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Chapter 1312: War soul system, preliminary round begin

"Mr. Gao is foolish, and also asked Brother Pei to make it clear!" Gao Ga flashed across his face, his hands fisted toward Pei Gen.

"Brother Gao, this is a bone meal, colorless and tasteless. Ordinary people die, even if you are a fairy ..." Then, Pei Gen repeated the meaning of Mo Liancheng to the peak again.

Then added: "Brother Gao, I said that, you understand, you don't need to kill Dustwind in person on the field, because then, you can't survive! You just need to sprinkle the corpse powder on Dustwind's body. can."

"At that time, even if you really have something wrong, will my Master remain indifferent? Even if it is not good, even if Dust Wind is a special recruit student, in the end, at best, you will be regarded as a manslaughter, and manslaughter is nothing but a drive Out of school, deported from the Daoyuan, there are 100,000 pieces of top-grade immortal stones given by my master. Are you worried that you have no resources to cultivate? At least you are more chic than you in the Daoyuan. Besides, you are doing things for my master, and later Is there no future in sorrow? "

Pei Gen spoke very beautifully and had to say that at this moment, Gao Feng's heart moved.

If calculated by the average student's ten deceased immortal stones per month, it would be 120 deceased immortals in a year, and it would take the year of the monkey to collect the 100,000 deceased immortals.

"Okay, please Brother Pei to go back and tell Mo Lao, Gao Mou must complete the task!" Gao Feng's heart fluttered, holding his fists to Pei Gen.

As the saying goes, wealth and danger seek out, starve to timidity, and support boldness.

But he didn't think about it. In case something really happened then, will Merlin really help him? To put it bluntly, even the city was afraid that Gao Feng would be involved in himself, it would be very good to not kill people, how could he help him.

At about 1 pm, Feng Chen and Wan Chuan walked together and came to Daoyuan Square to participate in the War Soul Department competition in the afternoon.

Shortly after they arrived at the square, there was a commotion around them.

"Look, that is Brother Zhou Ming!" Some disciples exclaimed in unison.

I saw a young man dressed in a special recruit student walking slowly towards the playing field. Where the man passed, some ordinary students gave way.

"Dust wind, Zhou Ming, a special recruit student of the War Soul Department, joined the Taoist Academy in just seven years. His strength has been reached at the peak of Tianxian's early days and his talent is extremely high. The strength is overbearing, and it's even more important to kill a fellow monk with a spell! "

Seeing this person, Wan Chuan frowned, and whispered toward Feng Chen.

"It's okay, Wulinggen!" Feng Chen nodded, and said indifferently.

"..." Wu Chuan was speechless for a while, and said so much, but he got one sentence, but he was relieved when he thought of Feng Chen's abnormal situation.

The monk named Zhou Ming looked very proud, and when he entered the field, he wouldn't have his head up, his head raised, his chest strode forward, and he found a place to sit down with disdain in his eyes.

"Wow ... Brother Yang Guang is here ..." There was another commotion in the audience, and another young man dressed in a special recruit appeared in the crowd.

"I've seen Brother Yang Guang!" This person slowly walked forward, and an extremely powerful momentum suddenly arrived. Some ordinary students around him even lowered their heads, even Zhou Ming, who was very aggressive, saw this person. After that, his brows frowned, his expression became somber, and he put away the proud gesture just now.

This person is Yang Guang of the War Soul Department, as well as a special recruit student and an early cultivation of Tianxian. To rank in the War Soul Theory, Yang Guang said that he was second, and no one dared to say first, even Zhou Ming had to lower his head.

"Huh! Yang Guang, Yang Guang, I haven't seen you in five years of retreat. Your strength is still standing still, and I have already caught up with you. If you meet me at this fight meeting, let me belong to your time. Come and end! "

Zhou Ming stared at Yang Guang with a flash of killing in his eyes, but this flash of killing was soon concealed by Zhou Ming. No one knew that Zhou Ming had been in retreat for five years.

At this time, a glow of light flashed through the sky. A strong coercion swept the audience, and the dean led many high-level descents to the high ground of the Taoist Square.

"Welcome to the dean!" Tens of thousands of people saluted in unison, and their voices went straight to the sky.

In the clear blue sky, this group of dazzling rays of light was very dazzling. The dean walked ahead, and the other senior members of the academy followed behind the dean.

"The game can start!" After the dean fell on the high platform, they gave orders to one of the old men.

"You guys, the game of the War Soul Department will start ten minutes later. Below, I will call the famous students to enter the field and wait for orders!"

"I reiterate once again that at the end of the game, you must not hurt your life, do not engage in malpractices, or turn your eyes on enemies. Anyone who violates the rules will be severely punished according to the rules of the court. I hope you all do well!"

When the old man finished speaking, he started to call.

After a while, a thousand participating disciples were already standing on the playing field. Among the thousand people did not appear the name of the dust wind, and even Zhou Ming and Yang Guang did not appear. Instead, the name of Ruchuan appeared in among them.

Feng Chen looked at Wuchuan on the playing field. The two looked at each other, Feng Chen nodded toward him, and signaled that Chuan could cheer.

"Dear everyone, let me talk about the promotion rules. I have ten short flags of different colors in my hand. There are ten flagpoles of different colors in the venue. You must grab the short flag and be accurate in a short time. Do you understand the short flag inserted into the flagpole even if you advance? "

"Understand!" The thousand disciples on the stage sang.

Then the old man raised his hand and the ten short flags in his hand flew towards the playing field.

For a thousand people, there are only ten promotion places. All of them are eager to try, with red eyes, they all want to compete for this place.

The game of the War Soul is not like the morning game of the Dan Dao. The game of the Dan Dao is harmonious, while the game of the War Soul is **** and very violent.

Although it is stipulated that no injuries can be caused during the game, it is not stated that no injuries can be made. To put it bluntly, everyone knows that there are no eyes and fists. Who can guarantee not to hurt the opponent, anyway, as long as the opponent is not killed.

Feng Chen's thoughts swept away, and found that in the first round of disciples, most of the disciples 'cultivation was in the early period of Dixian, as long as a very small number of disciples' cultivation was in the middle of Dixian, that is, Said that, as long as Ruchuan did not fight for the short flag in the hands of the middle monks in this place, the chance of Ruchuan winning the promotion position was quite great.

The short flag flew into the high platform. Numerous disciples had risen to the ground, and some disciples were standing indifferent and just watching it silently.