The Night Messenger's sharp and majestic eyes scanned everyone, and his voice was like thunder, full of coercion.
Suddenly, there was silence above the Qingshi Square, and you could hear a needle drop.
Under the gaze of the Night Messenger, everyone felt that their whole body was penetrated by a deep and terrifying gaze in an instant, and there was no secret at all.
"So powerful and majestic, even stronger than the Lord of the City!"
Yun Mo also felt an extremely heavy sense of oppression, and stared at the figure on the high platform with some solemn eyes.
"This trial selection will be the same as the previous ones. After that, eight arenas will appear on the square."
"You have to wait and get on the stage according to the number you draw!"
When the Night Messenger said this, his words condensed.
"Only one person will be left in each arena to advance. However, the person who remains on the stage will be free to choose any of the four major sects!"
Feel free to choose any sect!
"What!"
A young warrior couldn't help but let out an exclamation of surprise.
"How is this possible? In the past, wasn't it true that only the leader had the right to choose a sect at will?"
"Did I hear wrongly?"
Suddenly, a series of suspicious eyes were cast on the Night Messenger, as if they wanted to get an accurate answer from him.
The Night Messenger was not surprised to hear the discussions from many warriors.
"You don't have to doubt that as long as you fight in every arena until the last moment, you can choose any one of the four major sects."
"And the top eight will all receive a low-grade spiritual elixir, the Yuan Ning Dan."
"And if you enter the top three, you will receive a high-grade spiritual martial arts technique."
"As for the leader, you can also get an additional mid-level spiritual defensive magic weapon!"
"If you don't become the number one in your respective arenas, don't worry. As long as you show a certain amount of strength and talent in this trial and selection, you still have a chance to be admitted into the sect by the four elders!"
After the Night Messenger finished speaking, the Qingshi Square became eerily quiet for a moment.
Wow!
"I'm not dreaming, am I? Please give me a squeeze."
"Ah...it hurts so much! I'm not dreaming, what Lord Night Messenger said is actually true!"
"There will be such generous rewards in this trial and selection. The leader can even get a mid-level defensive spirit treasure. This will undoubtedly give him a second life!"
"Yes, what you need to know is that the previous leaders could only obtain a high-grade spirit-level technique."
"It seems that I am bound to get a spot in this trial selection!"
"Ha! Just based on your spiritual pulse realm cultivation? Ridiculous!"
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The words of the Night Messenger were like fire, instantly igniting all the young people on the stage.
The faces of every warrior who is preparing to participate in the trial and select warriors are filled with fierce fighting spirit.
Yun Mo stared and smiled. He could clearly feel the passion and hearts of everyone at this moment. It seemed that he had to work harder.
Su Zixuan and Yun Mang also clasped their hands, with a strong fighting spirit in their eyes.
"The leader this time must be me, Su Zixuan!"
His sharp eyes swept over everyone, and Su Zixuan secretly felt cruel.
Yun Mang looked vaguely in Yun Mo's direction, but did not expect that Yun Mo would suddenly turn his head.
The two people's eyes met in the void, and sparks seemed to fly.
Yun Mo withdrew his gaze. He had many opportunities to deal with him in this trial and selection.
How could Yun Mo forget what Yun Mang and his son did to Yun Mo?
On the high platform, the elders of the four major sects all had smiles on their faces when they felt the blood and passion coming from the crowd below.
Every trial and selection is not only a matter for these young warriors, but also related to the development of their four major sects.
If there is no fresh blood and outstanding disciples in a sect, then the sect will gradually decline as time goes by.
The Night Messenger looked around and nodded imperceptibly.
He couldn't help but smile as he looked at the passionate faces on the Bluestone Square.
"The time has come, this trial selection has officially begun!"
As the Night Messenger finished speaking, eight arenas that could accommodate a thousand people suddenly appeared on the Bluestone Square.
The momentum is magnificent and towering over everyone.
The arena is condensed in the void, and there is a pale golden halo surrounding it, making it look extremely mysterious.
Under everyone's puzzled gazes, Qi Zhiyuan, the lord of Yuancheng, stepped onto the high platform.
"Now you only need to rely on the numbers you drew before entering the house to enter the corresponding arena. The arena for trial selection this time is a magic weapon, so you can fight with confidence!"
Before Qi Zhiyuan finished speaking, many warriors were already rushing to the stage.
boom!
Suddenly, all the warriors participating in the trial and selection quickly shot towards the arena.
"Hmph! Don't even think of being one step ahead of me!"
"They are just a group of lowly people, but they still behave so actively. I really don't know what these people think."
Su Zixuan snorted disdainfully.
"I'm in the second ring, so I'll leave first."
As soon as he finished speaking, a faint spiritual energy appeared around him after hearing the whisper.
Then he jumped lightly and landed firmly on the table.
"The four of us have already obtained entry quotas for the four major sects early on. You must not even be able to squeeze into the top eight in the end."
A voice without any emotion sounded, and Nangong Haotian disappeared in a flash.
"The personalities of these two people are really similar."
Seeing the increasing number of warriors on the stage, Su Zixuan showed a meaningful smile.
"You'd better worry about your situation!"
At this time, Yun Mang suddenly spoke.
"Huh?" Looking along Yun Mang's line of sight, Su Zixuan couldn't help but feel confused.
"Yun Mo, like you, is on stage eight!"
There was a hint of solemnity on Yun Mang's face, and he said in a deep voice.
Yun Mo didn't think much about it and just followed the crowd onto the ring.
"Haha! Yun Mang, it seems that I still thought highly of you before, but your courage is no longer enough to compare with us."
Su Zixuan laughed contemptuously, and then said: "It seems that this kid has no chance to enter the second round."
After saying that, he ignored Yun Mang's reaction.
He stepped into the air, causing an uproar as his movement resembled that of a flying crane spreading its wings.
Yun Mang's face was gloomy and his eyes were dim, making it difficult to tell what was in his heart.
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On stage eight!
After looking around, Yun Mo also had some concerns in his mind.
There are about 200 warriors on this No. 8 arena, and I am afraid that the number of people on the other seven arenas is not much different.
In this way, there were actually not as many warriors who actually participated in the trials and selections as Yun Mo imagined.
"On the arena, life or death matters, if anyone chooses to abstain, I will crush the token in your hand!"
City Lord Qi looked at everyone who was ready on the eight arenas and raised his voice.
After hearing this, everyone frowned and their eyes showed a solemn look.
Those who have the courage to step into the ring are those who are greedy for life and afraid of death.
"Big guy, there are so many of us, one-on-one is definitely not realistic."
"So I suggest that you expel these ants below the ninth level of the spiritual vein realm first. After that, we will have a showdown. I wonder what Mr. Su thinks?"
Suddenly, a snake-headed man wearing a blue robe walked up to Su Zixuan, leaned over and said.
Seeing this, Su Zixuan raised his dark eyebrows, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"No need to bother."
"Ah?" The blue-robed snake-headed man was stunned.
"You ants at the ninth level of the spiritual vein realm, get off the stage right now!"
Ants!
Get off the ring!
The naked insult made the faces of all the spiritual pulse realm warriors in the arena turn red, but they were helpless.
"Why! Just because you are the son of the four major families?"
Suddenly, a relatively burly man named Wang Chong walked out of the crowd and said rather dissatisfied.
Wang Chong has been cultivating in the mountains outside Yuancheng all year round, and the most invisible ones are the disciples from these big families.
Disciples in big families don't have to worry about the scarcity of cultivation resources since they were born.
But people like them who have no family background have to wander between life and death in the mountains where monsters are rampant.
Now that he finally had such an opportunity to enter the sect, he must cherish it extremely. For this, Wang Chong is willing to sacrifice his life.
"Why?"
Su Zixuan smiled, but this smile looked eerie in the eyes of others.
boom!
Su Zixuan suddenly stomped the ground and burst out of the place like a cheetah.
On both of his palms, there was a wave of light golden spiritual power condensed, and a punch that pierced the wind fiercely flew towards Wang Chong.
Buzz!
The roar of the fists caused the air to tremble.
Feeling Su Zixuan's domineering punch.
Wang Chong did not dare to be careless in the slightest, and his face showed an extremely solemn look.
Then, he raised his palms and drew a semicircle in the air, then put his palms together and blasted it out.
"Big Tablet Palm!"
He mobilized all his spiritual power. He knew that the opponent's strength far exceeded his own, but he still chose to take action resolutely.
Boo!
Fists and palms collided, spiritual power flashed, and a low voice came from the middle of the fight between the two.
Poof!
At this moment, Wang Chong's body quickly retreated backwards, blood spurted out, and he kept retreating backwards.
"If you want to be the first, I will help you now!"
Su Zixuan sneered, raised his right fist glowing with golden spiritual power and struck Wang Chong again.
In his life, he couldn't stand this kind of weak ant who complained to the sky.