"Here we go. Qin Fan was originally sitting cross-legged on the bed and cultivating, but when he heard the loud bell, his heart groaned slightly, and he opened his eyes. He knew that it was the assembly bell coming from the royal family of the Great Qianguo, and it was to summon all the pilgrims to be reviewed before heading to the Zhenwu Temple.

Officially embark on the pilgrimage route!

Getting up on the bed, Qin Fan walked to the window and looked down, and could see that countless people had walked out of the building. The pilgrims walked directly in the direction of the palace, while the common people were prostrate on the side of the road, in the direction of the bells, with devotion in their hearts.

Thousands of pilgrims flowed to the palace like a torrent, and it was a spectacular sight.

And Qin Fan, Tian Meng, and Xue Jun quickly joined this torrent, and they just walked slowly with the crowd, like the most ordinary water droplets among them, without even setting off a little wave.

Here, every pilgrim has a realm of cultivation above the level of martial artist!

Here, every pilgrim is the best of their family or city!

Here, every pilgrim is the pride of the sky, and every one is a genius boy who moves the party!

Becoming a martial artist at the age of twenty can be regarded as a talent in an ordinary city, and there are few in the entire city, but here, this is only the minimum standard, even a twenty-year-old innate martial artist has not been ranked in the top ten!

These teenagers, who once stood out in their respective cities, came here like drops of water falling into the sea, and they all became inconspicuous.

It's like Tian Meng and Xue Jun, both of whom are the four sons of Nanfeng City, have always been the goal of all the teenagers in Nanfeng City, however, coming here is only at the midstream level, and they still need to worry about Baopin.

This torrent of geniuses poured into the vast review square of the imperial city before stopping, and someone had already guided the teenagers to line up one by one by grade and region.

Thousands of pilgrims, the children of the True Martial Family of each rank stood in a square, from high to low, from front to back. Although the True Martial Families above the Fifth Rank can send three representatives, in terms of the total number of pilgrims, they are still arranged from few to many, and the volume of the squares is from small to large, and the largest number of people is still the low-level Nine-Rank True Martial Family, accounting for more than half of the number.

As a Jiupin True Martial Family, Qin Fan can only be at the end of the line, quiet and ordinary, inconspicuous, except for acquaintances and enemies, no one else will pay attention to him.

Here, geniuses gather.

Here, evil people are born.

Here, only the strong can stand out.

"When—"

When the last bell rang, it seemed that everything came to an abrupt end.

The vast square, at this moment, suddenly became extremely quiet. At this point, no one dared to talk to each other. At this point, you can even hear thousands of people all seemingly breathing in the same rhythm.

Suddenly a morning breeze blew, blowing the boys' hair, beating their cheeks, blowing their clothes, and hunting, but everyone stood still, motionless.

Every pilgrim waits quietly, waiting for that moment to come.

A moment later, an old man in a red robe embroidered with a gilded lotus appeared in front of the pilgrims.

"The following is the list of pilgrims this time, those who read out their names will report for duty, and those who do not report will lose their pilgrimage qualifications and cancel the title of Zhenwu family. ”

Hearing such a severe punishment, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, for fear of missing their names. If there are still those who haven't come to report like this, it is estimated that they are those families who don't even have a martial artist under the age of twenty-two.

"Yipin Zhenwu family, Qianjing Qin family, Qin Haoyang, Qin Yueming, Qin Han. ”

"There are a total of three pilgrims from the Qin family in Qianjing, all of whom are in place. ”

"Yipin Zhenwu family, Luocheng Cai family, Cai Xuan, Cai Yao, Cai Xiao. ”

"There are three pilgrims from the Cai family in Los Angeles, all of whom are in place. ”

......

"Jiupin Zhenwu family, Wancheng Changjia, Chang Xiao. ”

"There is a total of one pilgrim in the Chang family in Wancheng, in place. ”

It took more than an hour for the lengthy list to be read out. This is the Parade Ceremony, which represents honor and responsibility.

Here, no one dared to show a trace of impatience, even if some disciples of the family felt drowsy, but the stakes were very high, they all used martial arts to stimulate themselves to stay awake, otherwise they would regret missing their name.

"There are a total of 3,650 pilgrims in place this time, and 75 are absent, and after this pilgrimage, these families will all be canceled from the title of Zhenwu family. ”

After more than an hour of reading, the red-robed old man's face remained unchanged and he was out of breath, and he still announced with a solemn expression. After speaking, he saw him roll up the long scroll of the list into a thick roll, hold it high above his head, step by step, and then bow down to the long steps behind him, and climb the steps.

When he reached the end of the steps, he respectfully knelt on the ground, raised the scroll, and said respectfully: "There are 3,650 pilgrims in the Great Qianguo, and they apply for pilgrimage, and I hope that the gods will approve it." ”

On the high platform, there was an old man in a purple robe, and when he saw that the old man in a red robe was already kneeling on the ground, he also stood up with a solemn expression, walked up to the old man in red robe, took the list, and then said loudly: "Accurate!"

Qin Fan quietly looked at the two old men on the stage below, and found that their strength was incomprehensible.

"Martial Venerable?" Qin Fan's heart was slightly cold, just by looking at it from afar, he could feel the powerful aura of these two people, and this powerful feeling that gave him was far more powerful than that of the Spirit Martial Master.

Immediately after, the purple-robed old man known as the Divine Venerable stood up and calmly glanced at the audience, and then the majestic voice began to spread throughout the audience.

"Soon you people will be about to enter the Land of Trials, and the specific rules of the trials will be announced before entering the Land of Trials, but now I can reveal to you that you will enter with the pilgrims from the Great Kun Country, and there will be fierce competition between you!"

"Only the strong will be able to stand out, and the weak will be eliminated! This time you will not only fight for yourself, but also for your family and your country! So you must show all your strength and fight with all your might!"

"Da Kun Kingdom?" There were many pilgrims who didn't know that there would be people from outside the Great Qianguo who would intervene in this pilgrimage before, and now they couldn't help but feel a little uneasy when they heard it, but under the eyes of the purple-robed old man, no one dared to make a move at this time.

"Once you enter the land of trials, you will be at your own risk!"

"The glory of the God of True Martial Arts shines on you, and you are about to create your own glory under the gaze of the God of True Martial Arts!"

"Pilgrimage, begin!"

The purple-robed old man pointed in the direction of the True Martial Temple, and the mighty pilgrimage procession began to march, towards the unknown path, accompanied by life and death, accompanied by honor and disgrace.

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It's still three watches.