Feng An's simple action immediately attracted the attention of many disciples from the two camps nearby.

Kong Ju shook his head and chuckled, "No, I'd better go back to where I should be."

He really didn't want to attract attention in the public eye.

He understood what Feng An meant. The former recognized his own strength and believed that he should go to the team of Yanglun Sixth Realm, but this move was too eye-catching.

Especially under the premise of the upcoming bloody trial, it is better to keep a low profile. People with low profiles live longer.

Feng An was slightly stunned, then understood what Kong Ju meant.

I didn't force it, and said softly: "Don't leave when the show is over. I'll take you somewhere."

After saying this and waving his hand, Feng An returned to the front camp.

This attracted many of the disciples from that camp to laugh at him: "Feng An, what are you thinking? Pull over a person from the fifth level of Yanglun."

"You know shit." Feng An was timid and submissive only in front of people who were stronger than him.

When facing disciples of the same level, he just cursed at them.

Apparently, Feng An's strength was among the best in that camp.

After being scolded by him, the disciple who spoke first just smiled awkwardly.

Kong Ju slowly entered the crowd of people in the rear team and chose to ignore the strange looks from others.

Another half incense stick of time passed and Shangguan Yuzhou arrived.

His reputation in the outer sect was no less than that of the second-tier disciples at level six of the Yanglun Sect. Immediately, a disciple from that camp invited him over, but he refused with a wave of his hand.

After standing in front of the crowd and watching for a while, he finally found Kong Ju, who walked over with a smile.

His actions naturally attracted the attention of many disciples.

Kong Ju was previously invited by Feng An

Now, Shangguan Yuzhou, the most sought-after genius in the outer sect, walked directly towards him.

Those disciples couldn't help but look at him twice.

There are even many people speculating about his identity.

"Could it be a recently rising genius?"

"It must be very difficult for Shangguan Yuzhou to accompany the invitation of a sixth-level cultivator of Yanglun."

"I'll go over and try to get close to her later."

…

The gazes of others could not escape Kong Ju's eyes, which made Kong Ju, who wanted to be an ordinary disciple and not conspicuous among the disciples, rub his eyebrows with a headache.

Before Kong Ju could think about it, Shangguan Yuzhou had already come to his side.

He was still unaware of the fact that Kong Jue's head was as big as a bucket. He stretched his neck to look around and said to himself, "It's really fucking lively."

Shangguan Yuzhou was almost the last disciple to arrive.

The disciples who filled the entire Skylark Terrace did not have to wait too long.

A man wearing black scale armor and carrying a thick-backed broadsword came flying in from the sky and stood on the high platform of Yunque Terrace.

His face was thin, and there was a cold and fierce look in his eyes as he stared at the disciples below the stage.

A scar extended from his left eyebrow to his right chin, almost splitting his entire face.

With his ferocious appearance, even though he did not exude any pressure from the Ascension Wheel Realm, his arrival still made the entire Yunque Terrace silent in an instant.

"One of the two deputy heads of the Law Enforcement Hall, He Xijin."

Shangguan Yuzhou looked at the man on the platform and explained to Kong Ju softly, "This guy is a ruthless person. When he was still an inner sect disciple, he killed a wandering cultivator in the Shenglun realm. The scar on his face was left at that time."

"In the Law Enforcement Hall, his prestige is second only to the Hall Master."

The Law Enforcement Hall is the sect's sharp sword, and the disciples inside are all the most powerful at the same level.

After listening to Shangguan Yuzhou's introduction, Kong Ju stared straight at He Xijin on the stage, thinking to himself: "This He Xijin must be a strong man in the Shenglun realm."

He Xijin was very satisfied with the effect of his appearance. He swept his eyes over the disciples below the stage one by one, and a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His defiant voice spread throughout the Lark Terrace in due time.

"According to the order of the headmaster, the outer sect training will begin tomorrow."

"All outer disciples who are above the fourth level of Yanglun must participate in this training."

"This experience is different from the previous ones. It is a baptism of blood on a real battlefield."

"If you are afraid of death, you can put your outer sect badge on the ground and get out now. What my Cangwu sect needs is disciples who dare to fight and kill."

Many of the disciples in the audience were so frightened that their faces turned pale.

The word "dangerous" coming from He Xijin's mouth is more intimidating than anyone else.

But almost no disciples made any compromise, because without the protection of the sect, this world would be difficult to advance in terms of cultivation speed and cultivation resources.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"Very good, you are not cowards. It is the master's intention to let you see blood."

After saying this, He Xijin carried his big knife and disappeared without a trace just like when he came.

Only one sentence was left, echoing on the Skylark Terrace.

"You have one day to prepare. Gather at Yunquetai at 11:00 tomorrow. The sect will send you to the place of training."

From the time He Xijin appeared to the time he disappeared, the whole process took less than a minute.

Kong Ju narrowed his eyes, thinking about his words, and then smiled: "You didn't even tell me where you're going. Is this just a training notice?"

"Who cares? As long as we know it's murder, that's enough." Shangguan Yuzhou didn't care.

The other disciples were completely furious.

"Master He didn't say anything."

"Tomorrow? It's so urgent. I have to buy a few more talismans to save my life."

"Damn it, I should have changed my magic weapon a long time ago. I'm going to change it for something more handy now, so I don't die in the training."

…

Somewhere on the high platform of Yunquetai that no one can see through.

There were two hidden figures, quietly looking at the disciples who were in a mess below.

One of them was the sect leader Huangfu Ying. He was wearing a black robe as usual, but appeared calm. He looked at the expressions on each disciple's face with interest, with a slight smile on his lips.

The other one had a huge sword on his back, his hands crossed over his chest, and his face was as cold as a rock sculpture.

He glanced at Huangfu Ying's excited face and said in a hoarse voice, "Is it really okay? At least one third of these disciples will stay there after this trip."

"Both you and I have crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. If we can't even withstand such a small situation, there will be no successor to my Cangwu sect." Huangfu Yingwen's tone was as elegant as ever, and there was no trace of emotion on his face.

"If only one of these disciples could become someone like you, our Cangwu sect would be able to prosper for another three generations."

"How long can you and I hold on? If we don't become immortals, our life span is limited. The next generation has its own responsibilities. We can't take care of what will happen five hundred years later, but we can find disciples who can take on the responsibility."

"Don't you have Qinqin?" The man reminded Huangfu Ying not to forget his daughter.

Huangfu Ying's originally calm expression had turned into melancholy: "She...will have to leave Wudong sooner or later. This place is too small."

The cold-blooded man understood what he meant and nodded silently, obviously agreeing with Huangfu Ying's words.

"But after this battle, those old guys will attack you again." The man's voice became deep, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"Then let them come. This position belongs to the capable one. Whoever can take me down will hand over the position of the head to me." Huangfu Ying smiled lightly, turned around calmly, and disappeared from Yunquetai.

Today is a bit short, not this

(End of this chapter)