"Well, that's fine! I don't know how Senior Brother and the others are doing!" Yu Han couldn't help but ask, thinking of Wei Yanan and the others.
Yansen waved his hand and said easily, "Junior brother, there is no need to worry. Senior brother and the others have Sixth Junior Brother, a 'magic stick' who can see the opportunity first. They will be fine for sure. I don't know where they are resting and enjoying themselves right now!"
Yu Han thought about it, and he felt at ease, no longer worried. Looking at the moon disappearing above his head, the sky had begun to turn a fish belly white, and it would be dawn soon.
"Let's meditate and take a rest! Fourth senior brother, you will guard us!" Yan Zhixin immediately sat down cross-legged after saying that. After a night of hard fighting, his soul power was not consumed much due to the support of Yansen elixir, but after a night of high concentration, his energy was also
Feeling extremely tired!
Yu Han also sat down and began to understand the struggle between life and death this night. His cultivation seemed to have reached a new level.
"You, you, oh, why am I always the one who gets hurt!" Yansen looked at Yuhan and the two of them a little angry, but he still guarded them honestly and carefully, and was cautiously vigilant about the surroundings.
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Its daybreak.
"Very good. I would like to congratulate all the players who have persisted until now. You are one step closer to being a master! Now let's start handing in the tokens you have earned. The academy will start to count the numbers. The top 2,000 with the largest number can become the academy's members.
Official disciple!" Hu Zhitu, the elder of the Holy Soul Academy, appeared in the air again with a scarred face, and his voice spread to everyone's ears.
Yu Han woke up from his meditation and looked at the elder Hu Zhitu in mid-air. Following the instructions, the three of them walked towards the place where the tokens were counted.
"Li Yongxuan——Thirteen yuan"
"Liu Tianci - two hundred and nineteen yuan"
"Fei Xiang - seven yuan"
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"Sun Qingfeng - eight thousand and nine yuan!"
There was a special group of elders who kept counting the number of black iron tokens handed in. When Sun Qingfeng was called, everyone was in an uproar and discussed loudly.
Yu Han couldn't help being surprised. He looked towards the crowd, wanting to see what such a powerful guy looked like, but because there were too many people, he couldn't find "Sun Qingfeng", so he gave up.
Yan Zhixin also looked solemn and said in a deep voice, "It seems that another battle between dragons and tigers is about to begin. There are many experts!"
"Well, if nothing else happens, this person should be number one!" Surprisingly, Jensen didn't want to play around and said with a serious expression.
Elders body statistics continue...
"Wei Yanan - one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five yuan"
"Jie Dan——1,800 yuan"
"Guan Peng - one thousand eight hundred yuan"
"Zhang Yifan - one thousand eight hundred yuan"
When Yu Han heard the names of the eldest brothers, he couldn't help but said, "It seems that the eldest brothers have already handed it in, and the quantity is pretty good!"
"Hey, generally, there are usually not as many as us! We should be here soon, let's start dividing the tokens!" Yansen said and took the tokens out of the storage ring.
"A total of six thousand two hundred and thirty-eight yuan! Two thousand yuan for each person. You two can decide what to do with the remaining two or thirty-eight yuan. My two thousand yuan is enough!" Yansen left two thousand tokens.
, handed the rest to Yu Han.
Yu Han took it, took out two thousand yuan, and handed the rest to Yan Zhixin, saying, "Two thousand yuan is enough for me!"
Yan Zhixin didn't show any pretense, he took the remaining tokens and packed them up. It was enough to be among the top two thousand, and the rest didn't matter.
The team soon reached Yu Han and three others. "Name, hand over the token," an old man from the elder group asked Yu Han.
"Yu Han" Yu Han said and handed over the token.
The old man only glanced at it and reported "Yu Han - two thousand yuan"
Yansen and Yan Zhixin also handed over their tokens.
"Jensen—two thousand dollars!"
"Yan Zhixin——two thousand two hundred and thirty-eight yuan"
...
The three of them retreated and found an open space with few people to stop. From time to time, they listened to the numbers reported by the elders and talked.
"Haha, junior brother, you can do it, you have more tokens than the rest of us!" Senior Brother Wei Yanan's voice came.
Yu Han looked at the senior brother who had a shiny head without a single hair. He suddenly felt happy and said, "Senior Brother, you are all here too!"
"Well, are you okay along the way?"
"It's okay, everything is fine!"
As they said this, the seven melons greeted each other and hugged each other heavily, but every time the other brothers hugged Yansen, Yansen would say something mean, "My sexual orientation is normal, and I will never be gay."
Yes!" But he hugged each of his fellow apprentices vigorously.
Senior Brother Wei Yanan was so angry that he stretched out his finger and hit Yansen on the head hard, "You little fat guy, if you don't fix you for a few days, you will lose sight of all the senior brothers!"
Yansen held his head in an exaggerated manner and cried, "How dare I, junior brother? I think you are jealous of my excellence, jealous that I am more talented than you, jealous that I am talented!" As he spoke, he wiped the corners of his eyes that had no tears at all.
When the melon boys saw Yansen's appearance, they couldn't help laughing loudly and having fun.
"Quiet!" Following Hu Zhitu's command, the entire noisy crowd immediately fell silent.
Hu Zhitu swept through the crowd on the ground waiting for the results in mid-air, and said slowly, "Very good! The results have been calculated! The top three Academy Awards will be rewarded and they will directly enjoy the treatment of 'Holy Son', and the others will follow the rules.
The strength is divided into inner court disciples and outer sect disciples! The results will be announced below."
"First place - Sun Qingfeng (8009 yuan)"
"Second place - Yuan Zixiong (2461 yuan)"
"Third place - Yan Zhixin (2238 yuan)"
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“Seventeenth place—Yu Han (2,000 yuan)”
"18th place - Jensen (2000 yuan)"
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"71st place - Wei Yanan (1825 yuan)"
"72nd place - Jie Dan (1800 yuan)"
"No. 73 - Guan Peng (1,800 yuan)"
"Seventy-fourth place - Zhang Yifan (1,800 yuan)"
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"No. 1999 - Cheng Guohui (23 yuan)"
"Two thousandth place - Liu Yiwen (21 yuan)"
Hu Zhitu's voice spread all around, and he quickly announced the results, and then said, "The results have been announced. Those whose names are read will follow me. The others will disperse or choose to stay here as handymen. In the future,
Based on his cultivation status, he can be promoted to an official disciple of our academy!"
Everyone in the crowd cheered when his name was read out, but there was a sigh of relief when his name was not read out.
When Yu Han heard that the third place turned out to be his fifth senior brother, he couldn't help but said, "Congratulations, senior brother, for becoming the 'Holy Son' of the academy, but who knows what the identity of the 'Holy Son' is?"
Several melon boys also congratulated Yan Zhixin from the bottom of their hearts, but there was no feeling of envy or jealousy.
"What's there to congratulate! I don't know what the 'Holy Son' is, so who wants to give it to him, haha." Yan Zhixin would only smile so cheerfully in front of a few Guawazi.