Chapter 592 The First Battle of the School

The Zhai people and the survivors are the two most prominent groups in Tongtianzhai respectively. They can come here to observe the new fighting slaves, and they are also the top among the villagers and the survivors in Yongta Town.

From the pavilions and platforms of the dome, a few wisps of strong breath leaked from time to time.

However, in the whole Yongta campus, the deepest breath is not in the dome, but in the huge tower on the southwest oblique side of the viewing platform. The tower is like a long sword, rushing straight to the sky, and there are about 70 or 80 layers of it. The spiral rises and the structure is strange.

At this moment, on the top of the spiral tower, four people with different shapes but wearing the same standard armor and cloaks are looking at the trial field attentively.

"In the early morning, pull me here to watch the newcomer's trial. You are really free."

It was a lazy young man who opened his mouth. His two eyebrows could speak and raised slightly up, and his disdain was beyond words. Such a young man will give him a sense of harmlessness wherever he is placed, and it is also the type that girls like. However, he appears on the Dounu Tower, and a nearly-foot-long scar goes down from the forehead to the side, scratching his whole cheek and extends straight to his neck. Whenever he laughs, the scar is also smiling, which looks very strange.

In this way, anyone who sees him will know that he is not easy to mess with.

With his ability to stand on the top floor of the Dounu Tower, his cultivation has already been able to give birth to white bones and carrion to repair this scar. But in Tongtianzhai, in the school yard of Yongzhen, as a fighting slave, if he is too handsome, he can only make up for the deterrence with the scars left in the battle, even if his strength is strong enough.

"Jiang Fengyun, don't you always think that you are the most handsome man in Yongzhen campus? Unfortunately, even if it's just the past, now there is a beautiful man more handsome than you in Yongzhen campus.

A person standing behind Jiang Yunfeng said, the voice fell, and the other two also laughed.

Ninety-nine is the king, and the tower is the emperor.

Only the king-level fighting slaves on the campus of Yongzhen are eligible to climb to the top of the tower on the 980th floor. It was just a trial of selecting slaves from the fairy slaves, which attracted five of the king-level slaves to watch the battle, which showed that this trial was quite interesting. As for the highlights, it was nothing more than An Bochen and three people.

Jiang Fengyun snorted softly, and his lazy look did not change at all, but his eyes were slightly focused.

"Oh? Are you talking about the man who holds a long halberd and has never done anything? His halberd is beautiful, but unfortunately, once he becomes a fighting slave, he doesn't have to change into ours. Jiang Yunfeng sneered.

"That's not necessarily true." The three people behind him have been hiding in the haze under the eaves of the tower and can't see their appearance clearly. One of them smiled and said, "I haven't seen it for a long time. The more boss orders to decide the winner with the head system. Have you forgotten that the top three newcomers in the previous trials will not only be recruited by the boss, but also receive by the host, with countless gifts. And the two of the three are definitely the strongest among the newcomers in this group. When they stand out and please the master, the halberd will naturally be retained.

"The strong man?" Jiang Fengyun showed an exaggerated stunned expression, and then laughed and said, "Are they also strong? At most, they are the slightly stronger ones among the ants. I remember that the master said that the old one has the right to set the rules of the newcomer's trial, and our king level also has the right to participate in the trial.

"This... I said Xiaojiang, don't you want to end up and deal with them with your own hands?"

One of the three people behind him took a deep breath and shouted exaggeratedly, "Xiaojiang, I remember you just said last time that only the elder is your opponent in the Yongzhen school field. If you take action, you will only face the elder. Why do you want to break your promise in less than two years?

"Who said I would take action? It's enough to fight against them. While Jiang Fengyun spoke, he clapped his hands, but he didn't see any other movements. There was a wave mark in the air, climbed out of the tower window, and spread down the tower wall.

In a blink of an eye, a person flew out of the tower pavilion. He knelt on one knee in the air and worshipped Jiang Fengyun.

"Yuan Shiwu, do you know what I called you for?" Jiang Fengyun narrowed his eyes and waved his posture.

"Your excellency has made it very clear that he will cause some trouble to the three immortal slaves." The Hou-level fighting slave named Yuanwu said.

"It's good to know. The reason why I call you is that you know the most about moderation. You won't lose our face, nor will you make those old men look boring and disappointing. Jiang Fengyun glanced at the dome not far away intentionally or unintentionally, looking slightly hesitant.

"Yes, I will definitely play a good play, fight outside the ten, and defeat them." On the fifteenth day of the Yuan Dynasty, he answered the way.

"Good. By the way, I like the man's long halberd, and I'll get it for me by the way.

"Yes." After saying that, Yuan 15 flashed and disappeared into the air.

Tongtianzhai is in good order, especially in the Dounu campus. Only king-level fighting slaves are qualified to take their own names. Hou-level fighting slaves have a surname and no name, only ranking. The Hou-level and below are only named by their appearance. For example, those wearing a yellow cloak are called yellow robes, and those with red hair are called Huoyun, that's all. Moreover, the low-level fighting slaves must unconditionally obey the high-level fighting slaves without violating the orders of the owner of the slave-fighting arena and not harming the interests of the villagers, just like the Yuanwu treated Jiang Fengyun.

On the periphery of the Dounu school campus, the heavy rain rolled down, and there was no sign of stopping.

Li Xianren's guns were united, like a strong wind, sweeping waves of the invading immortal slaves.

In fact, up to now, these fairy slaves have long lost the ambition to kill An Bochen and get the head. In the face of Li Xian, who became more and more energetic in the Vietnam War and almost killed his eyes, they only want to run as far as far as they want. However, the wooden gun in the young man's hand was mixed with a very strange momentum. The gun stabbed out and turned into a cage, which imprisoned them in the gun wind, making it difficult to break free.

At this moment, the heavy rain suddenly slowed down. Li Xian only felt that his arm was light and the wooden gun was empty.

The fairy slaves who besieged him were all ecstatic and took the opportunity to run away like birds and beasts without hesitation.

"Anshi..."

Li Xian looked back sullenly. Just now, from beginning to end, An Bochen was controlling him in a strange way, like a puppet in front of the rope. Even so, Li Xian could learn a lot from that exquisite shooting skill.

Unexpectedly, when he just found some clues, An Bochen suddenly loosened the invisible "rope".

"What a big tone. Obviously, I am full of servility, but I still like to point fingers. The king-level fighting slave in Yongzhen campus is so disappointing to me.

An Bochen glanced into the distance and muttered in a low voice.

He didn't know that there were so many people watching outside. It was not until Li Xian brought back the news that An Bochen thought of it. The ban was secretly broken. The villagers, the survivors, and the slave fighting tower on the 81st floor were all in the eyes of An Bochen, and Jiang Fengyun's words naturally could not escape An Bochen's ears.

"Li Xian, come back."

An Bochen looked at the "Lv Fengqi" beside him and said to Li Xian.

Li Xian didn't know why, but he still came to An Bochen obediently.

The heavy rain soaked the land outside the school yard into mud. When Li Xian walked, he inevitably made a rustling sound. But suddenly, he found that the sound of sticky mud on his feet was gone. Not only that, the rest of the voices also disappeared from his ears, and the world was unprecedentedly quiet.

Suddenly, a man in a bloody cloak and nested tiger head and shoulder armor appeared in Li Xian's vision.

He stood quietly in the heavy rain, the mud splashed high, and there was no sound, just like his appearance, which was creepy.

"Who are you!"

Li Xian shouted that he could not hear his own voice, so he could only aim at his mouth by habit.

Yuan Shiqi looked at Li Xian strangely, and then looked at Lv Fengqi. Then, he turned his eyes to An Bochen, and his eyes flashed with surprise.

"It's strange, what kind of fighting method are you? You can use your strength to control other people's power."

Yuan Shiwu's voice sounded, and Li Xian behind him was secretly relieved, saying that his ears were fine. In an instant, Li Xian was shocked. He stared at the strangely dressed man in front of him with his mouth wide open, but he didn't expect that this man could see through the means of the teacher.

"Wait, you are..."

Inadvertently, Li Xian's eyes fell to the waist of Yuan 15, surrounded by a bronze tie.

"Gold, silver, copper and iron, the princes and generals... You are a Hou-level fighter!"

Li Xian stared at Yuan Wu unexpectedly. At this time, he found that the immortal slaves who had besieged him before did not leave, but stopped a hundred steps away and looked at this in a daze, as surprised as Li Xian.

Gradually, more and more fairy slaves gathered here, all staring at Yuanwu with hatred or fear from afar. Of course, there are also many people who vaguely see their shadow of their future from Yuanwu, so they look forward to it.

You should know that in the Yongta school field, there is only one imperial-level fighting slave fighting, and the king level is only ten people. Next is the Hou level. Although there are nearly a hundred, it can still be called the best in the Yongta school field with thousands of fighting slaves.

Such a strong man in the Yongta school field suddenly appeared on the trial field, looking like he was coming for the most beautiful group of people these days. How could he not let the rest of the fairy slaves think? In particular, the Chifangtian girl who insisted on An Bochen's revenge of killing her brother was already praying in her heart at this time, hoping that An Bochen would die more painfully and tragically.

Whether it is the dignitaries on the dome or the immortal slaves in the trial field, almost no one is optimistic about An Bochen.

Although An Bochen and his party have been in the limelight in more than eight days of trials, their opponents are a fairy slave who wants to live, far from being comparable to the famous fighting slaves who have experienced hundreds of battles in Tongtianzhai.

It also does not use Taoism. With only physical and melee skills, ordinary fighting slaves sweep dozens of immortals effortlessly.

However, Yuanwu is a Hou-level fighting slave who can rank in the top 100 in the Yongzhen campus. His appearance is also amazing enough. Without Taoism, he can gather into an aura with murderous intention, making him silent within a radius of ten miles.