavilion for life.

Such a monk was a sought-after commodity, but he had entered several banners before, and every time he entered, the banner envoy who led him would die on the border soon after, which is why no one had chosen him.

The second is a strong demon cultivator, named Xiang Chen, his deeds are even more outrageous, within a battle, the entire banner of the people, only he is left, and the monk who killed the banner is not someone else, but himself, his demon soul is the four ancient murderers, Han Zhu, greedy and bloodthirsty, brutal killing, once inspired, he himself can not control.

Such a monk, this cold mountain even deliberately chose him, which really puzzled others.

The third is called Winning Sin, he is the youngest monk of the five, and he is also the most rational one, but his deeds are even more miserable, and even the entire gladiatorial arena knows his existence, the often defeated general, he is in the gladiatorial arena, hundreds of battles, but none of them are victorious, including yesterday night, he still returned with a fiasco, and it is not that he deliberately fails, every time he fights, he looks for others, because no one goes to find a monk who is often defeated, to improve his identity.

Leng Feng is very satisfied with winning the crime, hundreds of battles, the more defeated the more he fights, this perseverance alone is enough to shame a lot of concentrations.

The fourth is called Shen Yi, he is an outcast, there is not much description of him on the jade slip, but his origin is hidden, his deeds are more sympathetic, and if he knows a little bit of the inside story, no one is willing to accept him, and it can even be said that no one dares to accept him.

This is also Leng Feng's incomprehension, such a cultivation, no one accepts him.

Seeing Leng Feng looking at himself, Shen Yi couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, I really don't know what this flag envoy will look like after he knows his origin.

The fifth is a young monk, a little older than Leng Feng, breaking the waves, a monk full of colors in the gladiatorial arena, he is very temperamental, and he has more capital, he has never tasted a bow so far, he is arrogant, many banner envoys want to collect him, but he is different, he has let go of cruel words.

"Those who want to subdue me must first subdue me, and the premise of subduing me is to defeat me in the same realm. ”

This is also the reason why Leng Feng took a fancy to it, he did not taste defeat in the same realm, this word seemed to describe himself, Leng Feng smiled slightly, this time he wanted to see what was so extraordinary about this monk called Broken Waves.

"Look at it, you come to the border at such an age, you have enough milk. Looking at Leng Feng's eyes, Broken Waves was very disdainful.

His words made all the monks here look at Leng Feng, after all, the reputation of Broken Waves is not small, and the words he once said, even the lazy and sloppy Huang Zhe knew it. I really want to see how Leng Feng responds, and I am looking forward to whether the flag envoy in front of me has real strength.

For the words of the broken waves, Leng Feng's eyes flickered, and in an instant, a spiritual power bound his body, and the concentrating aura immediately dissipated, and a spiritual power of the imperial realm that shocked the four burst out, his eyes revealed a fine light, looking at the broken waves who were still disdainful, revealing a trace of evil smile.

"Today, I tell you to learn to respect your bannermen. ”