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Chapter 66: Secretly Hand and Foot

In the quiet of the night, there are many people who hide the throbbing hearts. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The sound of insects is accompanied by starlight, but everyone's boiling hearts are still not quiet, they all know that tomorrow is the beginning of the life-and-death struggle.

The next day, it will not come because of the prayers of others.

As expected, the dawn sun tore through the last vestiges of the night, and the morning dew shone brightly in the light.

Tianjizi and the other five elders got up, looked at the people who were still resting, and nodded to each other.

Tianjizi's voice was not high, but it was like a bell, gathering everyone's eyes together.

"In the second world, the war of the hundred schools of thought, the war in the eastern region has officially begun!"

There were no sensational words, no tirade opening ceremony, only a simple announcement, and a major competition began quietly.

Everyone got up with a serious look on their faces, and followed the five elders to the ring in the deep mountains.

The villagers of Muyang Township are eligible to watch the event, and they get up early in the morning and come here, waiting for a scene that they may never see in their lifetime.

Zhou Lingyun followed Xiaoji step by step, and the Jian Wuxian group beside him also had serious expressions, even such an arrogant and unruly person as Situ Lei was like a quiet kitten at the moment, and even began to feel a little uneasy.

Five hundred years in the blink of an eye, only those with great magical powers can be lucky enough to survive this time.

Now, another 500 years, and a new era.

It is these disciples who have been given hope to determine the glory of each school for the next 500 years.

The huge team slowly moved to the ring.

The five elders found their place, and they acted as referees.

The regional competition of the Hundred Schools of Princes is only a team competition, which tests the unity and coordination between the disciples of each school.

Winning or losing is as simple as that, surrendering, or dying in the ring, there is no third way.

These disciples will not have the opportunity to participate in such a grand event next time, and for them, this is the most magnificent stage.

And for the leaders of those schools, these disciples may really be among the best young talents in the school, but at this moment they are just chess pieces, and their lives can be exchanged for five hundred years of Guan Rong and glory, which is the greatest achievement.

Surrender, that's a shame.

Not only the shame of the disciple himself, but also the shame of his own school.

You can die in battle, if your death brings glory to the genre, then at least you are still the hero of the genre, if you lose, your death will only be burdened with infamy, and it will continue to be passed down in the genre for five hundred years, until your bones buried deep underground begin to rot, and perhaps someone will be able to forget you.

This is the survival mode of the second world, and this is the real behind the battle of the hundred schools of thought.

Ruthless, it is a portrayal of the world at all levels. As long as there are people, there are interests, and only when there are interests, there are sacrifices.

Last night was not so much a practice for all the disciples as a chance for all the disciples to wake up.

If you can understand the cruelty behind this battle, then you can really give it a go.

Of course, in a certain aspect, these cruelty are more restrictive to those family sects that have really been inherited for thousands of years, because more eyes look at them, as for those cannon fodder sects that are used to fill the number, they are relaxed, it doesn't matter about life and death, surrender is not difficult for them.

The greater your fame and the greater your strength, the more people are looking forward to the day when you fall from power.

This is human nature, unabashedly human nature.

The five elders sat still, and one of them said indifferently, "The Tiger Roar Gate has come up to draw lots." ”

A man in Tsing Yi walked up respectfully, he was the team leader, a little-known team leader, silently drew a sign card and handed it to the elder.

"Lingfengmen, this is your opponent. The elder glanced at him casually, and said no more.

The team leader nodded, explained a few words to his disciples, and let him go on stage.

These are two inconspicuous small characters in the Eastern Region, their sect may not be heard of by many people, and even these two teams together can only be four people, it is estimated that it is luck to be able to survive the Tianling Mountain Range, I am afraid that it is unknown whether they can pass it when they go back.

The four people on the stage couldn't see their expressions, their lips were white, and they often couldn't connect with each other, and some of the people below looked at them, like clowns, quickly ended this meaningless fight, and left with the team leader after stepping off the stage.

"Ling Fengmen won and advanced to the next game. The corners of the elder's disdainful mouth lifted as he announced the result.

The leader of Ling Fengmen immediately stood up and saluted respectfully: "In comparison, the disciple is slightly unwell, and we will abstain from the next competition." ”

As if he had guessed a long time ago, the elder just snorted coldly and nodded.

In his eyes, these are just the role of clowns.

Time passed quietly, a pair of people and horses were competing, Zhou Lingyun watched the endless competitions below, but he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

Transparent and bright, perhaps Zhou Lingyun has long understood the significance of this competition.

"Lan Zong, come up and draw lots. The elder saw the sign in his hand and smiled, this is his own sect, he is the current sect master of the Lan sect.

Luo Wuchen walked up cleanly, full of confidence.

Taking the sign in his hand, Luo Wuchen glanced at it casually, his eyes widened in an instant, he never thought that he would encounter the top few schools in the Eastern Region in such a remaining team.

The sect master of the Lan Sect naturally received the expression in his eyes, hurriedly took the sign, glanced at it, and had to say helplessly: "The Lan Sect is against the Flame Gate, and both sides are ready." ”

Also surprised to hear was the elder next to him, who was the master of the Flame Gate.

The five elders were the sect masters or sect masters of the top five schools in the Eastern Region, and they didn't smile when they heard that there were already two of them fighting now, and whether they won or lost, it was a good thing for them.

Tianjizi said modestly: "Brother Proud Dao, Brother Tianlai Dao, this time you can see the strength of the two factions, which can be regarded as an eye-opener." ”

Several others also laughed in response.

Ju Aoran smiled bitterly, and glanced at each other with Lei Tianlai, but scolded Tianjizi's ridicule in his heart.

Such an outcome is unacceptable to them.

Because there is only a team battle, the result of the game is the ranking, and now whoever loses in the two sects will represent the top five in the eastern region will be rewritten.

Tianjizi looked at the sad faces of the two of them, but secretly smiled, thinking about the aura that Zhang Liang secretly handed over to him yesterday a few months ago.

Relying on this magical aura, Tianjizi secretly rewrote the sign.

He has ambitions in his heart, he wants the top five in the eastern region to be rewritten, and a number of unusable genres will be recreated, so that his Taoist family will be dominant, and when the time comes, he will be the king of the eastern region.

Tianjizi looked at the palm of his hand, and there were two spiritual qis, which were enough.

Ju Aoran naturally had doubts in his heart, it stands to reason that there has been basic communication between the five major schools, and they should not have met each other in the early stage, he and Lei Tianlai glanced at each other, and glanced at Tianjizi with some suspicion, and Tianjizi took the lead in sneering just now.

But how did he do it secretly?

Ju proudly shook his head, is it really such a fate?

In the ring, Lan Zong and Agni were already standing with each other, hating each other. For them, the game was in front of a large crowd, and surrender and death seemed like two options, but they had to choose the latter.

Whoever will win will mean who will live.

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