The villagers and the survivors are the two most prestigious groups in Tongtianzhai. They can come here to observe the newly arrived Dounu, and they are even more sophisticated among the villagers in Yongta Town. **《》*

A few powerful auras were leaked from time to time from the shelves of the dome and from the towers.

However, the deepest breath in the entire Yongta School Field was not in the dome, but the giant tower on the southwest side of the viewing platform. The tower was like a long sword, rushing straight towards the sky. It was about seventy or eighty floors wide, and it spiraled up and had a strange structure.

At this moment, on the top of the spiral rising giant tower, four people with different shapes but all wearing the same armor cloak were looking at the trial area intently.

"Early early in the morning, I'll bring me here to see the newcomer's trial. You guys are really leisurely."

The one who spoke was a lazy young man, with his eyebrows slightly raised upwards, and his disdain was beyond words. Such a young man would give him a harmless feeling wherever he placed it, and it was also the type that girls liked. But he appeared on the Dounu Tower, and a scar nearly a foot long from the forehead to the side, crossed his entire cheek and spread to his neck. Whenever he smiled, the scar was also laughing, which looked very strange.

In this way, anyone who sees him will know that he is not easy to mess with.

With his ability to stand at the top of Dounu Tower, his cultivation has long been able to produce bones and rotten flesh to repair this scar. But in Tongtian Village and Yongzhen School Field, if he is too handsome as Dounu, he can only use the scars left during the battle to make up for the scars, even if his strength is already strong enough.

"Jiang Fengyun, don't you always think that you are the most handsome man in Yongzhen School? Unfortunately, even though it was just the past, now there is a handsome man who is more handsome than you in Yongzhen School."

The person standing behind Jiang Yunfeng said, and after the words came, the other two laughed.

Ninety-nine is the king, and crossing the tower is the emperor.

Only the king-level fighting slaves on the Yongzhen School are qualified to climb to the top of the tower on the 9981st floor. Just a trial of selecting fighting slaves from the immortal slaves attracted five of the king-level fighting slaves to watch the battle, which shows that this trial is quite interesting. As for the highlights, it is nothing more than An Bochen and his party and three.

Jiang Fengyun snorted lightly, his lazy expression not changing at all, but his eyes were slightly focused.

"Oh? You mean, that man who has never taken action with a long halberd in his hand? His long halberd is pretty. Unfortunately, once he becomes a slave, he will have to change into our outfits." Jiang Yunfeng sneered.

"This is not necessarily the case." The three people behind him were hiding in the haze under the eaves of the tower, unable to see their appearance and figure. One of them smiled and said, "I haven't seen it for a long time. Yue Lao Da gave an order to decide the victory and loss by a head. Have you forgotten that the top three newcomers in previous newcomers will not only be recruited by Yue Lao Da, but also be received by the master, and there are countless gifts. And two of those three are definitely the most powerful people among the newcomers. When they stand out and win the master's favor, the long halberd will naturally be retained."

"Strong?" Jiang Fengyun showed an exaggerated and astonished expression, then laughed: "Even they are strong people? At most, they are slightly stronger among the ants. I remember the master said that the old man has the right to set the rules for the trial of newcomers, and our king level also has the right to participate in the trial."

"This... I said Xiao Jiang, don't you want to end up dealing with them yourself?"

Among the three people behind him, one of them gasped and shouted exaggeratedly: "Xiao Jiang, I remember you said last time that in the Yongzhen School, only the boss is your opponent. If you take action, you will only face the boss. Why do you want to destroy your promise in less than two years?"

"Who said I would take action? It's enough to deal with them." Jiang Fengyun clapped his palms while speaking, but he didn't see any other moves. A trace of the air appeared in the sky, climbed out of the tower window, and spread down the tower wall.

In a blink of an eye, a person flew out of the pavilion on countless levels. He knelt on one knee in the air and bowed to Jiang Fengyun.

"Yuan Shiwu, do you know what I call you here?" Jiang Fengyun narrowed his eyes and said with a stance.

"The Lord has already explained it very clearly. Go and cause some trouble for the three immortal slaves." said the Marquis-level Dou Slave named Yuan Shiwu.

"Just know. The reason I call you is because you know the most about your sense of duty. You will not lose face, nor will you let those big men see it boring and lose interest." Jiang Fengyun intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the dome not far away, with a slightly hesitant expression.

"Yes, I will definitely perform a good show, fight until ten rounds, and defeat them." Yuan Shiwu bowed and replied.

"Okay. By the way, I like that man's long halberd and get it for me."

"Yes." After saying that, Yuan Shiwu flashed and disappeared into the air.

Tongtian Village is in order, and this is even more so. King-level Douslaves are qualified to take their own names. Martial-level Douslaves have surnames but no names, only rankings, and Martial-level Douslaves are only given their clothes and appearances. For example, those wearing yellow cloaks are called yellow robes, and those with red hair are called Huoyun. That's all. Moreover, Douslaves with low rank must unconditionally obey Douslaves with high rank without violating the orders of the master of the Douslaves and not harming the interests of the residents of the village, just like Yuan Shiwu treats Jiang Fengyun.

On the outside of the Dounu School Field, heavy rain rolled down, and there was no sign of stopping.

Li Xian's guns were united, and his power was as strong as a strong wind, sweeping across the immortal slaves who came to invade.

In fact, until now, these immortal slaves have long lost the ambition to kill An Bochen and the other two to get the heads. Facing Li Xian, who is getting more and more aggressive in the battle, they almost turned into a red eye. They just wanted to go as far as possible. However, the wooden gun in the hands of the young man was mixed with a very strange force. The gun was stabbed out and turned into a cage, imprisoning them in the wind of guns, making it difficult to break free.

At this moment, the heavy rain suddenly slowed down, and Li Xian felt his arm light and the wooden gun pierced the air.

The immortal slaves who besieged him all showed ecstasy and took the opportunity to run away in the form of birds and beasts without hesitation.

"Shi An..."

Li Xian turned around in a depressed manner. Just now, Amber Chen was using strange techniques to control him, just like a puppet in front of the rope. Even so, Li Xian could learn a lot from that exquisite gun technique with his moves.

Unexpectedly, when he had just found some clues, An Bochen suddenly loosened the invisible "rope".

"I'm so angry. I'm obviously very slave-minded, but I still like to point my fingers. This king-level fighter in Yongzhen School Field disappoints me so much."

Amberchen's eyes flew into the distance and murmured in a low voice.

He didn't know that there were so many people watching outside. It was not until Li Xian brought back the news that An Bochen thought of it. He secretly broke the ban, and the villagers, survivors and the eighty-first-story Dounu Tower on the Dome Pavilion were all taken into consideration by An Bochen. Jiang Fengyun's words naturally could not escape An Bochen's ears.

"Li Xian, come back."

An Bochen glanced at the "Lu Fengqi" beside him and said to Li Xian.

Li Xian didn't understand why, but he still walked towards An Bochen obediently.

The heavy rain soaked the land outside the school ground into mud. Li Xian couldn't help but make a rustling sound when he walked. But suddenly, he found that the muddy sound of his feet was gone. Not only that, the rest of the sound also disappeared from his ears, and the world was unprecedentedly quiet.

Suddenly, a man wearing a blood-colored cloak and nesting tiger head and shoulder armor appeared in Li Xian's vision.

He stood quietly in the heavy rain, the mud splashed high, and the spilled silently, just like his appearance, so weird that it was creepy.

"Who are you!"

Li Xian shouted loudly, he could not hear his voice, and could only aim at his mouth according to his habit.

Yuan Shiwu looked at Li Xian strangely, then looked at Lu Fengqi again, and then he turned his eyes to An Bochen, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Strange, what kind of fighting are you doing? You can use your power to control other people's power."

Yuan Shiwu's voice sounded, and Li Xian, who was behind him, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his ears were fine. In a flash, Li Xian was shocked. He opened his mouth wide and stared at the man dressed in strangeness in front of him, but he didn't expect that this person could see through Master An's methods.

"Wait, you are..."

Unintentionally, Li Xian's eyes fell to Yuan Shiwu's waist, which was surrounded by a bronze lace.

"Gold, silver, copper and iron, emperor, prince and general...you are a marquis-level fighter slave!"

Li Xian stared at Yuan Shiwu with great surprise. At this time, he realized that the immortal slaves who had besieged him had not left, but stopped a hundred steps away, staring at this moment, as shocked and suspicious as Li Xian.

Gradually, more and more immortal slaves gathered here, all staring at Yuan Shiwu from a distance, either hatred or fear. Of course, many people vaguely saw their own shadows in Yuan Shiwu, so they showed longing.

You should know that in the Yongta school field, there are only one emperor-level Douslave fighter in Yuetian, and only ten king-level people. Next is the Marquis level. Although there are nearly a hundred, they are still the best in the Yongta school field with thousands of Douslaves.

Such a strong man in the Yongta School Field suddenly appeared on the trial field, looking like he was coming to the most glorious group of people these days, so how could the other immortal slaves not let the other immortal slaves think a lot. Especially the girl Chi Fangtian who forced the revenge of killing her brother to An Bochen, was already praying in her heart, hoping that An Bochen would die in pain and miserableness.

No matter the dignitaries on the Dome Pavilion or the fairy slaves in the Trial Field, almost no one is optimistic about An Bochen and the other two.

Although An Bochen and his party made a big splash in the more than eight-day trial, their opponent was an immortal slave who was determined to survive, and was far from comparable to the famous fighter slaves in Tongtian Village.

Also, they do not use Taoism, relying solely on physical body and melee skills, ordinary fighting slaves swept dozens of immortal slaves effortlessly.

However, Yuan Shiwu was the top 100 Marquis Dou Slave in Yongzhen School. His appearance was also amazing enough. Without Taoism, he could gather aura just by relying on murderous intent, leaving silent within a radius of ten miles.
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