The purple-clothed elder took out a piece of white paper from the black leather bag around his waist, and said coldly: "The yellow-level class is divided into classes according to attributes, and there are ten classes of disciples with the six attributes of wind, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, and the number of people in each class is about twenty, adding up to more than a thousand people, but now there are only more than two hundred people standing here. The other students who didn't pass the trial were all sent back to Fang Mingmen, and if they didn't pass the first round of trials a year later, they would be expelled from Fang Mingmen directly!"

He coldly glanced at the expressions of the students in the tent who all changed color after hearing this, and continued with a slightly slow expression: "You also know that the war has spread to hundreds of small countries in this Yanlang region, and countless Xuan cultivators have died on the battlefield. In just a few years, the two only medium-sized countries in the Yanlang region will go all out into the war. When the time comes, none of the Xuan cultivators in the entire Yanlang region will be able to try to be alone, and even those of you who are low-level students in the Primordial Xuan Realm will be forcibly conscripted into the army! Only by becoming stronger, constantly getting stronger, and constantly becoming stronger can we survive! We Fang Mingmen don't want the weak! Because the weak will die. ”

The middle-aged man who seemed to be thin and weak coldly said the cruel reality in front of them, and the two hundred or so young students were stunned in place, with different expressions.

Some of the students turned pale, as if they could not imagine what the situation of the Hundred Nations War would be like in the near future. Others shot a wild light in their eyes and clenched their fists.

Deming's face showed a look of determination.

"I've heard Wu Yang say that the war is going to start before, since this is the case, it's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, Xuanxiu is fighting for his life to the sky, retreating is death, and there is still a chance for eternal life!

Thinking of this, I was inexplicably passive all the way here, and I didn't know that I was excited to finally join the sect, and I didn't know that I was worried about the trial behind me and the war that was conscripted into the army to participate in the war with a great chance of falling.

Deming snapped his eyes shut, shook his head, and exhaled heavily. This abrupt move fell into the eyes of Lu Li, who heard that he was going to devote himself to the war of the hundred countries and was in a state of blood.

He cast a concerned look and whispered to Deming with some understanding: "Don't be afraid, war is fun." Although many people died, what is the point of living without fighting?"

Deming: "......"

The other five elders had somehow stood on the five corners of the tent and watched everyone in the room. When they heard what Ziyi said, there was also silence.

"Everyone who reported their names came to my side. The purple-clothed elder said coldly.

The students immediately cheered up when they heard this. Even though some of the new students didn't know the methods of this seemingly thin and inconspicuous middle-aged man, there were definitely no more than fifteen new students who could pass the 'strong' trial. The rest of the people who can stand here are the elite of the class, and there are few who have no brains.

"Liu Yuanzong. The purple-clothed elder said a name in a loud voice.

A young man with a small head and a tall face hesitated slightly, and walked towards the middle-aged man in purple who was still stepping on the clouds and rising in the air, stopping at the edge of the tent, standing behind him with his hands tied, his eyes looking at the ground, because of the many eyes, his face was a little unnatural.

"Han Zixiang!"

A beautiful woman with long legs and a peach blossom face and an uncomfortable face walked towards purple, as if she was not used to being watched by everyone.

Just as she was about to get to the edge of the tent.

"Poof!"

The sound of a sharp sword penetrating ** suddenly sounded!

The Xuanyun under the purple-clothed elder's feet suddenly turned into a Xuan-colored sword, stabbing at the woman named "Han Zixiang", and under her disbelief, she passed through her chest. She looked incredulous, dead and dead.

The grass was stained red with blood, and it was shocking to see it in front of the students.

After a brief silence, I don't know which schoolgirl suddenly let out a startled scream. And except for a few people who were in an uproar and at a loss. The others were unmoved.

"Hehe, that's good, it seems that most of the people who can stand here are elites. You, you, and you, there is someone outside to pick you up, go out. The man in purple first pulled his sunken cheeks up slightly, showed a smile, praised the students in the audience, and then coldly pointed out the students who had just screamed and showed a trembling color.

When Deming was shocked just now, he only frowned, and saw that most of the people looked calm, and Lu Li also had an indifferent expression. When his mind changed sharply, he felt that he should be fine, so he did not move his expression.

Deming despised the willow white beside him, but he showed a look of pity, as if he felt sorry for the flower girl to die like this. The corner of Deming's eyes swept over Wu Yang, who was the last person in the third class of the yellow level, but he had a calm look on his face, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

When he looked at the source of the incense, he was shocked to find that the dead long-legged woman was lying on the ground, but there was an animal that was no different from an ordinary flower deer except for a pair of white horns that looked like horns on the top of her head.

Seeing that the corners of Lu Li's eyes twitched slightly, Dai Ming asked him in a low voice, "What is this?"

"The Mysterious Beast has also been involved in our human warfare. Lu Li said with a cold expression.

The crowd was making some noise, and they saw a long-legged woman on the ground who suddenly turned into a deer beast. In particular, the classmate who killed the woman was horrified. never thought that the woman who got along with her in the past would be a mysterious beast, and I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.

Deming's heart sank, the cruelty of the path of metaphysical cultivation was far beyond his expectations. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse to come here.

The six elders looked coldly at the 'Flower Deer Beast' on the ground in a hexagonal manner.

The curtain at the exit of the tent behind the blue-clothed elder who was far away from the purple-clothed elder was suddenly lifted, and a figure dressed in an earth-colored power suit with a black mask that only showed his eyes suddenly carried the body of the 'Flower Deer Beast' out of the tent with great ease.

"Li Sheng!" the purple-clothed elder looked at the lower right corner of the white paper in his hand flashing out two small characters, and then shouted indifferently.

The white paper in the purple-clothed elder's hand could only show the name of one student present at a time.

This is because the name written on the blank paper in advance on this blank piece of paper is hidden by the 'Sequence Technique' that the six elders have blessed together. Every time you inject Xuan Qi into it, only one name can be revealed.

Before, when Elder Tuyi was willing to join the ranks of bets, he felt that the strength of the disciple he belonged to was a little weaker, and the odds of winning were really not great, so he simply gave away the treasure for nothing. It was proposed that this method should be used to determine who would gamble on their side.

Then the total score of these people combined will determine the final winner. As soon as this proposal was proposed, it was agreed by most of the elders, because most of the elders were not very confident in their own disciples of this attribute, and they were not sure that they could overpower the disciples of the other five attributes. And this way is completely up to luck, and if you lose, you can't blame anyone.

In this way, after the purple-clothed elder shouted out one-sixth of the students in the audience, the white paper was handed over to the beautiful woman in blue.

"Wen Xiangtian. She smiled and glanced at the name flashing on the white paper in her hand, and said coquettishly.

In this way, all the students in the audience stood behind the six elders one after another, and in the open space in the middle of the tent, only a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy with an ordinary face, a thin body, dressed in a cyan power suit, and his long hair was simply tied behind his head with gray strips of cloth, stood straight and calm.

"Eh, why hasn't this kid's name been recorded on paper?" After Tsing Yi finished reading the last name, he saw that no handwriting appeared on the white paper. looked at Deming Dao with some confusion.

"What class are you on?"

"Yellow Class 3. Deming replied calmly.

"Look at you're a recent student too. Elder Tsing Yi didn't ask Deming again, and turned to Liu Bai, who was standing behind the beautiful woman in blue, and asked, "Why hasn't he been recorded in the class roster?" ”