The venue was buzzing, and at this time, everyone had already arrived. A tutor representing the temple said a few simple words on the stage, indicating that everyone was quiet and the meeting officially began.

The tutor of the temple retreated, and a middle-aged man with anger and angry beard slowly stepped on the stage.

He looked about forty years old, his skin was a little dark and rough, and his hard beard from his fingers was tucked into his face like a barb, making him look as if he was not angry and mighty.

He carried his hands on his back. Although there was no sword in his hand, he felt that he was covered in swords all over his body, and it was a sword full of blood, full of bloodthirsty!

The Immortal Sword Demon Acre!

Unlike the pure power of those sacred tutors, Acre's power was already covered by his murderous aura that was about to overflow. His majestic gaze just glanced around, and the originally buzzing venue immediately became completely quiet, and everyone looked at him intently.

Acre walked very slowly, but every time he took a step, the footsteps exploded directly in everyone's hearts like muffled thunder, and the impact was stacked one after another, one wave higher than another.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The venue that can accommodate hundreds of people is different from each other, but everyone's feelings are exactly the same at this moment.

During the first few steps, everyone in the field was just attracted by him. When they reached the fifth step, many people sitting in the back row frowned.

But when they reached the tenth step in the center of the Taiwan Strait, even Ye Dun, the strongest in the front row, Zhao Ziyue and others frowned with serious expressions. Some of the people behind them who were slightly weak, even felt their legs weak, and their heartbeat was almost stopped due to the sound of footsteps, and they almost fell to their knees!

Lao Wang is fine. Although his soul power is average, after all, the insect god species is definitely one of the best in the face of this kind of mental oppression. He doesn't feel anything. Fantesey next to him is a little embarrassed. If it weren't for being helped by Lao Wang and Heiwu Kai, he would definitely be the first person to kneel down in the audience.

Fortunately, Acre did not continue.

To be honest, these disciples of the Holy Temple performed much better than he thought.

His strength is only one aspect, and he can withstand the pressure he has raised in the sea of ​​corpses and blood. At least the psychological qualities of these disciples in the Holy Clan are absolutely strong. This time, his encounter with the Nine Gods may be a chance.

"You should all know the purpose of this time." Acre spoke slowly, and his murderous aura slightly retracted. Many disciples from the Holy Temple who were already tense to the extreme were able to breathe quietly.

"This is a battle with the Nine Gods, and it is also a pioneering way to solve the problems left over from the border..." Acre's voice echoed around, not loud, but the abundant soul power was enough to transmit his voice control to every corner of the venue, so that everyone could hear it clearly: "The opening time of the Soul Illusion Realm has not yet been decided. The current military exorcist estimates that the rule of fighting in the Soul Illusion Realm should be between the next two days and two weeks. The rules for fighting in the Soul Illusion Realm are that there are no rules..."

"... The East District of Fortress Fortress is an activity area divided into you. You can use any training grounds and facilities in the East District, but you cannot enter other areas! In essence, what we encourage you to learn from each other, but you should pay attention to the scale. Those who are interested can also find the instructors of Fortress Fortress. They are bored recently, and this is a rare opportunity for you to improve."

"I don't know how your elders and mentors told you about it. Maybe they will tell you privately that the first person to save your life, but now I've heard it clearly. On the battlefield, the first person to die is often the one who doesn't want to die!"

Acre's speech speed is not fast, but every sentence is very powerful and does not make people feel bored: "Facing with the Nine Gods, the Blade has never retreated. On the battlefield, the sword is eyeless. It depends on luck to survive, but the courage to fight hard first! There are no cowards in the military camp, and they look down on cowards the most. The temple may have the way to play the temple, but when you get here, you have to listen to me. Whoever is afraid of death drags down the companions in it, or escapes at the last moment... Even if you survive by chance, I will make him regret coming to this world!"

After saying that, he glanced around majesticly, clenched his fist with his right hand and hammered it hard on his chest, and drank it in his mouth: "Blade Glory!"

brush!

All the disciples of the Holy Clan immediately stood up, and as he did, hammering his right fist hard on his chest, roaring in a low voice: "Blade glory!"

The venue suddenly felt solemn and murderous. Acre looked around coldly. The "glory" that these people were shouting at this moment might be sincere, but when they really came to the battlefield, when they really faced life and death, it was not necessarily true that how many people could still maintain their true feelings at this moment. After all, there will always be differences between what they say and what they do, but at least they should have such belief in their hearts, which is the purpose of his teaching.

Yacre slowly lowered his hand: "There's one more thing."

Everyone looked at him, and saw Acre's eyes sweeping across the lower part: "Who is Wang Feng? Stand up!"

Lao Wang was going to applaud him and see him off, but he didn't expect that he was named. He was a little speechless. Oh my god, why are you calling me? I want to be a low-key man...

But when the sharp eyes on the stage looked over, he stood up helplessly: "Report, I am Wang Feng."

Everyone's eyes turned to him again. The feeling of being suddenly targeted by five hundred people was that Fantes might have to kneel down again if he had changed to Fantesy, but Lao Wang just cursed in his heart, but his face looked as usual.

"The inventor of the Rune of Merging." Acre nodded slowly at him: "This is a rare talent for our blade. This time he was targeted by the Nine Gods." 123 Literature Network

He signaled that Wang Feng could sit down, and then looked at the others around him: "I will announce a special mission for the Holy Council. After entering the Soul Illusion Realm, everyone must do their best to ensure Wang Feng's safety. Okay, let's go!"

Lao Wang was stunned. The first half of the sentence sounded quite pleasant. If five hundred disciples really protected him together, it would be as stable as Mount Tai, but...

Damn, brother! I will be rewarded if I kill the Nine Gods. You can protect me but don’t give me a reward. The degree of attention is completely unequal... They are the turbocharged four-wheel drive drivers, so why don’t you give me a bicycle? Is this an international joke with me?

You don’t mean to protect me? Is this a complete hatred for me?

Sure enough, before Lao Wang could finish his thoughts, the eyes around him that were originally indifferent to him suddenly became a little playful, even with some anger...

Lao Wang was depressed. How could he not be angry? The last second he asked everyone not to be afraid of death, and everyone was not allowed to drag others down. Then he turned around and made a special situation to make a sharp contrast. This is to put it on himself, and he was not happy and unbalanced.

The Holy Temple... This is a grudge against me, Lao Wang!

But the problem is that he really can't refute Acre's words. He is just repeating the words of the Holy Council, or for your own good, what can you say?

This meeting was basically just about explaining these things. Acre left after saying that, and the audience was out of control and immediately became lively from the quietness just now.

Most people are more interested in obviously such as the instructor of the Fortress of the Fortress, the specific opening time of the Soul Illusion Realm, etc. As for the protection of Wang Feng, which Acre negotiated in the final, it is obviously a topic that everyone is keen on, but the purpose of this passion is obviously not so pure.

"I actually asked the superiors to explain to protect them. Isn't this blatant dragging you down?"

"Damn it, the last second made us not afraid of death and could not drag our companions down. If we look back, we will let this guy blatantly drag us down. Is this task funny?"

"Haha, it's just a task." Someone said with a faint smile: "It can be done or not."

"That's it! Protect him? Why!"

"If you don't have the strength, don't participate. If you come, you will treat it specially. I'm afraid that this is not the illegitimate son of an old man from the temple?"

What people care about is not necessarily that Lao Wang is dragging his feet, but the difference obviously makes people feel unfair.

"It's just a drag, so don't go!" The others were talking and laughing in the distance, but someone had already led the team to Lao Wang and said contemptuously: "Don't lose our Aurora City!"

He was the ruling, and there were many acquaintances, Mu Mu, Sha Modou, An Di... Cai Yunhe, who was beaten and deposed by Kura, didn't see it, but he had an extra leader, and he was the one who despised Wang Feng just now.

Ashoka, the Holy Judgment Team, Mu Mu is just the deputy captain, this person is the real person. He was training outside when he fought with Rose last time. He had already had a training plan for more than half a year, but this time he was specially ordered to be recalled for the dispute over Dragon City.

"Who are you?" Old Wang was called out just now, and he was still unhappy and stared at him with wide eyes.

"This is the captain of our Holy Judgment, King Ashoka." Ann introduced it next to him.

In An’s heart, without his uncle, Amberlin, wouldn’t be like him today. He was almost as close to his uncle as his biological parents. However, his uncle was devoted to his feelings, but Wang Feng repeatedly used it and deceived him.

Last time, he didn't lose to him as his uncle wanted. An Di felt a little guilty, but now that guilt is gone. If it weren't for the uncle's words, he would have wanted to drag Wang Feng out and beat him up now.

He looked at Wang Feng with a bright look: "Wang Feng, remember what I said, no matter what you invented or what achievements you have made, but if a person doesn't even talk about basic faith, that can be a shame! And you are the biggest shame in Aurora City!"

There was someone who took the initiative to bicker with him... Before Lao Wang could show his power, he heard that there was an internal strife there first. Mapel's face flushed and dissuaded: "Senior brother, everyone is a disciple of the Holy Clan, and they are all from Aurora City, forget it..."

"Mapel, this is nothing to do with you." Ashoka glanced at her faintly.

Mapel seemed to be afraid of him, and his lips squirmed slightly, but he didn't dare to say more.

But when he turned around, he happened to see Wang Feng winking at her. Mapel's face turned slightly red and subconsciously shrank backwards.

Lao Wang was so happy. Unexpectedly, there was someone who helped him in the ruling. And it was the senior sister of the Prison Potion Academy who was tied up by himself last time. This girl was still as tender as ever. She was ashamed to her face as she was always.
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