There was a buzzing buzzing in the meeting place. At this time, everyone was basically there. A teacher representing the church simply said a few words on the stage to signal everyone to be quiet and the meeting officially began.

I saw the temple teacher retreat and an angry middle-aged man slowly stepped onto the stage.

He looks about forty years old, his skin is a bit dark and rough, and the hard beards with long fingers pierced his face like barbs, making him look irritable.

He had his hands on his back, and although he didn't have a sword in his hand, he felt that his whole body was full of swords, and it was a sword full of blood, full of bloodthirsty!

Undead Sword Demon Yakley!

Different from the pure power of those temple teachers, the power of Yakley has been concealed by his murderous aura that is about to overflow. His majestic gaze just swept around slightly, and the buzzing venue was immediately completely quiet. After coming down, everyone looked at him intently.

Yakley walked very slowly, but every step he took, the footsteps directly blew up in everyone's hearts like muffled thunder, and the impact was one wave after another, one wave higher than the other.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

The venue that can accommodate hundreds of people varies in distance, but everyone’s feelings at this moment are the same.

In the first few steps, everyone in the court was only attracted by him, and when they reached the fifth step, many people sitting in the back row already frowned.

But when they reached the tenth step in the middle of the stage, even the strongest front row Ye Dun, Zhao Ziyue and others all had their brows furrowed and looked serious, while some of the less powerful ones in the back even felt weak in their legs. The heartbeat was almost stopped by the sound of footsteps, and he almost fell to his knees!

Lao Wang is okay. Although his spirit power is average, he is definitely one of the best in resistance to this kind of mental oppression after all. He doesn’t feel anything at all, but Fan Tesi next to him is a little embarrassed. Hei Wukai helped each other on the left and right, and he was definitely the first person to kneel down in the crowd.

Fortunately, Yakley did not go on.

To be honest, the performance of these temple disciples was much better than he expected.

Strength is only one aspect. It can withstand the coercion that he has forged in the sea of ​​blood. At least the mental qualities of this group of temple disciples are absolutely excellent. This encounter with the nine gods may be a drama.

"You should be very clear about the purpose of coming this time." Yakley slowly said, the murderous aura in his body was slightly reduced, and many of the temple disciples who were already nervous to the extreme were able to quietly relax. Take a breath.

"This is a contest between us and the Nine Gods, and it is also a pioneering way to solve the problems left over from the border..." Yakley's voice echoed around, not loud, but his abundant spirit power was enough The voice control of "was transmitted to every corner of the venue, so that everyone could hear clearly: "The opening time of the Soul Unreal Realm has not yet been determined. The current military exorcist’s estimate should be in the next two days to two weeks. In the meantime, the rule of battle in the illusory realm is that there are no rules..."

"...The eastern zone of the Fortress of Edge is your activity area. You can use any training grounds and facilities in the eastern zone, but you can't enter other areas! In essence, we encourage you to learn from each other, but pay attention to the scale. Those who are interested can also go to the instructors at the Edge Fortress. They are being bored recently. This is a rare opportunity for you to improve."

"I don’t know how your temple elders and mentors have explained to you. Maybe they will tell you privately to save your life first, but now I’ve heard it clearly. On the battlefield, those who don’t want to die are the first to die. !"

Yakley’s speech is not fast, but every sentence is powerful and does not make people feel boring: “In the face of the nine gods, the blade has never retreated, and the sword has no eyes on the battlefield. It is not luck to survive. , But first have to have the courage to fight! There are no scumbags in the barracks, and they look down on scumbags the most. The church may have a church game, but when you get here, you have to listen to me. , The one who escaped before the battle... Even if he was lucky enough to survive in the end, I would make him regret coming to this world!"

After speaking, he scanned the surrounding area majesticly, clenched a fist with his right hand, hammered his chest fiercely, and drank from his mouth: "The glory of the blade!"

brush!

All the temple disciples in the audience stood up immediately, as he learned how to hammer his right fist on his chest, and shouted in a low voice: "Blade Glory!"

There was a sense of solemn killing in the venue, and Acre looked around coldly. The "Glory" that these people shouted at this moment may be sincere, but when they are on the battlefield, they really face the moment of life and death. , How many people can maintain the sincerity at this moment, it is not necessarily true, after all, there will always be differences between what they say and what they do, but at least they must have such beliefs in their hearts. This is the purpose of his preaching.

Yakley slowly put his hand down: "There is one more thing."

Everyone looked at him, and saw Yakley's gaze sweeping everywhere below: "Who is Wang Feng? Stand up!"

Lao Wang was planning to applaud him and send him off, but he was a bit speechless when he was named. I want a low-key, immortal man...

But the sharp gaze on the stage came over, and he stood up helplessly: "Report, I am Wang Feng."

Everyone's eyes turned to him again, and the feeling of being stared at by five hundred people suddenly made it possible to kneel again in order to change Fantasy, but the old Wang just cursed in his heart, but his face remained the same.

"The inventor of the Harmony Rune." Yakley nodded slowly at him: "This is a rare talent for our blade, this time it was targeted by the Nine Gods." 123文学网

He signaled that Wang Feng could sit down, and then looked at other people around: "I announce a special mission for the Templar Council. After entering the Soul Illusion Realm, everyone will try their best to ensure Wang Feng's safety. Okay, the meeting is over! "

As soon as Lao Wang stayed, the first half of the sentence sounded pretty pleasing. If five hundred disciples were to protect themselves together, it would be as stable as a mountain, but...

Damn it, brother! There are rewards for killing me on the Nine Gods. You people protect me but don’t give them rewards. The attention is not equal... They are turbocharged four-wheel drive driving force. Why would you give me a bicycle? Is this kidding me internationally?

What are you calling people to protect me? The proper thing is to give me hatred!

Sure enough, before Lao Wang's thoughts were finished, most of the eyes around him that were indifferent to him suddenly became a little playful, even with a certain anger...

Lao Wang is depressed, can people not be angry? Last second, everyone was asked not to be afraid of death, and everyone was not allowed to hold others back, and then turned around and created a special situation to create a sharp contrast. This is to put yourself on your own, and you are unhappy and unbalanced.

Sanctuary... This is a grudge against my old king!

But the problem is that he really can't refute Yakley's words. People are just repeating the words of the Temple Council, or for your sake, Wang Feng, what can you say?

This meeting was basically an explanation of these things. Yakley left after speaking. There was no restriction on the audience, and immediately became lively again from the extreme silence just now.

Most people are obviously more interested in such things as the instructors of the fortress of the edge, the specific opening time of the soul illusion, and so on. As for the protection of Wang Feng, which Yakley focused on at the end, it is obviously a topic that everyone is enthusiastic about. It is just the purpose of this passion. Obviously it is not so pure.

"I actually asked the above to explain the key points to protect, isn't this blatantly holding back?"

"Fuck, the last second also prevented us from being afraid of death and not dragging our comrades, and letting this guy blatantly drag us back, is this task funny?"

"Haha, it's just a task." Someone said with a faint smile: "It's also possible or not to do it."

"Yes! Protect him? Why!"

"If you don't have the strength, don't participate, and you will be treated specially when you come. I'm afraid that this is not the illegitimate son of an old church guy?"

People don't necessarily care about Lao Wang's hindrance, but the different treatment obviously makes people feel unfair.

"Hold your legs, just don't go!" The others were talking and laughing from a distance, but someone had led the team to the old Wang and said contemptuously: "Lost our Aurora City face!"

It was the person who made the ruling, and there were quite a few acquaintances, Mu Mu, Chamodou, An Di... Cai Yunhe, who was beaten up by Ke La, didn't see it, but he had one more leader, and it was the person who despised Wang Feng just now.

King Ashoka, the Saint Judgment team, Mu Mu is just the deputy captain. This is the true card. The last time he played against Rose, he was practicing outside. There was originally a training plan for more than half a year. This time, he was deliberately taken for the Dragon City battle. Ruling to recall.

"Who are you?" Lao Wang was called just now, still unhappy, staring at him with wide eyes.

"This is King Ashoka, the captain of our saint ruling." An Di introduced by the side.

In An's mind, there would be no him today without his uncle An Berlin. To his uncle, he was almost as close as his biological parents, but the uncle was invested in his affection, but was repeatedly used and deceived by this Wang Feng.

Last time he didn’t follow his uncle’s will and lost to him, An Di still had some guilt in his heart, but now that guilt is gone. If it weren’t for the uncle’s saying that he would not blame the past, he would now want to drag Wang Feng out and hit him. A meal.

He stared at Wang Feng with scorching eyes: "Wang Feng, remember what I said, no matter what you invent, no matter what you have achieved~lightnovelpub.net~ but it can be a shame if you don’t even talk about basic faith. ! And you are the greatest shame of Aurora City!"

This is actually someone who took the initiative to quarrel with him... Pharaoh hasn't expressed his power yet, but he heard that there was an infighting first. Marpel's face was flushed to persuade him: "Brother, everyone is a temple disciple, and all are Aurora From the city, forget it..."

"Marpel, it's none of your business." Ashoka gave her a light look.

Marpel seemed to be a little afraid of him, his lips squirmed slightly, after all, he did not dare to say more.

It just happened to see Wang Feng winking at her when he turned his head, Marpel's face turned red, and he shrank back subconsciously.

Lao Wang was very happy. He didn't expect that there would be someone who helped him speak in the ruling, and it was the sister of the potion of the ruling potion who was **** by himself last time. This girl still has a tender face as usual, not funny. , I flushed with shame when I just teased it.

Hey, this character, how good is it to nurse a child at home, why does it come to join in the fun on the battlefield? The adjudication next door is also short of people to this point?

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