As soon as Wei Xiong's voice fell, the twenty-six young geniuses who successfully passed the first round of promotion immediately cast their eyes on the Holy Light Elder who slowly descended from the void, with a brilliant look in their eyes!
The second round of battle will determine the top ten in the Hundred Cities War.
In other words, the battle the day after tomorrow will be crucial, because the day after tomorrow, ten of the strongest will be born from the remaining twenty-six young geniuses!
And these ten strongest will have the qualifications to worship the Holy Way of the Heavens and become disciples of this super sect!
At this moment, the twenty-six young geniuses who were distributed in various parts of the circular stone seat and qualified for promotion were all excited and their eyes were hot!
Stepping on the fighting stage again, the Holy Light Elder felt the more than twenty hot eyes cast at him, his mouth slightly curled up, and his eyes were meaningful.
Looking at these young faces, the Holy Light Elder seemed to remember his appearance when he was young. That was himself, and he was the same as these young people in front of him.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Hundreds of figures shot out from the circular stone seat. The first round of the final battle ended, and the crowd of spectators naturally began to leave.
However, there were constant discussions with various emotions from the men and women who left, which was very lively. Obviously, this time, the Hundred Cities War was different from the past, and the monks living in the First Main City were also very concerned and concerned.
"Sister Mo, are you saying that all these spectators are monks from the First Main City?"
Still standing in the circular stone seat, Ye Wuque glanced at the overwhelming figures leaving, with a hint of shock in his tone.
"Well, they have lived in the First Main City since they were born, and they are all talented. They are managed by the elders who pass on the skills in the First Main City. Whether it is the skills they practice, the elixirs they take, or the ordinary tools they own, they are far superior to the children of the noble families in the 100 main cities."
Mo Honglian looked at Lin Yingluo, whose face was still a little pale, with a little pity, and answered Ye Wuque's question.
Hearing Mo Honglian's answer, the shock in Ye Wuque's eyes slowly dissipated, but another question surged in his mind.
"Why don't they participate in the Hundred Cities War? Brother Wuque, is this what you want to ask?"
As if guessing what Ye Wuque was thinking, Mo Honglian lifted her red lips slightly and looked at Ye Wuque with her beautiful eyes.
"Please tell me, sister Mo."
Seeing that his thoughts were seen through by Mo Honglian, Ye Wuque asked casually. Sima Ao on the side was also full of doubts. Lin Yingluo was supported by Mo Qingye and Mo Baiou at the moment, so he didn't need to help.
Among these tens of thousands of spectators, there are many young geniuses with equally powerful cultivation. Some geniuses are even stronger than the young geniuses who participated in the Hundred Cities War.
If these geniuses from the first main city also participated in the Hundred Cities War, then the scene would be ten times more intense and exciting than it is now!
So, why don't these geniuses from the first main city participate in the Hundred Cities War?
You know, in this Hundred Cities War, the top ten people can worship into the super sect Zhutian Shengdao in Zhongzhou!
This is a great road to heaven for every young cultivator who dreams of becoming a strong man. It is impossible for someone not to be tempted by this.
"Because of the sense of belonging and resources."
Mo Honglian said this softly.
Sense of belonging and resources?
Mo Honglian's words immediately made Ye Wuque's eyes focus, as if he thought of something.
"They were born in the First Main City since they were young. All their memories are here. They are different from us. The First Main City is their home." "
We come from the 100 major cities. Although the 100 major cities all follow the lead of the First Main City, in our eyes, we respect and support the First Main City because the First Main City has protected the East for too long and deserves this."
The words with a slightly inexplicable tone came out of Mo Honglian's mouth, and Ye Wuque's doubts were gradually resolved.
These young cultivators of the same generation who were watching the battle, they didn't need to participate in the 100-city war at all, because they didn't need to prove anything, nor did they need to obtain better resources.
Because the First Main City had already given them all these when they were young.
As for joining the super sect Zhutian Shengdao?
Perhaps in the eyes of the young generation of the First Main City, they really yearn for it, otherwise this Hundred Cities War would not attract them to come and watch the war, but it is more of a thought. They will not leave the East, they will not leave the First Main City, because the First Main City is their home, which makes them feel cohesive and belonging.
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The peers of the First Main City are the future hope of the First Main City itself, and the reason why the First Main City can be passed down from generation to generation.
Therefore, the Hundred Cities War is just a way for them to gain more knowledge and experience. They will never leave the First Main City and leave the East.
Because in addition to the First Main City, there will also be extremely talented young geniuses in the 100 main cities of the East. Although their origins may not be as good as the monks in the First Main City, through their own efforts, they have the qualifications to participate in the Hundred Cities War and have the qualifications to leave the East. This is also a very remarkable thing in the eyes of the young generation of the First Main City.
Only with such a virtuous cycle between the two can the land of the East Land always exist in the Northern Sky Region and be passed down from generation to generation.
"No wonder they all wear uniform martial arts robes, both men and women. It turns out that these tens of thousands of people are all cultivators trained by the First Main City! It really deserves to be the First Main City. Only here can such a big hand be made!"
Sima Ao couldn't help but sigh. With Mo Honglian's reminder, he also figured out the question in Ye Wuque's mind.
"That's right, I don't know how much it will consume every day for elixirs and ordinary tools. Except for the First Main City, there is no other place in the entire East Land that has such a deep foundation and resources." Nodding
slightly, Ye Wuque was impressed by these cultivators in the First Main City and was also amazed at the deep foundation of the First Main City.
After figuring out the doubts in his heart, Ye Wuque no longer stayed. His figure flashed and followed the crowd, leaving the circular stone seat and heading towards the First Main City. The three sisters of the Mo family, Sima Ao and Lin Yingluo followed closely behind.
"Buzz..." "Swoosh"
This is an extremely quiet place with a tranquil environment, not much different from the small building where one rests temporarily before entering the first main city.
More than 20 figures flashed in succession. The leader of the three was Ye Wuque. However, Ye Wuque's eyes were filled with shock and admiration, as if he had seen many scenes that shook his mind along the way. The expressions on the faces of Mo Honglian and Sima Ao, who followed closely behind him, were exactly the same.
As for the other 20 young geniuses who successfully advanced, they also had almost the same expressions, and it was obvious that they were not calm.
"The First Main City is indeed worthy of being the guardian of the East! It is really magnificent and magnificent!"
After leaving the circular stone seat, the 26 people who advanced to the second round of battle were led by an elder of the First Main City to the rest area. Along
the way, under the deliberate guidance of the elder, almost all the scenes of the entire First Main City were seen, which opened the eyes of the 26 young monks.
The circular stone seat, the martial arts training field, the force river, the power transmission hall, etc., all of which were in the first main city, were opened to the eyes of the twenty-six young monks. Each place was filled with the baptism of time and the luck that had been shrouded for countless years!
Along the way, the twenty-six people were completely enlightened, and they also knew the traces and proofs of the existence of a great inheritance force, which aroused their deeper yearning and expectation in their hearts!
"Little guys, you will rest in the courtyard of the Jingshe for one day tomorrow, or you can walk around and have a look. The day after tomorrow morning, this elder will come here to pick you up again." As
an old voice fell, the elder of the first main city suddenly soared into the sky, turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the horizon. After
this elder left, someone immediately moved and walked into the many Jingshes.
Now, everyone who can stand here has experienced a war, and at this moment, they are also a little tired. They have no mood to care about other things at all, and they only want to practice and restore their own energy.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Soon, there were less than ten people left in front of the Jingshe courtyard.
Lin Yingluo, Mo Qingye and Mo Baiou were eliminated, so they were no longer here. Instead, they went to the area of Longguang Main City in the first main city.
With the company of Mo Qingye and Mo Baiou, Ye Wuque and Sima Ao were not worried that Lin Yingluo would be in trouble.
However, Sima Ao looked solemn at this moment. He nodded to Ye Wuque and Mo Honglian and chose a Jingshe to enter.
Sima Ao's murderous intent towards Lin She accumulated with the passage of time. Although he knew that with his current peak cultivation in the middle stage of the Spirit Realm, he would not be Lin She's opponent.
But Sima Ao didn't care about these. He only cared about revenge for Lin Yingluo.
Therefore, in the next day, he would practice desperately. Even if he couldn't break through, he would try his best.
Looking at Sima Ao's back, Ye Wuque sighed slightly. How could he not know Sima Ao's thoughts?
Mo Honglian beside him saw Ye Wuque sighing, and a hint of interest flashed in her beautiful eyes, as if she had thought of something. She also greeted Ye Wuque and walked towards a temple.
In the end, Ye Wuque also chose to walk towards a temple, but when he entered the temple, he suddenly noticed a gaze. When he looked back, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful back. With
a glance, Ye Wuque rubbed the storage ring on his finger, and a thought came to his mind again.
"Om"
Ye Wuque, who entered the temple, immediately began to practice. The holy fighting spirit enveloped his body. He also began to recall the battle with Pang Zhong today, constantly summarizing and pondering.
One night passed quickly.
The next morning, the sun rose, and there was a warm and peaceful atmosphere between heaven and earth, as if it was incompatible with the upcoming hot battle, and it seemed to be warming up something.
A slender figure stood in front of a temple, with bright eyes and standing with his hands behind his back. It was Ye Wuque who had finished his practice.
"Miss Nalan, I apologize for bothering you."
As soon as Ye Wuque finished speaking, the door of the abode was opened, and a soft girl's voice came from inside.
"Nalan is so happy that Master Ye can come to visit, how can she blame him?"
Nalan Yan's words made Ye Wuque's eyes move, and then he did not stop, but stepped in.
Ye Wuque came to Nalan Yan's abode this time, and that was to repay Nalan Yan for the favor she had helped him with.
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