A few hours passed.

The big competition is getting more and more intense. Fewer and fewer people are able to stay.

Finally, in the expectation of everyone, the outer gate Dabi reached the decisive battle.

"What a pity, senior brother. Murong Yu sat next to Han Lin and looked at Ding Hao's figure on the stage lonely.

At present, the overall situation has been decided, and Ding Hao is sure to win.

Murong Yu's eyes were bloodshot. Angry clenched his fists. He was still hating, how could he just be so bad. If he had one more fireball, he would have won.

To everyone's surprise, Murong Yu actually went all out, and like Wang Shi, he scored in the top fifty before failing.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he sat there, and said hatefully: "When it's empty, I must go and learn that fire control technique!"

Han Lin didn't change his face, and his expression was flat.

His gaze was gloomy. Attention has long been out of the ring.

Li Changfeng, who was sitting on the rostrum, also nodded again and again. Appreciation is undisguised.

Situ Kong next to him said: "He really deserves to be a person valued by the master." The Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Period is as powerful as a battle. Think of me back then, hey, I'm ashamed of myself......"

Song Lin smiled softly: "Senior brother, don't think about it. You major in medicine, and your combat power is naturally inferior to other schools. However, if it were me, at this age, I wouldn't need a secret weapon, but I was afraid that it would not be able to make ten moves. This little junior brother is really powerful......"

She has had a crush on Situ Kong for a long time. It's just that the falling flowers are intentionally ruthless. Situ Kong is an elm head. He only had medicine in his eyes. Nothing else, madness.

Zhan Bailie sneered, his eyes squinting with a vigilant light. He is also thinking about how he can turn defeat into victory if he changes himself to Song Ande. After all, he and Song Ande are both fire spirit roots.

Facing Ding Hao's Wood Spirit Root should have an advantage.

"It shouldn't be like this!"

Lin Wan'er looked at it beautifully. She was a foundation building monk who forcibly broke through the seventh layer of Qi cultivation, and she lacked experience in fighting methods. If you don't use magic weapons and powerful spells, you may not be the opponent of the lover.

Ding Hao and Song Ande have been facing each other fiercely for half an hour.

The sun is setting. The ring was lit by the sunset on the horizon, and it was as brilliant as fire.

"The winner has been decided. ”

With Ding Hao's elbow hitting Song Ande in the back of the head. The latter fell to the ground and could not get up again, which also heralded the end of the outer door Dabi.

The crowd was in a commotion, and applause rang out.

Some disciples chanted Ding Hao's name. Finally, the roars joined in unison.

Ding Hao's robes have been burned to the point of being worn. The cloak is scattered and stands in its place.

The mountain wind blew and whipped the clothes. He looked around. Unbeatable.

Murong Yu was stunned. I imagined in my heart how majestic it would be if I stood there.

Only Han Lin's eyes were like ancient wells and deep pools, as deep as ever.

When he hit the second hand, he pretended to be defeated and surrendered and conceded defeat. Of course, he didn't come to participate in the Outer Gate Competition. He didn't like that reward. He made a special trip to visit and study. After all, there aren't many such opportunities.

Watching Ding Hao's final battle, he assessed his strength in his heart.

He has always been particular about planning before acting.

Taking this battle as an example, he weighed his strength and found that he didn't need to use any magic weapons, he only needed to use spells to knock Ding Hao to the ground.

In half an hour of fighting, he Han Lin was able to catch at least more than 30 flaws in Ding Hao, causing the rest to die.

And Zhan Bailie, who was in the middle stage of foundation building, with his cultivation and insight, only found less than ten opportunities, and he could turn defeat into victory.

"Of course, in this kind of sect competition, he Ding Hao didn't use a powerful magic weapon, and he didn't even see the shadow of the legendary rune treasure. He didn't do his best either, and he still hid his back hand. But that blow Qingyuan slash is a bit interesting. That's a foundation building spell. He was barely able to use it. ”

Come to think of it, no matter how noisy it is outside.

Han Lin's heart was cold.

Qingxu Gate blue sky and white clouds, the mountains are verdant.

Just like the seasons change. No matter how much excitement has happened, it will eventually return to calm.

Only the sound of the wind echoed in the mountain gate.

This is the life of the Immortal Cultivation Sect.

Two more years passed before I knew it. The Scarlet Trial has officially begun.

This time, the blood-colored trial was presided over by Sword Forging Peak. The third floor of the Bounty Pavilion loft was also opened for the first time.

The excitement is back.

Excited monks flocked to the Bounty Pavilion.

"Line up, go in one by one!" The door was guarded by an inner monk. They exude the fluctuation of cultivation during the foundation building period, and they are not angry and arrogant.

And the monks went in and out one by one.

The attic was even more crowded with people watching the excitement.

Many people have long known about the existence of the Blood Trial. After all, the blood-colored trial is also known as the "foundation building trial". So famous. Every time I don't know how much to stir in, I dream of the flesh and blood of the monk who built the foundation.

Only a young monk like Murong Yu, who had just entered the door and didn't like to inquire much, would know for the first time.

Since Murong Yu experienced the Outer Gate Competition and achieved the top 50 rankings, his life has ushered in earth-shaking changes.

He once again tasted the same revered feeling as Wang Shi.

Walking on the road, he was always looked at with envy or jealousy.

He felt as if he had suddenly stepped out of a dark corner into a paradise full of light.

"Isn't that what you want?" suddenly went from obscurity to being closely watched and pointed.

He began to look forward to the beginning of a new day. In the past, when he was at his worst, he often couldn't sleep, was under great stress, and had intermittent insomnia. Even hair loss.

But that's no longer the case.

Every day, as soon as the sky dawned, he opened his eyes and was full of energy. I didn't have the slightest intention of lying in bed, so I immediately turned over and got up.

He had a good time. It's true joy. It's not the kind of suffering and pleasure that I used to be with Han Lin.

is still the same person, the same dress, the same face, used to secretly scold himself as a "dog", but now he calls himself "Silver Spear Lang" to his face.

He felt as if he was having a sweet dream. I heard the senior brothers around me discussing themselves, praising themselves, and praising themselves. He felt refreshed and sour.

But this time. This kind of vastly different treatment did not let him get lost.

He has grown, matured!

He knew from the bottom of his heart what these compliments looked like.

It's ugly, it's dirty, it's stench, it's unbearable!

It's bullying, fear of the strong and bullying the weak!

It's high and low, afraid of hard and soft!

It is to value the rich and bully the poor, to deceive the good and fear the evil!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help it, and secretly looked at Han Lin, who had been by his side. That little bucktooth, how does it look like a cute chipmunk.

He was sure in his heart that he must be sure that he had only one true friend in the entire division, and that was Han Lin.

It was he who gave charcoal in the snow and reached out in the dark!

It was he who accompanied him out of the trough!

He Murong Yu, for his Han Lin, is definitely a good brother who can stick a knife in both sides.

He stood beside Han Lin and felt that his heart was really steady.

They stood together, looking at the list posted in the Bounty Pavilion.

The person next to him consciously gave way to the "Golden Knife Guest" and "Silver Spear Lang".

It is clearly written on the list.

There are a total of forty-five places in the Qingxu Gate to participate in the Blood Trial.