After Xiang Sheng warned Duan Ming, he left a restriction on him and ignored him.
After a stick of incense, the Holy Son was very satisfied and left.
The leader of the Holy Pavilion was so sad that he could not even cry, and he quickly opened the beast pit and released the people.
A moment later, the fifteen survivors stood in front of the leader of the Holy Pavilion, all covered in blood and in a miserable state.
Xiang Sheng also deliberately let a large amount of blood stain his collar, which was slightly loose, so he was not conspicuous standing in the crowd.
Duan Ming tilted his head and took a quick look, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
He didn't understand, why did this person, who was so powerful, still hide himself?
If he had half of her strength, he would have displayed it in a high-profile manner and won the favor of the leader of the Holy Pavilion.
The leader of the Holy Pavilion did not notice Duan Ming's abnormality. He looked at the fifteen people in front of him, feeling angry, furious, and helpless.
We agreed to leave him twenty people, but now only fifteen are left. How is he going to explain this?
These saints are so hateful!
He cursed the man in his heart for eight hundred times, but on the surface he still looked dignified. He coughed lightly and spoke slowly:
"You are lucky. Today's Sacred Pavilion assessment is fully arranged by His Royal Highness, the Holy Son."
He picked himself out with one sentence, paused, and continued:
"The fact that you were able to hold out in the beast pit for even a stick of incense proves that all fifteen of you are the elite among the elite. Ordinary tasks are naturally unworthy of you."
Having said that, the leader of the Holy Pavilion took out a handful of wooden signs and threw them on the table beside him in a row.
“These twenty-four wooden plaques correspond to the twelve great saints of my Holy Heaven Palace. Each of them has two vacancies for personal guards.
I will give you two incense sticks of time to rest.
After that, within the next incense stick, you can grab the wooden tokens. You can serve the Holy Son whose token you grab.
I'll give you the chance.
Whether you can follow a good master and soar to the sky depends on your own luck."
After the leader of the Holy Pavilion finished speaking, he ordered people to light incense sticks and left without caring about the reactions of the fifteen people.
As soon as he left, the fifteen people standing in the field immediately distanced themselves and became wary of each other.
Duan Ming felt the eager gazes from all around him, and he was sweating with guilt.
He was not an elite by any means. The only reason he could last even a stick of incense in the beast pit was that he stayed near Xiang Sheng and did not go far away.
What's the difference between snatching the wooden sign from a group of genuine survivors of the beast pit and seeking death?
He had no intention of joining the battle at all. He just wanted to stand aside and watch the battle with the last-ranked Holy Son token.
But even so, it doesn't mean that no one will cause trouble for him.
Maybe there is someone who is feeling very frustrated in the beast pit and wants to take his anger out on someone?
Furthermore, the leader of the Holy Pavilion hadn't explicitly forbidden them from killing each other just now...
The more Duan Ming thought about it, the more frightened he became. He looked up and instinctively searched for Xiang Sheng's figure.
But Xiang Sheng was also looking at him at this time, his lips moving slightly.
"How much do you know about the Twelve Holy Sons?"
Duan Ming was overjoyed when he heard the message.
He had no intention of exploring why the senior didn't even know this kind of common sense, and immediately responded through voice transmission:
“Senior, I know everything!
The strongest among the twelve saints is Mingguang, who has a powerful background and comes from a family of cultivators.
If I could gain his appreciation, clearing the Yin Qi from my body would be a piece of cake."
"Who is the weakest?" Xiang Sheng asked again.
Duan Ming was stunned for a moment, puzzled, but still replied:
"The one ranked last in terms of strength is Gong... Gong Moyan.
This person has no background. I heard he's an orphan from a tribe that was wiped out. His cultivation is average, and he's been guarding the demon transport channel for years, so he's not taken seriously."
When Xiang Sheng heard this, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
His surname is Gong, and he is an orphan of the tribe.
Is it a coincidence?
She had originally intended to choose the weakest one so that she could implement her plan, and now she was even more curious.
Having made up his mind, Xiang Sheng stopped asking questions and leaned against a stone wall to rest his eyes.
In silence, two incense sticks of time passed in a flash.
When the third incense stick was lit, the people confronting each other in the field suddenly jumped up and grabbed the personal guard token of the Son of Mingguang.
Xiang Sheng also pretended to join the melee, but Duan Ming took Gong Moyan's personal guard token from the edge of the table and retreated quickly and nervously.
The melee in the field seemed fierce, but in fact everyone was very restrained and no one was ruthless.
At most, they will fight hard for one time, and the disadvantaged party will consciously retreat and grab other tokens.
They are not stupid as they can survive from the beast pit.
It was a blessing in disguise that they had reached this point, and they were actually all the Holy Son's personal guards.
The Son of God's Token must be snatched, but there is no need to fight for it.
With everyone thinking this way, the melee ended early in less than an incense stick of time.
Xiang Sheng pulled himself away at the right moment and naturally took Gong Moyan's token from the table.
Duan Ming was quite jealous when he saw that the incense was not yet completely burned and there were still some tokens left on the table.
But when he thought that his senior would also serve under Gong Moyan, he suppressed the impulse.
When the incense sticks burned out, the leader of the Holy Pavilion came over and glanced at the remaining wooden signs on the table with a look of surprise.
He turned his head, his eyes quickly locked on Xiang Sheng and Duan Ming, and asked bluntly, "Why did you choose this token?"
Xiang Sheng feigned confusion: "Commander, is there something wrong with this token?"
Duan Ming also pretended to be ashamed and said, "Commander, I have been concentrating on cultivation and don't know much about the Twelve Holy Sons, so... I just grabbed a token."
When the leader of the Holy Pavilion heard this, he almost couldn't help laughing.
If you grab it casually, you can catch the weakest one. And there are actually two such unlucky ones.
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