September 1st.

The early morning sun shone softly on the plaza outside the Hall of Trials. Li Shuidao, Li Shuilong, and Li Yijun came here early, they were wearing uniform black robes, their expressions were firm, and their eyes were resolute.

There were already many monks gathered in the square, some talking in low voices, and some silently concentrating on cultivation.

Li Yijun felt a little nervous in his heart, this was the first time he had come to the Trial Hall, and his eyes couldn't help but look around, trying to find some familiar faces.

At this moment, an auditorium disciple walked over, and he smiled and said, "Please show the merit plaque to the three of you." ”

Li Shuidao and Li Shuilong took out a small iron piece from their bodies at the same time, which was engraved with their birth, place of origin and teacher, and if they used special magic weapons, they could also check the exploits of the two.

Li Yijun showed an embarrassed expression.

The disciple of the auditorium knew the reason at a glance, so he walked up to Li Yijun with a smile on his face and asked, "Daoist friend is participating in the trial for the first time, right?" ”

Li Yijun nodded.

"Please come with me, we need to register and verify our identity." The Great Hall disciple said.

Li Yijun followed the disciples of the auditorium and came to a simple hall. Inside the hall is a huge mahogany table filled with various papers and papers. Next to him stood a monk, holding a thick booklet, waiting for Li Yijun's arrival.

Li Yijun stood at the table a little nervously, answering the questions honestly, and the monk found Li Yijun's information, checked them one by one, and then began to fill out the form.

After a while, the monk handed an iron merit medal to Li Yijun, and said with a gentle smile: "Li Daoyou, this is your merit medal, you can participate in the canyon trial today." ”

Li Yijun was taken away by a female disciple, his eyes were firm, and he repeatedly reminded himself that he must be decisive and not afraid of life and death!

At the same time, Li Shuidao and Li Shuilong were also taken away by an auditorium disciple.

The jade ruler tapped the merit plaque on their bodies, and the small piece of iron emitted a faint light.

An auditorium monk walked up to Li Shuidao's side, he stared at Li Shuidao's face, and said seriously: "Li Shuidao, you are a red-card monk, according to the regulations, you can only enter the Trial Canyon on the last day. ”

Li Shuidao nodded, he had long expected such an arrangement.

After all, he walked into the canyon on the first day and didn't see a single red card.

On the other side, the Great Hall Monk walked up to Li Shuilong, and he smiled and said, "Li Shuilong, you are a black card monk, according to the regulations, you can only enter the Trial Hall the next day. ”

Li Shuilong nodded, he was not surprised by this.

On the first day, the white-card monks threw their cards, and the people who threw the cards were scarce.

The next day, when the black card monks entered, all of them would choose to break their cards decisively, and at least half of them would break their cards.

On the third day, the red-carded monks entered, but there were not many people who threw their cards.

After all, there are still not many people who have participated in two consecutive wrestling battles, and there are even fewer red cards.

After learning the specific arrangements of the auditorium, the two of them simply went back first.

Following.

Towards evening, Li Shuilong, under the guidance of the disciples of the Great Hall, entered the Canyon of Trials, and he was locked in a cell on the mountainside.

Looking out through the iron fence, the bonfire was blazing, and the three Silver Hook Guards of the Law Enforcement Hall were cruising back and forth in the canyon with flying magic weapons.

The scene is so intimate......

A smile appeared at the corner of Li Shuilong's mouth.

Day 3.

The last day of the Canyon Trials.

Except for some "piglets" who were forced to come, this is also a day for real masters to participate in the trial.

Li Shuidao, Su Xiaoyu, and three other monks came to the Trial Canyon together.

They were all red cards from the last trial, and none of them were over eighteen years old.

Under the guidance of the Auditorium Friars, they lived at the highest point of the canyon and were given a red card as soon as they entered the iron gate.

Li Shuidao stood near the iron window, and soon found Li Shuilong and Li Yijun, the two were not far apart, and at this time, the iron cage of the two had already hung black cards before.

"Not bad......" Li Shuidao nodded, neither of these clansmen disappointed him.

Soon it was getting dark......

The Monks of the Great Hall brought dinner to every trialist who was locked in the cell.

Li Shuidao uncovered the wine jug made of bamboo tubes, and drank the spirit wine inside in small sips.

Now that he is participating in the canyon trial again, he has long lost his previous nervousness, as if he is here to play, or even harvest.

If it weren't for the fact that he really lacked merit, he wouldn't even want to bully these ordinary disciples with inferior cultivation.

Suddenly.

Li Shuidao frowned, and his expression became serious.

Gifted with supernatural powers, the eye of the wind, let him see something special.

Something might happen tonight......

Night is falling......

More than a dozen men in black quietly came to the canyon under the cover of night.

They walked through the darkness with agility, easily subduing the Great Hall disciples in the canyon one by one, causing them to fall to the ground with a heavy fall.

The Law Enforcement Hall monks who were patrolling high above their heads saw this scene, but they chose to turn a blind eye, and two of them even flew away directly.

The hall monks in the canyon are all from the Lan family, but their cultivation is generally not high, and they are not the opponents of the black-clothed people at all.

The black-clothed men stunned a dozen or so Auditorium disciples who had cultivated to a low level with poison magic, and bound and imprisoned them.

They took off their auditorium clothes and changed into the wide black robes worn by ordinary disciples.

The Lan family used the small family to kill the law enforcement hall monks; The monks of the Law Enforcement Hall should also exchange courtesies, so that the monks of the small family can slash the people of the Blue family.

After all this is done......

A dozen men in black quickly retreated, and sealed the entrance to the Valley of Trials as a law enforcement hall.

One of them, a tall man in black, remained, and he changed into the white of the Great Hall monk.

He stood on the rocks of the canyon with a torch in his hand, so that everyone could see him.

He shouted loudly, "The canyon trial has officially begun!" Today's rule is that there are no rules, completely free killing, one merit card is equal to one hundred merits, you can freely combine, or you can kill separately, but anyone who wants to leave the valley will be killed, I declare the killing begins. ”

Then the man threw away the torch, and immediately disappeared into the darkness, and he jumped onto the flying magic weapon of the last Law Enforcement Hall monk.

At the moment of leaving, the law enforcement hall monk sacrificed a flying sword, and the sword light flickered, like a streamer breaking through the air.

The flying sword swept through the canyon below, slicing through a dozen iron gates with ease.

Bang, bang......

One by one, the iron doors fell, and more than a dozen black cards with fierce faces walked out of the cell.

They had all seen blood, killed people, and devoured fellow monks during these three days of trial.

The more brutal the trial, the more it can arouse their inner desire to kill.

Li Shuidao pressed his hands on the iron door, took a deep breath, and the strength of his whole body gathered between his palms, his muscles tensed, and his green tendons were exposed.

With all his might, he pushed forward fiercely.

The iron gate creaked with a dull creak and then collapsed, splattering rubble and filling the air with smoke.

He pushed the heavy iron door open, and it fell from the cliff with a dull crashing sound.

Su Xiaoyu's long sword was in his hand, and the sword light flickered. She gathered her breath and slashed through the iron door with a sword, the blade of which pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound.

The iron gate was slashed in half, and debris scattered and scattered, revealing the path to freedom.

The other three red card masters each performed their own stunts, and the prison that bound them collapsed in an instant.

They stood outside the cell, looking at each other warily......

(End of chapter)