At the end of the assessment, Fengluo's ranking rose steadily. Three or four imprints at a time must be far inferior to Aranda's frenzied collection. But most people only have one or two, or none at all.

Some of the people at the top of the rankings die, and the people behind them move forward. For example, the person who was lured by Feng Luo to use the self-injury technique died at the hands of another person who picked up the leak.

"That fool actually used the Seven Pulse Absolute Forms, and his cultivation was instantly raised to the sixth layer of the pulse! Fortunately, the time lasted short, and he broke an arm, and finally let me get out. And then kill back, and the idiot is kicking the tree in anger and killing him with a single sword......"

"I didn't expect that the top five people would die at your hands. It seems that your strength has increased greatly, and you are already a top-ranked person. ”

When it comes to the Seven Styles of Absolute Pulse, everyone knows that it is the person who has an empty eye, so no one sympathizes. Instead, the person who killed hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't, don't, are you going to help me find hatred with such a handful?" The next time I take the assessment, when someone else touches me, they won't kill me to death." ”

"Don't worry, there won't be so many masters sent in the future. I have inside information that the number of masters in the assessment will be greatly reduced, and the last person to participate in the assessment is only below the pulse. ”

"Is the news reliable, what about people who have a pulse above them?"

"Of course it's reliable! You think, according to the strength of the two of us, it is more than enough to support a small sect of dozens of people in a small place, and it is a pity to die here. As for the whereabouts, it will be arranged from above, and it is good to have a stable meal to eat. ”

The people in the tavern talk about the changes in the Land of the Dead, and they all say that they have the inside scoop.

Feng Luo drank wine quietly and ate meat, not thinking about these closely related things. With his current strength, no matter how the land of death changes, he can't decide his fate.

As for the possible way out, others have already said it for him, and there is no need to think about it. Moreover, it is useless to think too much.

No matter what, the general will definitely not let them go. After raising it for so long, it is delicious and delicious, and they are rare thugs, and they can't be wasted. Any arrangement will be full of thrills.

"Little brother, you're here. I saved your life last time, and you haven't invited me to drink yet. Uncle Noche sat down next to him and asked for a glass of wine.

"Uncle, you have to see clearly, I'll save you first, let's clear the two!" Feng Luo didn't have many crystal coins on him.

"Of course I know that under the circumstances, I still have a chance to escape, and you are absolutely dead. So I saved you, you didn't save me, at most you can help me......" Nozhe played shrewdly.

"That's right...... I'll go first, and the wine money will be on his head!" Feng Luo suddenly burst out, rushed out of the tavern, left behind such a sentence, and left in a daze.

Nuozhe scolded Fengluo for being treacherous, but he couldn't help it. The tavern has a deep background, and if he wants to go back completely, he can only take out a few crystal coins from his shriveled pocket.

The decrease in the number of assessors naturally decreases the difficulty. Some people with low strength have more room to dodge. But at the same time, it means a reduction in rewards, and most people feel shy.

Let's kill more people! This has become the common aspiration of many candidates. The tempering of the Land of the Dead has made killing their instinct. Nothing but killing.

Master Mu's arrangement has made countless people become tools for killing, and those who died. People in the Land of the Dead, even if they are not qualified to become shadow thorns, will be terrible in the outside world.

Think about it, a small city of hundreds of thousands of people, a person of the pulse level can serve as the captain of the guard. After reaching the pulse, not to mention the creation of a small gang of dozens of people, hundreds of people can be suppressed.

Even in the military, these people are stronger than most officers. It's just that they are not accustomed to strict military discipline and cannot directly enter the army to serve.

Before the new round of assessments, the people of the camp were summoned to the vast training grounds. A high-ranking officer stands on a platform and speaks to everyone with a pulser.

"According to the latest decision, a person who has reached the pulse above can leave the land of death after four tests and more than twenty branding......"

There was an uproar in the audience, and the soldiers scolded for a while before they quieted down.

Those who died would never have died if they heard it. The standard was so low that there was no need to die in the first place. The living are filled with joy and begin to look forward to a good life.

"Don't get too excited, there's a rule: you have to get four results in a row. And everyone must participate in this assessment in the future! According to the results of the assessment, arrange where to go in the future. ”

The excited crowd calmed down and pondered the final hurdle. Most of the people who can stand up to now meet the requirements. But if you pass the next assessment, at least half of them will die.

They look for targets, targeting those who seem weaker. The difficulty of the assessment task is greatly reduced, as long as you get a level of branding, and then hide until the end.

Feng Luo pretended to look around in horror, and a slight sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He didn't care about the difficulty of the task, others didn't want to kill more, but he made the opposite decision: kill all sides and show his strength.

The weakness he pretended to be made many people see him as a potential target. When the time comes, he doesn't need to look everywhere, others will take the initiative to find him.

"Feng Luo, are you interested in cooperating with me, as long as you get two brands, we can leave. As soon as the rally was over, Nuozhe came up and put his green hand on Feng Luo's shoulder.

Nuozhe's cultivation technique is related to poison, and his palms have been soaked in countless kinds of venom. Even though he had put away his pulse, there was still a faint fishy smell coming out, making Feng Luo stay away.

Feng Luo's shoulders shook, avoiding Nozhe's green paws. "Uncle, you better go to your grandson to cooperate. I'm used to being alone, like that. He smiled back.

"My grandson, isn't it you? I said a long time ago, you are very similar to my grandson, so I suffer a little loss, recognize you as a grandson ......" Before he finished speaking, he was blown away by Feng Luo's full force.

The atmosphere of the assessment fell into a strange tension. Or rather, excitement. Even those at the bottom of the rankings don't think they're prey. With just one brand, what's so difficult? Almost all of us think that good luck is on our side.

With less than a hundred, there are fewer people in the Land of the Dead than ever before. The degree of danger has not decreased in the slightest, and everyone is holding their breath and quitting alcohol and sex two days before the start of the assessment.

Before, because I didn't know when I would be able to leave, I simply had wine today and drunk today. Now I see hope, good wine and beautiful women, after leaving the land of the dead, you can enjoy it to your heart's content, and there is no need to rush it.

began to assess, after Feng Luo entered the land of death, he did not hide, but trotted without hurry, and the goal was very obvious. Because his main purpose this time is not to kill, but to be killed.

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