The priest took a sip of the teacup and looked at the competition platform, with no expression on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking, as if he was tasting the aroma of tea. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although Lin Jie had led the villagers to resist the night attack of the Flame Thieves when he was in Xiaoye Village, and had killed many thieves, he had never felt so shocked as he was today.

After all, killing the thieves of the Flame Thieves is their desperate resistance for survival, and if they don't kill the thieves, the thieves will kill them.

It's like today, the students who were originally the same Battle Spirit Academy, and they didn't have much entanglement of interests with each other, but today they would fight for their lives in the graduation assessment.

"Stop!" A figure appeared beside Teng Jiang, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the illusory shadow of the spear head, and with a slight pinch of the illusory shadow of the spear head, it turned into a ball of nothingness and disappeared.

"Xun Yuansheng!" the red-clothed referee duly announced the result of the game.

Only then did everyone realize that it was the nearest guardian teacher who appeared beside Teng Jiang.

"Good!" There was another round of applause from the stands, and I don't know if they were applauding for the two students fighting to the death, or for the teacher to avoid blood splashing on the spot.

Teng Jiang fell to the ground in a stumbling manner.

Four students of the Battle Spirit Academy ran on the competition platform, and lifted two of them down for treatment.

"Come up on the 3rd to compete!" The referee's voice came from the competition platform again.

The following competition was one after another, and there was no break at all, not even at noon. Of course, for a Battle Soul Master who can absorb the aura of heaven and earth, it is nothing to skip a few lunches.

However, in the following competitions, except for those whose strength is very different, and one side admits defeat before the competition or at the beginning of the competition, seven or eight of the nineteen battles are full of violence and blood, and one of them is also killed because the guardian teacher could not rescue him.

After watching several thrilling competitions in succession, the corners of Principal Jules' eyes twitched a few times, and he turned his head to Lord Ann and said, "Actually, to check the strength of these people, there is no need to make it so bloody. "The people who are fighting below are all his students, how can he bear to see them die?

Lord Ann shook his head slowly: "Only when you are in the most dangerous time, or when you are dying, can you stimulate a person's full potential, stimulate a person's desire to survive, potential and desire to survive are also part of strength, and these are also very important in the gambling in the Devil's Forest!"

"Since you choose to become a Battle Soul Master, you shouldn't be afraid of death, if these students will be defeated and die in the graduation assessment, even if there is a guardian teacher, then even if this student's cultivation qualifications are amazing, with this kind of luck, I am afraid it will be difficult to go far on the path of the Battle Soul Master!"

"Could it be that the gamble in the Devil's Forest should be weighed on potential, the desire to survive, and luck?" Principal Jules was puzzled.

The priest smiled but did not speak.

"Luck, such an illusory thing, can Priest An believe it?" Principal Jules looked at him strangely when he saw that Priest Ann did not answer.

"Hehe, although the theory of luck is ethereal, formless and insubstantial, it has to make people believe in the existence of luck. Many people are lucky enough to be able to do anything, and these have also been mentioned in some classics, but they are not so thorough!"

Principal Jules said noncommittally: "Luck may be just a coincidence in many cases!"

"Coincidence?" Lord Ann shook his head again, and sneered: "If it is a coincidence, there are too many coincidences in those who have great luck!"

Principal Jules was silent, he knew that in order to survive in the Devil's Forest, it was really not enough to rely on the cultivation of the War Soul alone, how many powerful War Soul Masters were killed in the Devil Forest, how could the cemetery of the War Soul Master be in vain?

Besides, how can the battle soul cultivation of the students of the Guat Battle Soul Academy of the Ding Saint Empire be bad, and a little more luck may really be a bargaining chip for victory!

It's just the word luck, how to prove it, how to judge and measure?

If you continue to compete like this, I don't know which student will have bad luck and end up dead in the following graduation assessment?

For the following competition, Lin Jie felt a particularly illusory feeling. Those students who used to take classes together, for the ethereal promise of the God of War Temple, in order to reflect their own value, actually started a life-and-death struggle in the graduation assessment. This is different from natural selection on the path of cultivation, and these students should not reach the point of life and death at all.

Lin Jie's heart was suddenly shocked, and he suddenly thought of a question, the strangeness of the graduation assessment of the Holy Fort War Spirit Academy this time, presumably he would not be the only one who saw it, but why did those students still compete so hard?

Even a fool can now see that although those guardian teachers will really come to the rescue when they endanger the lives of students, as long as they do not endanger their lives, even if any students will be seriously injured in the competition, they will not take action.

Is the promise of the Priest of the Temple of War and the ranking at graduation really so important?

Lin Jie had a doubt in his heart, he originally wanted to release water in the later competition and deliberately lose to the other party, but now it seems that this approach is right or wrong?

"Lin Jie!" Lin Jie came back to his senses in contemplation, and saw a very kind face appear in front of him.

"Chief Priest Lu!" Lin Jie looked at the old man in front of him in surprise, although they had only met once eight years ago, but for Lin Jie, they were extremely impressed, this person was the black-clothed chief priest Lu Yidan of Fontaine City.

Presiding Priest Lu was wearing a black presiding priest's robe, and the smile on his face was still so kind, and the eight years seemed to have left no traces on him.

"Hehe, I can't even recognize you, if it weren't for this little girl calling you, I wouldn't have known you were Lin Jie!" Lord Lu looked delighted, and Liu Feiyao stuck out her tongue at Lin Jie on the side. This girl is so big, she doesn't have a steady breath at all, and Lin Jie glanced at her angrily.

"Uncle Lu hasn't changed at all after so many years!" Lin Jie said happily. Lord Priest Lu was the most powerful Battle Soul Master he had ever seen.

Lord Lu smiled bitterly: "Don't laugh at you Uncle Lu, after so many years, even you have entered the Ning Yuan Realm, I still stay in the Quenching Bone Realm, as for the Ning Yuan Realm, I am afraid that this life is hopeless." Saying that, his expression was a little gloomy, staying in a certain realm and not being able to advance was a torment for every Battle Soul Master.

Lin Jie really didn't expect that his unintentional words would cause the old man's sadness, and he quickly diverted the topic and said, "Uncle Lu is so healthy, it is only a matter of time before he enters the Ning Yuan Realm, how could Uncle Lu come to the Holy Fort Battle Spirit Academy?"