"Ring 13 third round, 1206 Roman wins"

Defeating his opponent easily again, Ian silently walked out of the ring. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Devile, who was following behind, wondered in her heart, since Ian came back at noon, his face had been strange, as if he had something on his mind.

"Devile"

Ian in front of him stopped, but Devile didn't notice and hit him headfirst on the back.

"What's wrong?"

Devile rubbed her head and mumbled.

"I want to be quiet, can you go to Rand and do they?" Ian didn't look back, and his voice was different from usual.

"Yes, yes, but...... Are you okay, brother?" Devile looked at Ian, his back was unusually gloomy at this time, as if all his strength had been drained, and he staggered and walked towards the outside of the ring.

Ian's back was so strange to Devile's eyes.

......

Bang!

Ian punched the tree with a fist, and with a bang, the bowl of thick ancient wood was smashed off and fell to the ground, startling a group of birds.

"Damn, shit!"

Ian's eyes were red and he cried out, "Why, why this body...... You can't become a god!"

Ling Kong appeared behind him at some point, opened his mouth a few times, but found that he couldn't comfort people at all, so he could only stand silently behind him and watch him vent his anger.

Let's rewind the clock to noon

"Tell me what connection there is between you, me, Witch, and Sardin. Ian grabbed Ling Kong's exposed shoulder, looked into Ling Kong's eyes, and said seriously.

"Actually, there is no special connection" Ling Kong broke free of Ian's palm, she was not used to such intimate contact with people, took a few steps back, leaned on the ancient tree, and said softly: "As for the relationship...... It should be said that the four families of the gods of death who belong to the same Karan plane. ”

"The Four Dead Gods?"

"The Kahlan main plane is different from the rest of the main planes, from its birth to the present, there have only been four gods, that is, the ancestors of the four families of the current gods. ”

"How is that possible?" said Ian.

Ling Kong glanced at Ian before continuing: "The four families are: the Ling family where I am located, the Wu family where Wu Qi is located, the Kain family where you and Sardin are located, and the Tim family that has disappeared. ”

After saying this, Ling Kong answered Ian's question quietly.

"The Kalan constitution is different from the rest of the planes, to put it simply...... I just can't become a god. ”

"What did you say?"

Ian jerked on Soku's shoulder again, his voice tinged with a hint of anxiety.

"That's literally," Ling Kong lowered his head and continued, "That's why I was very surprised to find out that you have a godhead in you at that time." ”

Ling Kong stretched out his arm as light as a jade lotus, and the power of his blood veins was activated, and a strange purple vein emerged, and a depressing aura appeared at the same time.

"The power of the bloodline is the power given to us by our ancestors, and it is also the shackle that makes us gods, and this spell will limit us and we will never be able to ascend to the throne of gods. ”

"Never Ascend to the Throne"

"Unable to ascend to the throne"

"You can't become a god!"

Bang!

Another two-person hugging towering ancient tree was pierced by Ian, Ian's face was hideous, and he was looking for the next target again.

When he raised his hand, a white phantom stopped in front of him, and Ling Kong lightly opened his teeth, and said softly: "Becoming a god, is it really that important?"

"You don't understand," Ian looked at Ling Kong coldly.

"I need strength, the strength to be able to grasp everything!"

"If it's just strength, then it's not a problem, above the altar, you can still continue to improve. Ling Kong hesitated for a moment and said slowly.

"How?" asked Ian, as if grasping at the last straw, grabbing his empty hands.

“...... Can't say"

"What?" Ian's eyes grew cold, "You're kidding me?"

Ling Kong shook his head and jumped up lightly, Ian only felt that his hands were empty, and the petite white figure had disappeared into the forest, and the girl's last words echoed in the air.

"It's not that I don't want to say it, but I can't say it. ”

"What do you mean?"

Ian frowned, he had to figure this out.

Tower of the Sage

The door of Tony's office was slammed open by Ian, and Tony's gaze was still on the brief history of the Kara plane, and there was no surprise at Ian's visit.

Even before he entered the Tower of the Sage, Tony knew of his arrival.

"Is there something wrong?" said Tony as he turned another page, without looking up, and it seemed that he had read the book with relish.

Ian approached quickly, propped his hands on his desk, and asked loudly, "Am I unable to become a god?"

"Oh?"

Tony finally closed the book, looked at him and smiled lightly, "Who told you that?

"It doesn't matter," Ian didn't answer him, looking into Tony's deep eyes, and asked, "I just want to know if it's true." ”

"Of course it's true"

“......”

"But don't be sad, think of your father Satin, who is still an altar. ”

"How?"

"Did you choose the Hermesgow conjecture? He'll give you the answer. ”

......

Immediately after Ian was kicked out of the Sage's Tower, Ian looked angry, these guys were mysterious, I don't know what was going on, but his heart also settled down.

A false alarm

But......

Ian thought of his parents in his mind, thinking that they were gods, but he didn't expect that they were also altar-level like him in his previous life.

Ian couldn't help but feel a little funny, in his previous life, he thought that he was already the first person on the altar, only then did he realize that there were people outside the world, and there was a sky outside the sky.

Thinking of this, Ian couldn't help but hammer his head, in his previous life, he focused on cultivation and adventure, and was indifferent to things other than these two, and he had already suffered a big loss at this time.

Back in the ring, Ian walked over with a smile when he saw Devile easily defeat his opponent.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Seeing Ian again, Devile clearly felt the difference between him before and after, and the whole person was obviously much more energetic.

Ian coped with a few words, and the two walked to the other ring.

Looking at it, after three rounds, there are obviously a lot fewer people in the ring, but there are more and more people in the audience, and only 376 people can see the next round of the competition.

At this level, there are no weaker students anymore, and every battle is worth dealing with seriously.

Half an hour later, all the competitions were over, and the students who had passed the third round were told to stay and re-edit their number plates.

Ian glanced at it, and the first class of students was really strong, except for Hans who crashed into the muzzle of the empty gun and Carit, who was eliminated by Witch, the remaining 22 people were all here.

The rest of the game is going to be brutal.