"This aroma, could it be Lian Jue Dan? Lian Jue Dan that can help people calm down and feel good when cultivating, so that the cultivation efficiency can also be slightly increased? Haha, the value of this pill is also comparable to your Jiao skin. The old man in the big and round earthen clothes shrugged his nose and smelled the fragrance wafting in the air, and smiled at the middle-aged man in purple.

The short and fat old man in red shouted: "You guy, you have such good materials that match my attributes, why don't you take them out and exchange them with me earlier! My 'Lian Juedan' is not worth less than your piece of Fire Jiao Beast Jiao skin!"

The middle-aged man in purple said with a smile: "When you win, just come and get it directly, now this is my gambling money, you can't exchange it now." ”

The short and fat old man in red blew his beard angrily and stared, but he also knew the temperament of Ziyi, and he couldn't take him. I had to turn my head and carefully look at the students with fire attributes in the field to see what their chances of winning were.

The blue coat was a ********, and he also smiled and said in a coquettish voice: "Count the old lady, the old lady is also greedy for the treasure in your hands, I have a 'Yan Weeping Sui'." ”

As she spoke, she flicked to the tight willow waist wrapped in a blue tight-fitting suit, and a small purple jade box slowly opened, a blue-black one like a cow's horn that had shrunk dozens of times, and the whole body was full of a strong earthy atmosphere, refreshing.

Under the smell of Tsing Yi who had no desire to mix with it, his eyes suddenly shot out of greedy brilliance. He shouted excitedly: "Fairy Liu, if your 'weeping fire' is refined into my Xuanyun, it will be very wonderful!"

The blue-clothed ********, who was called a fairy, naturally trembled proudly, giggled: "Wonderful but wonderful, but you are wonderful and not me." What gambling money do you have to win against me......?

In a small, secluded canyon in the Hazy Mountains that is obscured by thick fog.

Forty or fifty of them were dressed in white suits, and their long hair was draped or tied, braided or tied. And they all look like young people in their twenties, scattered on the trees, under the trees, on the grass, and in the fog.

"Let's all be leisurely, our task is just to forge and forge these rookies who have just entered the Xuan Cultivation Realm. And let their so-called heaven-level class know what means to know the real genius. Among them, a rugged man with a black carbon face who looked like he was in his thirties buzzed at the youths.

"Yes!" the young men in white replied in unison, as if they were deeply afraid of the black-faced man.

The students in the tent got up one after another, and the hustle and bustle dominated the quiet road.

"Li Zi! You have also been pursued by the firebird? Great. I've been worried you'll not make it. A young woman in a blue dress said happily while holding another woman in the same outfit.

The woman who was being held broke away from her arm and said coldly: "You are running fast, Hugh has to mention it again." The woman looked stunned when she heard this, and a slight embarrassment appeared on her face, and she stopped talking.

"The teacher who shamelessly said that he was going to take us to the task point to pick us up the task suddenly used the 'earth dungeon technique' to cover us one by one. If it weren't for the fact that I could attack the same place again and again, and barely stabbed out until I was about to run out of Xuan Qi, I'm afraid I would still be in the dungeon now!" a purple-clothed young man deliberately lowered his voice angrily and said to the classmate beside him.

"Don't be noisy, the trial began when we stepped into the misty forest. Don't you see that there are only one or two hundred people in the field now, and there are thousands of people in the yellow class of our academy. A young man who was also dressed in a purple suit, with a white face and a hooked nose, looked at the students in the tent and said in a deep voice.

Lu Li also struggled to get up, when he wanted to say something to Deming next to him.

The emaciated face of the purple-clothed middle-aged man among the six people at the edge of the tent smiled, and a purple Xuanyun the size of half a zhang was lifted off the ground on his feet, and he said in a loud voice: "Students! ”

Dozens of young people who were still sitting cross-legged on the ground were suddenly swept away by the sharp feeling that suddenly poured out of the Xuan Qi, and then they opened their eyes, slowly got up, and looked at the purple-clothed middle-aged man who was one foot above the ground, with an ordinary appearance, his cheeks were deeply sunken, and he had a handful of goatees.

The giant tent was rushed by these words, and suddenly fell silent. They all looked at the middle-aged man in purple.

He said with a smile: "Except for the new arrivals this year, everyone knows me." I am one of the six major superintendent elders of Fang Mingmen, serving as a criminal lawyer. ”

Most of the students twitched at the corners of their eyes and their faces.

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 piercing through the flesh 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.