"300 Hall Contestants Sign In!"

The voice resounded in the sky, and the majestic fighting spirit made people nervous.

The people who can participate in the Baitang War are all selected through layers of selection, and the gold content is beyond doubt. The fifth brother boy of Wudoutang left the section where Wudoutang was located with a solemn expression, and went to sign in under the instructions of the staff. Horn raised, go to battle, good boy!

"Come on, boys!" Looking at the backs of the scrappy young man with his waist straightened, the white-eyed old Taoist touched his long white eyebrows and muttered in his heart.

A pair of expectant eyes, a pounding heart, the audience raised the horn of battle, and clenched their fists. The exhilarating shouts resounded in the sky and spread far and wide. For their own honor, for their own sake, for the entire Martial Arts Hall, and even for the entire Dong'a Immortal Sect, one contestant after another surged hard. How important this hundred hall battle is to these young people, a good opportunity to emerge and make a name for themselves, they all have a belief in winning in their hearts, and they even try their best to achieve a good result.

With the flow of people who signed in to the competition, he slowly approached the colorful stone that Long Tian and others had tested their fighting spirit and spirit. One by one, the palms were placed on the colored stones, and a ray of light poured out, and the information of the contestant was registered in it, a magical stone.

There were thousands of contestants, but the speed of recording each person took a few seconds, and it was done as soon as you let go and raised your hand. It was Long Tian's turn, the young man's eyes were surging with red light, he did not hurry to put his palm on the colored stone, a red light flashed on the colored stone, as soon as he raised his hand, the light disappeared, and Long Tian's sign-in was completed, and the next thing was to wait for the official start of the Baitang War with a little nervous and expectant.

The flow of sign-ins continued to surge, like a long queue, staring at the flow of people who signed in one after another with surprised eyes. Among the contestants, there are many powerful ones, with a domineering momentum, menacing and chilling. The more than a dozen veteran-level figures on the rostrum were also observing all this with a smile, it was another battle of a hundred halls, whether they could still sit in the top ten positions, it all depended on the performance of their disciples, there were expectations, there were worries, this was an honor. But every Baitang War will emerge dark horses, people will be pulled off the horse, and there will be newcomers on the throne, and all the strong will be respected.

"Show off your strength, half a pot of water, jingle bells, and be careful of being kicked in the crotch. Yang Yuan glanced at a tall young man with a fighting spirit surging wildly in his body, holding his head high, and his voice sounded in the ears of several friends.

"Xiao Yuan, he's waiting for you to kick his little brother!" Qian Fang, who was beside Yang Yuan, said with a grim smile, and suddenly climbed Yang Yuan's shoulder.

"If you meet it, then I'm really embarrassed to kick it, if I accidentally kick it, I'll help him call!" Yang Yuan also smiled playfully.

The conversation eased the tension, and the atmosphere became relaxed, but there was still a trace of solemnity between the eyebrows of each teenager, looking at the participants who signed in, these participants are not vegetarians, there is no shortage of powerful characters, their breath fluctuations are not very strong, but the steady breathing revealed is really not to be underestimated.

"The people from the Fairy Sword Hall began to sign in. A crisp voice rang out from the crowd, causing a stir.

The pomp and circumstance were not small, and I saw five young men dressed gorgeously and uniformly, carrying a green mang's long sword, all of whom had the potential to be a little white face. Girls like handsome guys, and their appearance is a girl is one by one, shouting, screaming, one after another, and even more eyebrows, holding up their little breasts, the scenery is infinitely good.

"Ouyang Jie is so handsome!"

"Han Shin is also a handsome guy!"

"Be my boyfriend, I'm willing to make a promise!"

"Idiot ......"

These teenagers signed in indifferently in the eyes of a group of and a group of young people who were eyeing each other, they were the disciples of the proud Xianjian Hall, the first hall of the Dong'a Immortal Sect, the Xianjian Hall, they enjoyed the best resources, with the first tutor of the Dong'a Immortal Sect, Feng Qingyang, who was in charge of the guidance, they had full self-confidence, and their aura was magnificent, and they had only one goal, that is, the championship, after all, the Xianjian Hall had won the championship of the Hundred Halls War three times in a row, and the aura of glory surrounded these teenagers. They were able to cause the restlessness of the audience, one can imagine how prestigious the Immortal Sword Hall has in the Eastern Immortal Sect.

"I hope these teenagers don't disappoint these girls by making shows, if they meet me, I will let these girls remember me as a handsome and dashing young man with a jade tree in the wind. Exhaling a breath, blowing his bangs, and touching his nose, Xiao Feng muttered. The smile on the corner of the mouth makes people feel sinister, and the friction of the bones also produces a 'click' sound.

The boy has a restless heart, and those flowery teenagers are full of temptation.

"Lengji!" In the midst of everyone's conversation and laughter, in Long Tian's eyes, there was a touch of gloomy and cold Sen Ran, his eyes were condensed, and ripples surged in his heart, making Long Tian's partners also perceive this change in Long Tian, and slapped his palm on Long Tian's shoulder: "Don't be impatient!" Hearing Qin Yun's words, Long Tian forcibly suppressed the surging fighting spirit in his heart, and at this moment, Leng Ji seemed to have noticed this gaze in the distance, the corners of his mouth just raised a sneer, and slowly left.

"He actually entered the Dong'a Immortal Sect as well. Long Tian's eyes slowly disappeared into the darkness with his cold back, and Long Tian retracted his gaze, feeling a puzzle in his heart.

Long Tian suddenly fell into endless sluggishness, and gradually the sign-in was about to come to an end, only a few dozen people did not sign in, the sun in the sky has illuminated the whole square warmly, there seems to be a trace of heat, with the number of sign-ins gradually decreasing, the whole square fell into madness again, one by one the contestants are gearing up, eager to try.

"That girl is the little fairy of the Raken Hall. After saying that, the boy whistled, and this time the noisy young people who were full of vigor and vigor, there would be a group of little perverts who were eager to try. A young girl slowly approached the colored stone, and she couldn't see her face from a distance, but her back was slender, a bush of black hair, and after signing in with her hand on the colored stone, she drowned in the crowd, and the stunned Long Tian spit out a word for a long time: "Little demon girl!"

"Little demon girl, it's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get there, you turned out to be the little fairy in their mouths. Long Tian muttered in his heart, smiling.

When the last girl who was born with a good spirit signed in, the square was really boiling, churning people, cheers, shouts, and mixed together. The big battle is about to begin, take a deep breath and relieve the oppression brought by this momentum!