The architectural style of this unparalleled square is extremely bold, like a mountain, blasted open by a fist that fell from the sky by a peerless power. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The Info fist bones turned into a ring, and the flattened mountain could accommodate nearly 10 million spectators. And the place that towers into the sky must be the peerless pagoda mentioned by Ling Shan.

Yang Hao released his divine sense perception to the greatest extent, although he failed to cover the entire Wushuang Square, but he also sensed most of it.

He roughly calculated that the number of martial artists participating in this sect selection exceeded two million, and it was still increasing. And the auditorium was already full, and the scene was not spectacular.

If it weren't for the fact that he had seen the might of the five million army on the battlefield, he would really be a little timid to see so many warriors at this moment.

"Sima Hong wishes Brother Yang to become a disciple of the True Moon Sect, the time is almost over, I will also go to the ring of the Sword Pavilion to report, and when the selection battle is over, I will definitely have a drink with Brother Yang. ”

Sima Hong said goodbye to Yang Hao, and walked towards the Heavenly Sword Ring that pierced the sky upside down with high fighting spirit.

Almost every ring has its own characteristics, the Sword Pavilion is the Qingtian Sword, the Thunder God Gate is a bright thunder light, and the Jingling Zhai is a simple guqin...... These are just phantoms of the formation, nothing more than to inform the martial artists to go to the ring they want to challenge.

Yang Hao squeezed through the crowd with difficulty, walked to the vicinity of the ring of the True Moon Sect, and handed over his participation token to register. Simply engrave a number on the entry token and the registration is complete.

Most of the registered warriors stood at the back of the ring, quietly waiting for the martial arts to start, and Yang Hao was not maverick and followed the team closely.

"This fellow Daoist, if you are interested in joining our Supreme Alliance, we will be in the same group in the competition later. We can work together until we take out the other contestants. ”

As soon as Yang Hao entered the waiting area, a handsome young man came over to lobby and put his hand on Yang Hao's shoulder, as if he was very familiar. There is only one purpose for such an action, this person wants to perceive the strength of his own physical body.

If there was no enlightenment, even if there was a turtle breath secret method, Yang Hao's cultivation would have nothing to hide. But now, as long as the spiritual power works slightly, it can perfectly hide the strength of the physical body. Not only did this person not find out the details of Yang Hao, but Yang Hao was clearly probed, and it was actually a sixfold peak of body refining.

The cultivation displayed by Yang Hao was only the fourfold cultivation of the body, and this strength was considered to be in the upper middle among the more than two million martial artists, so he was naturally attracted by the enthusiasm of that handsome young man.

He didn't refuse, such a person wanted to find cannon fodder, but he had unknowingly become cannon fodder. This is the cruelty of the martial arts world, often when you think you are going to succeed, it falls short.

"I don't know what friends are called, my strength is a little scum, and it won't drag down the entire alliance, right?"

Yang Hao is smiling, no one knows what is hidden behind this smile, but those who know Yang Hao know that this group of people is afraid that there will be no good fruit to eat.

"In Xia Li Yuan, Daoyou is willing to join is simply like a tiger with wings, how can it cause trouble. I'm going to recruit the other contestants now, so you get together with the members of the alliance first, and then we'll talk about how to fight. ”

Li Yuan doesn't want to waste time on a martial artist like Yang Hao, although the cannon fodder has some strength, it is just cannon fodder, while the game has not started yet, he has to win over some more people, and then he can enter the True Moon Sect steadily.

There are many people who have the same idea as Li Yuan, and many of those who have registered are already forming gangs. I have to say that in this melee, unless the personal strength is very perverted, the alliance is the best way to survive.

Yang Hao's divine sense swept over the members of the Supreme Alliance, and there were more than a hundred people, and most of their cultivation was between the fourfold refining body and the conjoined threefold. Except for Li Yuan, who was hiding his cultivation, he didn't even have a six-fold powerhouse who refined his body, which couldn't help but make Yang Hao a little disappointed.

He shook his head, his gaze falling on a cliff somewhere directly across from the ring. Where is the position of the strong, but now it is empty, and it seems that there is still some time before the opening of the sect selection.

The more than two million warriors present are the dreams of more than two million strong men, but Yang Hao knows that it won't be long before most of the more than two million heroic dreams will disappear from here.

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, those who only have the second or third level of body refining and come to participate in the selection of the sect are fools. But Yang Hao knows that it is not them who are stupid, but this cruel world.

This group of people represents the lowest level of today's Lingyun Martial Artists, and their cultivation may not be in the eyes of the law, but they are already as dazzling as geniuses in their respective small tribes. If they were given a few more years, their cultivation might be able to improve a little, but that would have lost their meaning, because the sect only recruited martial artists under the age of twenty.

In order to get out of the tribe and fight for a new life, they have to stand in the cruel ring today. Clench your fists and challenge those who have cultivated to a level higher than yourself.

This is fate, and perhaps the sorrow of the weak!

Yang Hao no longer looked at the bustling crowd, holding the jade tube given by Ling Shan in his hand, learning about the information of the powerhouses from all walks of life.

Knowing oneself and knowing that one's opponent will not be defeated in a hundred battles, this sentence is still very important for martial artists with similar strength.

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Time flies by, and it is really pitiful to be a warrior who can be as leisurely as Yang Hao before the war, without the slightest nervousness, and look at the entire Wushuang Square.

The sun is setting in the west, and the orange sky seems to indicate that the cruel sect selection is about to begin.

The entire Wushuang Square was like day under the glow of the night pearl, and the passion of the warriors finally reached the extreme in the starry sky, because the strong finally appeared.

"Look, that's Yan Jinghai, the Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion!"

"The person behind him shouldn't be Lei Luoshan, the master of the Thunder God Gate, right?"

"Even the rain at the west gate of the Desperate Palace is here, it seems that the news that there is a strange treasure in Anyuan City is really true, but I don't know if these strong people have obtained the strange treasure?"

These cyclone realm powerhouses, which are extremely rare on weekdays, appeared more than a dozen at once, and there were even hundreds of soul powerhouses. These pillars of the Lingyun Country, which one of them is not a looking up existence, their appearance makes the entire Wushuang Square boil endlessly.

Although many people knew in their hearts that these powerhouses had only come to Anyun City for the purple qi east, and watching the selection of the sect was just incidental, it was no longer important at the moment. Since they appeared in the VIP seat of the sect selection, it means that the sect selection will be highly valued.

Most of the palms of the participating warriors unconsciously oozed beads of sweat, thinking about how to beat the crowd in the ring and win the attention of the strong.

Yang Hao didn't know any of these so-called strong people, but a certain fat man next to him kept telling their classic deeds. Although Yang Hao was upset when he heard this, he finally understood the identities of these people, and couldn't help but set his eyes on the head of the True Moon Sect.

This person's name is Jiang Han, and he is a man who looks very elegant and atmospheric, just like the teacher in ancient China, which is very special. He was walking in the air with the palace master of the Desperate Palace who was wearing a black cloak and looking extremely obscene, which made Yang Hao feel that the True Moon Sect was still very good, at least there would be no shame on the façade.

The strong men of all parties fell from the sky one after another, and the uproar of the warriors was no longer as fierce as it was at the beginning. However, the two figures speeding in the distance once again ignited the atmosphere of the entire Wushuang Square, and the sound of cheers resounded in the sky, just to welcome the two beauties of Lingyun Country.

"It's Fairy Ling Shan and Fairy Zhou Zhilan, the two fairies actually appeared at the same time, they are so beautiful that I can't even look at them directly. ”

Yang Hao thought to himself: This fat man's exaggerated expression is comparable to that of an old actor like Wei Mo.

He simply glanced at Ling Shan, then directly ignored it and instead focused all his eyes on Zhou Zhilan.

This woman is the same as back then, her delicate face is cold, and her deep pupils are still indifferent. She didn't show any joy because of the chanting of thousands of warriors, maybe for this kind of person, all this is just noise. Her indifferent eyes are disdain for the weak, but unfortunately no one can read it except Yang Hao.

Yang Hao made a rough guess about her cultivation, it should be between the late stage of the body and the peak of the body of the body, anyway, the breath has definitely not reached the soul transformation realm.

I think that when I was in Amethyst Prison that day, this little sucked the qi and blood on her body dry, and when she was dying, she still didn't even have the courage to look at her. Not because of weakness, but because of the coercion of the strong that she unleashed, which aroused the fear deep in her heart.

Today, two years later, Zhou Zhilan is still the existence that Yang Hao looks up to, but the gap between them has narrowed from the original heaven and earth to a realm that can be touched.

Yang Hao has hatred for this woman, but the hatred is not strong enough to lose his mind. Seeing that this woman was well, she only scolded the Sword Pavilion and the Zhou family for half an hour.

After Ling Shan and Zhou Zhilan, he is the young man Yu who is in the limelight in Lingyun Country today. He didn't come from a big family, but a wizard that some elder of the Sword Hall had accidentally met.

This person's Heavenly Sword King Body, whether it is the understanding or perception of the sword path, can be called terrifying. Just three months ago, at the age of sixteen years and one month, he broke through the limit of the True Spirit Realm and became a powerhouse of the Enlightened Body.

You must know that this person only started cultivating at the age of ten, and he reached this realm in only six years. Let many people in the outside world think that this son is very likely to surpass Zhou Zhilan and become the person with the fastest cultivation speed in Lingyun Kingdom in the past ten thousand years.

Even Yang Hao looked up at the young man who had just flown over his head, he was full of spirit, and after hearing the cheers of tens of thousands of warriors, the excitement was not hidden at all, but he was nostalgic, and he circled around the Wushuang Square before returning to the VIP seat.

There were many warriors present, and they all sighed in their hearts that fate was unfair. Everyone is human, why is he the Heavenly Sword King, and he is nothing. Although the voice of such a complaint is small, at least more than half of the people have this kind of thought in their hearts.

After Yu Gongzi, there was a plain-looking monk in a green robe with thick eyebrows. The coercion exuded by this person is not weaker than the sect master of the great sect at all, and the momentum of the king who intimidates the world on his body is even more daunting.

"This person is so strong!"

Yang Hao didn't know who this person was, but there was a kind of depression in his heart, which was not the suppression that the sect masters of the major sects did not have.

Those powerhouses who had already been holding their breath in the VIP seat to recuperate their spirits all stood up after sensing the arrival of the green-robed thick-eyebrow monk.

"City Lord Ling!!"

Tens of thousands of warriors shouted out, and Yang Hao knew that this person was actually Ling Shan's father, one of the four commanders of Lingyun Kingdom, and the city lord of Anyun City------ Ling Jingtian.