Volume 2, Chapter 320 Charge.
Baili Jianhan and Baili Qianqiu were both bewildered, looking at each other with their eyes as big as copper bells.
Baili Qianqiu asked in bewilderment: "Brother, when did Broken Sword Mountain have these three rules? How come I don't know about them?"
Baili Jianhan frowned, "This is not important, what's important is that I have it now."
"That's really a revelation. I originally thought I was the one who got the master's true teachings, but I didn't expect that the one who got the master's true teachings was Zang."
"The disciple surpasses the master..."
Regarding Ye Tingmu's actions, the two could only say, "Awesome."
There was nothing else they could see, the fanaticism in the eyes of more than a thousand people at this moment was so obvious.
"Sword Master, I also want to join Broken Sword Mountain. I will be the first to kneel. Please accept me."
"Sword Master, I am very talented..."
"To be honest, my purpose as a leader is just one word. I just realized that I was born for Broken Sword Mountain..."
More than a thousand people began to express their opinions, talking at once, and the scene was in chaos.
Ye Tingmu’s speech just now was so exciting. Who wouldn’t want to join such a sect?
Who wouldn't want to follow such a leader?
At every turn, it would be a top-grade elixir or a divine weapon.
So in their eyes, Ye Tingmu is not only talented and capable, he also has the ability to "stir up".
No one would doubt Ye Tingmu's financial strength, not even the ten major immortal sects.
Everyone knows that he is a man who plundered the assets of the seventeen richest organizations in more than three days.
Ye Tingmu narrowed his eyes, feeling a little proud in his heart. Yes, this was the effect he wanted.
He held his hands to calm everyone down.
"Everyone, I know that you all want to join Broken Sword Mountain, and I am very grateful for your love for me, but Broken Sword Mountain is not a third-rate sect, and not everyone is accepted. If you want to join Broken Sword Mountain, you can, as long as you pass my test."
He spoke slowly, and his words inadvertently dampened some of the enthusiasm, but at this moment he changed his tone and said, "But don't worry, as long as you pass the assessment, the treatment will be the same. You can get a divine weapon and a top-level elixir as soon as you enter."
The world is bustling with people, all for profit, and this moment has once again ignited the passion in everyone's hearts.
As soon as you enter the door, you can get the divine weapon. Such temptation is enough to attract everyone present to flock to it.
The cheers were loud again.
Ye Tingmu also had his own considerations. Broken Sword Mountain really needed people. A sect only had six people and a dog. If this were made public, wouldn't it be a joke?
Therefore, talent reserve is the foundation.
It is true that he has many younger brothers in the lower world, but above three days, it is still too weak.
So why not take this opportunity to put recruitment on the agenda.
He thought that since these people dared to enter the gate of death, they must have the courage, but he couldn't just take it away casually. People would never cherish things that were too easy to get.
That's why he said he wanted to conduct an assessment, and the reason he threw out the benefits before was to let them know what kind of benefits they would get.
This gives them the determination to move on.
During this time, he said a few more words and chatted with everyone.
It was at this time.
The light curtain that separated them from the snow beast tide gradually dissipated at this moment.
A voice that came from nowhere lingered in everyone's mind, long and lingering.
[The Death Gate Assessment begins. Cross the snow sea and reach the other side. If the mission fails, the soul will be annihilated. If the mission succeeds, enter the fairy mountain.]
Ye Tingmu licked the corner of his lips, waved his hand, and got the coffin.
Looking ahead, his eyes flashed with brilliance.
"Everyone, follow me and charge."
The group of people also put away their previous expressions, and became extremely serious, looking at the snow beasts all over the mountains and fields in front of them, with fairy rings on their bodies and their Dharma images fully opened.
There was fear in their eyes, but also a desire to fight.
In order to stabilize the morale of the troops, Ye Tingmu directly activated the sword ring.
In an instant, eleven circles of fairy rings appeared behind him, eleven rings, eleven colors.
The moment the fairy ring appeared, more than a thousand people were stunned on the spot, each of them standing there in a daze as if they were struck by lightning.
They looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief, their minds buzzing.
He rubbed his eyes hard and looked again and again.
Some even thought they were hallucinating or dreaming, and slapped themselves hard in the face.
Those eleven colors were so dazzling, especially the circle of scorching white and the scorching black, which echoed each other, as if brightening up the gloomy sky at the moment.
"Oh my god, who can tell me this isn't true?"
"I saw it. What? Eleventh Ring? When the hell did the fairyland have an eleventh level?"
"I don't know, I don't know anything, I must be hallucinating."
"Maybe it's true, because he is buried."
Such a shocking scene is before our eyes, and the visual impact is so obvious.
In addition to being shocked and surprised, everyone present also felt fear in their hearts.
The source of fear is the existence outside the circle of Ten Immortals.
What does it mean to be the best of his time? This is what it means to be the best of his time. What does it mean to be unprecedented and unrivaled? This is what it means to be the best of his time.
When the eleven rings of the fairyland appear, who will be the best in this world?
This was the first appearance of Zang's Eleven Immortal Rings, but it had already amazed everyone present.
At this moment, they were extremely certain that Zang Weilai would be the strongest in the three days. No matter Ying Changle or the son of the Demon Lord, they were not even worthy of carrying his shoes.
At this moment, there seemed to be a voice calling them in their hearts and ears.
“Follow this young man, follow Zang, and go on to conquer the heavens and the years.”
Baili Jianhan and Baili Qianqiu just shook their heads helplessly at the sight of the crowd, with a faint smile on their lips.
There is no doubt that the funeral was stunning. Once upon a time, such expressions and eyes had appeared in their eyes.
The shock level of the Eleven Immortal Rings was understandable, but they knew very well that all this was just the beginning, not the end, and that in the future, Burial would surely create miracles again.
Just as he said, his appearance was destined to be different from others, and he was destined to take a path that no one else had ever taken.
He can do it, and only he can do it.
The sharp howl from the north blew the hair on everyone's forehead, making it slightly itchy.
The roar of thousands of beasts shook the sky, touching everyone's heart and making them panic.
The figure standing there seemed so unattainable and so majestic that it made people inexplicably excited.
Zang moved at this moment, and a surging tide of beasts was coming in front of him.
He is fearless.
The long coffin rose into the air and leaped hundreds of meters.
A heavy punch landed.
“Boom!!”
A loud noise covered up the animal's cry.
Between heaven and earth, wind and snow suddenly arose.
"kill!"
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