The battle in Dashilan was in full swing from the beginning! The contestants fell one by one, the blood on the ground flowed into a river, the blood seeped into the soil, and the ground began to become muddy!

Those who are timid will faint by just watching the scene. Not to mention continuing to participate in the competition! This is not only a competition of martial arts, but also a competition of psychological quality!

This is a cruel screening for survival of the fittest, and only the strong can survive!

Everyone knows in their hearts that if they beat one more person at this time, they will lose one competitor in the subsequent competition! Therefore, everyone fights desperately in this mud, trying to create a glorious future!

The bloody battle perfectly interprets what it means to die for money and birds die for food!

At the beginning, countless sects were able to fight according to their established formations, but after just a moment, most sects fell apart like the Qingfeng sect’s formations! Everyone in the sect was fighting on their own, and it was difficult to take care of each other!

It is not surprising that this phenomenon occurs. After all, those who enter Dadashilan participate in the first round are relatively weak sects. Those truly powerful sects have entered other relics before, and are seed players, and they directly enter the second round of competition. These weak sects have naturally much weaker organizational and combat capabilities than those sects.

Long Fei and Zhao Guozhu were also dispersed by the chaos of war. Of course, this was Long Fei's intention. He wanted to see what potential Zhao Guozhu and his five disciples could explode under these extreme conditions. If their potential was OK, Long Fei was willing to absorb them and join the Feiyun Sect when he left.

According to Long Fei's plan, he should treat the entire earth as the cultivation base of Feiyun Sect! When one day he returns to Ziyuan Star and officially starts a war with the vampire demon clan, the earth can provide a continuous stream of soldiers!

Moreover, looking at the chaos in front of him, Long Fei was activated. After returning, he planned to hold such a big competition in the entire Feiyun Sect, survive the fittest, form an ace army, focus on cultivating, and become a surprise soldier against the vampire demon clan!

Long Fei had already snatched a white wax stick of eyebrows and drank in the crowd, and was very irritating. Sometimes, in order to perform the truth, he would take the initiative to get punched by others.

At the same time, Long Fei's spiritual sense had long been released, and he always paid attention to the situation of Zhao Guozhu and his five disciples to prevent them from suddenly dying.

At this moment, the five disciples who were originally awesome and planned to perform well in front of Xiaodie and the Ninth Princess have long lost their previous arrogance. They pursed their lips tightly, but they tried their best to keep waving the sword in their hands, constantly blocking and killing! In this hell of death, strive for a glimmer of hope!

The five guys who were in a state of madness did not realize that if Long Fei had not been secretly helping them with his spiritual sense, they would have died long ago!

As the head of the Qingfeng Sect, Zhao Guozhu is naturally much stronger than his five apprentices, but in this chaos, no one else dares to say that he can fight safely until half an hour later!

Zhao Guozhu was already injured, and his right thigh was cut by someone, and a large hole of more than 20 cm was cut. Blood was flowing, just like a small river, greatly hindering Zhao Guozhu's ability to move!

But Zhao Guozhu didn't have any time to treat the wound! He had just waved his sword hard and blocked a Park knife and a short stick that was slashing towards his chest. Suddenly, he heard a gust of sword wind coming from behind his head!

"I'm sorry, someone attacked me again!" Zhao Guozhu cursed subconsciously.

But at this time, his sword had just been swung out and could not be retracted at all. Moreover, because his strength had been used up and his thighs were injured, it was difficult for him to move his body!

At the critical moment of life and death, Zhao Guozhu just did his best to twist his head to the side, avoided the vital points of his head, and then left it to fate!

However, what surprised him was that when he blocked the enemy's weapons in front of him, the sound of the sword wind breaking through the air suddenly disappeared!

He suddenly turned around and was surprised to see a man of big and thick height standing behind him. A Park knife in his hand was slashing towards his head. But for some reason, the man's eyes became a little dull and his face was even more confused. Although the Park knife in his hand was still falling, it was already very slow. Even if Zhao Guozhu did not dodge, the knife could only cut a hole in his head and would never hurt his life!

Zhao Guozhu couldn't help but wonder, because this situation has not happened for the first time!

He now appears that whenever someone poses a serious threat to him, the other party's movements will inexplicably slow down, as if he is deliberately letting Zhao Guozhu go, or as if he is being cast by some kind of magic!

Of course he didn't know that this was because Long Fei used his spiritual sense to control the other party's brain.

Although Zhao Guozhu was confused, his movements were not slow at all. He stabbed the man's lower abdomen with a sword. The man screamed and fell to the ground, and blood immediately gushed from the wound!

Immediately, three soldiers wearing full protective gear rushed over. One soldier carried the man on his back, and the other two soldiers held weapons in their hands to warn him, and almost carried the injured man out of the battlefield.

These soldiers do not participate in the battle, and their only task is to shuttle through the battlefield, carry the wounded out, and monitor who killed people!

Although the official has strict orders that no one is allowed to attack the soldiers, these people are in a state of madness. To be on the safe side, these soldiers will never act alone. When transporting the injured, they are all in groups of three, just in case.

Zhao Guozhu ignored the soldiers, but rushed towards a man not far from him, and opened a large hole more than one foot long in the other's back. The other party fell into a pool of blood and lost its combat power. Three more soldiers ran towards this side...

The people in the Dashilan were all red in their eyes, forgot time and forgot everything, and only kill! Kill! Kill!

It was not until the sound of a roaring signal cannon sounded again outside the Dashilan that the bloody battle inside stopped. The door of the Dashilan creaked open, and people who could still stand inside walked out of the nearby gate.

There is a big box at each gate, and everyone who comes out throws the wooden sign with their participation number into the wooden box. As long as your number plate appears in the wooden box, you can enter the next round of competition!

There are a large number of professional medical staff at each gate to bandage them the wound. After the wound is bandaged, they can go back to their wooden house to rest for the whole morning, and then continue to participate in the second round of the competition in the afternoon!

This is the real devil schedule!

It’s not that the government is too harsh or too cruel, but that the situation in the ruins is too dangerous. Without the cruelest baptism, they will not survive at all after they enter!

Moreover, major sects will not worry that such cruel competitions will make the contestants exhausted before entering the ruins, and after entering the ruins, they will be unable to cope with the dangers inside. Because both government officials and major sects have magical medicines to quickly recover from injuries and restore physical strength!

The government even mastered a spiritual liquid called Xianlinglu, which could even restore the injured person to his original state within twenty-four hours!

There are various magic pills in the hands of every professional medical staff at the gate. These magic pills vary according to their efficacy and prices.

However, the magic pill is the magic pill! Even the cheapest magic pill is valuable! Some small sects cannot afford to use it!

Sects like the Qingfeng Sect that are so poor that they are naturally even more unaffordable!

Zhao Guozhu, who had already walked out of different gates, and his five disciples, looked at the disciples of larger sects and spent a lot of money to buy healing pills for himself, and his face couldn't help but look envious.

They only have a few copper plates on them, and they can't afford even the cheapest healing pills! They can only ask the medical staff to bandage them briefly and then silently return to their hut.

Fortunately, disinfection and bandaging are free of charge, otherwise they would not be able to enjoy this kind of service. However, because there are too few people who only disinfection and bandage and do not use magic medicine, so when it is their turn to receive treatment, their faces are hot!

It’s like everyone is eating together, and people eat white, fragrant rice, and all kinds of delicious dishes, but you can only eat bran dumplings. Even if you are mentally strong, you feel unbeautiful!

"Oh, it would be great if Long Tuhao was here. He would definitely buy the best elixir for everyone. Only when everyone's injuries can they respond as soon as possible can they participate in the next competition!" someone thought.

In difficult times, the five guys remembered Long Fei again.

The five people, together with their master Zhao Guozhu, came out of different gates. After bandaging the wound, they continued to return to their small wooden house until the six people gathered, Long Fei, Xiaodie, and the Ninth Princess did not go back.

"Master, they won't be plotted against in the Dashilan, are they? If they were injured and asked the soldiers to carry it out, they should have been sent back now, right?" A disciple asked Zhao Guozhu a little anxiously.

"I originally wanted to come back, so I would like to mojilong Tuhao to buy elixirs for us, but I didn't expect that he couldn't survive it! Speaking of which, this Tuhao Long Tuhao didn't seem to have any other major problems except that he liked to take on beauties as apprentices." Another apprentice said with a little red circle.

If Long Fei heard this sentence here, he would probably vomit three liters of blood immediately! I am lustful? Where am I lustful? Is it lustful to accept female apprentices? What a shit logic!

Zhao Guozhu was also a little depressed, but he didn't believe that Long Fei and the other two had been killed!

"I have seen Hero Long take action. His moves are very agile and powerful. At least he is better than his master. Xiaodie and Miss Jiuyang are his personal disciples, so their kung fu is naturally not much worse! Think about it carefully, is Xiaodie and Jiuyang's performance in Dashilan much weaker than you?" Zhao Guozhu said.

When the five disciples heard Zhao Guozhu's words, they were all stunned. The battles in Dashilan appeared in front of them again.

It seems that Xiaodie and the Ninth Princess are not vases at all, but are really amazing!
Chapter completed!