"What?Yang Soul Group?" Mo Chengfeng's two eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. Although the Yang Department where he is located also has its own sea of vitality, a few days ago, he had already entered the sea of vitality to cultivate and refine his soul, and now he is a mid-level spirit. But he still participated in the quota selection, and now he is here to participate in the quota battle with Zhang Baijian, so that they can take care of each other. But he didn't expect to know that Zhang Baijian was actually assigned to the Yang Soul Group.

"How is it possible? Is it a mistake?" Mo Chengfeng's seventh brother also stood with Mo Chengfeng, although the two of them were not brothers, they were from the same family, and they were both descendants. Naturally, they are also brothers.

Mo Chengfeng's seventh brother participated in the selection of places in the supreme group.

In this way, the selection personnel of the Divine Spirit, Yang Soul, and Supreme Third Order can be regarded as standing in one place, and there is a 'small gathering of righteousness' first.

"I'm not mistaken!I've indeed been assigned to the Yang Soul Group!" Zhang Baijian said with a smile.

Zhang Baijian was still laughing at this time, which made Mo Chengfeng's seventh brother admire it very much: "You are not small in the courage to participate in the selection of the Yang Soul Group in the early stage of the spirit. And this time, the competition in the Yang Soul Group was particularly fierce, and it turned out to be a probability of twenty to one. You have to be careful!"

Mo Chengfeng's seventh brother said very sincerely, and there was no perfunctory tone. Similarly, he didn't ask why Zhang Baijian was assigned to the Yang Soul Group, which was obviously something that belonged to the high-level game of the Barbarian Witch Tribe. A little shrimp like him, going up to inquire indiscriminately, is simply a long life.

What's more, Zhang Baijian was also confused about why this matter had become like this. Venerable Qinghu just told him that he was indeed assigned to the Yang Soul Group, not when he issued the notice, he made a mistake.

The three of them talked for a while and then separated, because the three of them participated in the selection in different places.

Follow the map depicted on the notice. Zhang Baijian quickly found a forest of ancient trees.

At a glance at this ancient tree forest, Zhang Baijian knew that this forest belonged to the 'barren' forest. Because it belongs to the Ancient Tree Forest under control, seals will be placed on those ancient trees that are more than 10,000 years old, so that they will not turn into dryads and move around at night.

In front of the woods was a small wasteland, on which one or two thousand people had gathered.

These people looked at Zhang Baidao's arrival, obviously a little puzzled. In the crowd, a voice teased: "Little one, you are in the wrong place! You want to come here for another hundred years!"

He mistook Zhang Baijian for someone who went to the god spirit selection and went to the wrong place.

"Your Excellency has lived for more than a hundred years, and you still have to compete for places with teenagers like us, which is really glorious!" Zhang Baijian said lightly sarcastically, and fought back unceremoniously.

Zhang Baidao's voice once again surprised many people. At this moment, someone took a serious look at Zhang Baijian. This look revealed Zhang Baidao's identity.

"But Zhang Baijian. Senior Brother Zhang in person?" someone asked.

Zhang Baijian nodded: "It's Zhang!"

As soon as Zhang Baijian answered, the person who wanted to fight back and give Zhang Baijian, the 'little guy', a little good-looking, paused. Zhang Baidao's name has spread throughout Pengzhou these days, and some people even compare him with some young men in the entire wild world.

Because of his strength at the beginning of the Divine Spirit, he single-handedly killed Chen Xiu and Xu Jie.

recognized Zhang Baijian's strength, so that no one spoke out again.

"Senior Brother Zhang, I think you're in the wrong place! The selection location of the Shenqi Group is in the Blue Wolf Valley in the north. Someone in the crowd shouted.

Zhang Baijian shook the notice slip in his hand and said, "That's right! I'm participating in the Yang Soul Selection!"

"What!"

Everyone was shocked at this moment, although Zhang Baijian had the combat power to defeat the peak of the gods. But it doesn't mean that he also has all the advantages that the peak of the spirit should have. What's more, this is the Yang Soul Selection Group. Entering the Yang Soul is another realm.

The competition for places in a meeting is bound to be a battle for dragons and tigers. In order to win the quota, no one will keep their hands too much, of course, above the peak of the spirit, the flesh and blood are one, and under normal circumstances, they can't be killed. But Zhang Baijian is different. If his internal organs were broken, he would definitely die.

"Senior Brother Zhang, this selection, I think you should give up!" Someone finally spoke, but this person was also kind. Combat effectiveness is not everything, this is known to all.

Zhang Baijian shook his head.

This is the opportunity that Venerable Qinghu has fought for him. Also in the Sea of Life, those people of the Barbarian Witch Water Department have long been prepared, and everything will be known there. If Zhang Baijian retreats, it will be equivalent to completely becoming meat on someone else's chopping board and being slaughtered by others.

Instead of dodging, give it a go.

Ignoring Zhang Baijian anymore, the crowd gathered into a pile and began to talk carefully. It's just that when these people were talking, they all squinted at Zhang Baijian intentionally or unintentionally. And Zhang Baijian stood aside, looking out of place with them.

Bang!

Thundered!

The ground suddenly shook violently, and as the ground shook, black smoke rolled towards the wasteland in the distance.

As the black smoke approached, people could see clearly that the black smoke was a person riding on a black beast. These people were dressed in bronze armor and held blood-colored dragon halberds in their hands, and they were burly and tall. The beast that sat down was also hideous and vicious.

In addition to the slight immaturity on their faces, which can make them look young, these strong men exude a huge pressure all over their bodies. Under this pressure, everyone's pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"It's someone from the Troll Guard Reserve!" someone immediately recognized the comer.

"What are they doing here? I didn't see the notice, and they were listed as one of the selection and assessment contents!"

Even in the face of the crowd, these people who rode black monstrous beasts and galloped over the troll guard reserve had no intention of stopping. They just drove their mounts into the crowd. Immediately, the crowd was dispersed by them, and billowing black smoke enveloped the surroundings, making a black miasma.

"What do you want to do?" the crowd roared.

"Hmph!" they were answered by a few meaningless sneers.

A big red-haired man roared, and with a shake of a spear wrapped around the banner in his hand, he picked it up at a member of the Troll Guard reserves.

Clang!

As soon as the reservist member of the Troll Guard grasped the spear, he pulled it hard before the red-haired man could make a move. The force of force caused the red-haired man to lunge forward. The next moment, his neck was firmly pinched by this reserve member of the Troll Guard.

Grabbing the red-haired man, the Troll Guard reservists drove the seated beast into the forest of ancient trees like a violent wind, and then slapped the red-haired man on the pole of an ancient tree, embedding it in the pole.

In the crowd, there were bursts of ridicule and smug sneers.

Looking at the red-haired man who was slapped on the trunk of the tree, a member of the Troll Guard Reserve said arrogantly: "We are here to compete for the quota! Of course, we are here, and you naturally have no chance! Because there are two hundred people on our trip!"

The meaning is easy to understand, they are exactly 200 people, so 200 places, they are round.

"What! Doesn't your Troll Valley have its own sea of life, why are you still competing with us for a spot?" one of them stood up and asked loudly.

Sou!

A black light flashed, and the spear with the banner in his hand flew out of the hands of the Troll Guard, and instantly stabbed into the chest of the questioning person, sending the person flying hundreds of meters away, and firmly nailing him to the trunk of the tree.

If it weren't for the strong vitality of the Yang Soul powerhouse, this person who was nailed to the trunk of the tree would only be afraid of death and no life. Even so, he is not at ease right now.

"I'll come when I come, can you handle it?" the man from the Troll Guard Reserve looked around coldly, with a sneer on his face. Most of the people present lowered their heads under the threat of these Troll Guard reserves.

Before the scene could return to calm, there were several figures in the distance, speeding towards the stars and the moon.

"Kou Fan, Lu Dingtian, Pei Xia, Gu Yuedan! These are all the best in the big family, why are they all here? Even if they want to compete for a place to go to the sand, hasn't this kind of thing always only appeared in the gods or even the spiritual platform?"

Yang Soul is already the core disciple of the Barbarian Witch Tribe, and the main combat power. Therefore, in order to ensure that the civilian members of these core disciples are not suppressed too ruthlessly, and the Yang Soul quota is contested, those children of big families generally will not participate.

This is one of the potential rules. Moreover, things like the Vitality Crystal Sand in the Sea of Vitality are of little significance to the Yang Soul powerhouse. Because every time the Yang Soul powerhouse transforms his soul, the vitality power he needs has reached a massive level. Even if you carry Vitality Crystal Sand, how much can you carry?

The shock is not over yet, with the appearance of batches of elite children of big families. Those who clearly said that they would not participate in the competition for places and retreat and cultivate. Or those who have not yet reached the cultivation level and have not yet reached the standards of the next soul transformation have also arrived.

A small wasteland, full of people, seemed very crowded.

The crowd was piled up, noisy and chaotic. Many of them have even more grievances, disagreeing with each other, and are about to do it when they see it.

In the midst of this noise, a figure fell from the sky, and the majestic momentum was suppressed, and the audience was suddenly silent.

"Venerable Mira is the person in charge of this Yang Soul selection! Of course, you haven't heard of me! But what I say, you must listen. The man was wrapped in a turquoise airflow, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"First of all, before the selection begins, no fights are allowed! Violators will be eliminated from the selection!" said Venerable Mira, waving his long sleeves. The Troll Guard reserve member who had wounded both of them was sent flying out and disappeared behind a mountain peak in the distance.

The remaining members of the Troll Guard reservists glared at Venerable Mira, and the weapons in their hands were already slightly raised, but they were pressed down by their leader. (To be continued......)