However, his actions made the demon cultivators around him feel disdainful, as if he was afraid of those huge beasts and pretending to be weak.

After some tests, the cultivation of the three groups of people was confirmed to be unfair. For a moment, the members of the Blood Demon Tianlang Sect gathered together again and began to allocate the grades.

After waiting for about two cups of tea silently, the more than 200 candidates present were all paired up. The late Lingning scholar in the center finally raised his head and announced loudly: "The first level of entry, life and death, start now! No. 45, No. 68, you will be on the first round! No. 77, No. 96, you will be on the second round."

The young talents who were called to the brand were extremely nervous. After all, they would have to be divided into life and death as soon as they got on the ring. Moreover, the time limit for that incense stick was limited, and they all trembled with their hands.

However, since they came here to take the exam and did not escape, they had already thought of becoming successful if they failed, so they hesitated for less than four breaths and walked towards the ring where they should go.

"Brother Wang, look at this competition, who can survive and be selected for the second exam?"

The other candidates who had not been called had their names, and when they saw those who were called, they couldn't help but start to talk in a low voice.

Although everyone present did not know each other, the appearance of the ferocious beast alone was enough to determine the family background and sect of his origin.

And Brother Wang who was questioned was like Bai Xiaosheng, and he was quite familiar with the evil demon sect and retail investors in the demon land.

Sure enough, within a moment, the king narrowed his eyes and replied quietly: "I think it is probably the 80% of the 45th that will win. The Qingxie Sect's instant step is strange and unpredictable. It is not something that the little Han Cicada Cult can resist. In addition, the cultivation level between the two is one line different. The young master of the Liu Han Cult Cult is afraid that it will be a little bit of good and bad."

While he was analyzing the battle situation, the blood-colored barrier rising around the ring No. 1 suddenly fell down, and then a figure jumped to the ground quickly.

"Hmph, it's so easy."

I saw that the figure was holding a bloody head in his hand, throwing it casually, and landing at the feet of the Blood Demon Cult standing in the supervision.

The Blood Demon Sect glanced at the head of the ground expressionlessly, and announced: "First beat, No. 45 will enter the second test of the Blood Demon selection!"

"Brother Wang has a good vision!"

Seeing that the young talent No. 45 threw the head out, the examinees watching from afar could not help but exclaimed with admiration.

"This is nothing, you can wait and see. After twenty breaths, the No. 2 ring will come out."

Hearing everyone's words of convincing, the Wang brother raised his lips and said lightly.

The dozens of candidates around him quickly calmed down and began to count down silently, no more or less. After twenty breaths, the blood curtain of the No. 2 ring fell without deviation according to his guess.

Then, the young talent No. 96 walked out of it with blood stains.

Everyone who saw this situation was even more impressed by the king's brother. Some people even asked their next fate when they called his brand.

Only Zhan Feihong, who was standing behind, holding the flame kitten, was still standing alone. When he heard the Wang brother's speculation, he just smiled slightly and said nothing.

Because of his outstanding behavior, the king's eyes inevitably attracted the attention of the king.

"No. 137, No. 269, three rounds!"

At this moment, the late Lingning scholars in the center shouted out the brand of Zhan Feihong.

Zhan Feihong heard that his competition was about to come, and took a breath slightly, then hugged the flame kitten and walked towards the location of the No. 3 ring.

"Brother Wang, look at this time, who will live and who will die?"

As soon as he took a half step, he heard in his ears that some people were asking with interest among the large group of people not far away.

Before the Wang brother could answer, the others sneered.

"Is this more important? Look at the number 269, the beast I am the size of my palm. Standing there with a timid virtue, who will die if he doesn't die? I really don't know what his parents thought. It's purely for free to send such a soft egg over!"

"No, I have been walking in the monster land for many years. Although I have not seen a profound knowledge, I have known countless ferocious beasts. I have never seen such a short thing. I am afraid that it will degenerate into a spirit beast and a meat beast in a few years!"

"I guess he can't last ten rounds when he goes up to the ring!"

"I guess five rounds!"

"I guess one round!"

Just as the mockery continued, the king suddenly signaled everyone to calm down.

Then, his eyes flashed towards Zhan Feihong, who had already approached, and a gloom that was not easy to detect was flashed in his eyes.

"You ask about the next victory or defeat of the No. 3 ring"

He deliberately waited until the young man was closest to him, and the king raised his eyebrows and said loudly at the top of his voice: "I can guarantee that No. 269 will not only die, but also die miserably!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Everyone thought that this brother Wang could come to a different conclusion, but they didn't expect that the answer was still as they expected, and they burst into laughter.

However, several of them were curious and asked, "Brother Wang, why do you say that he must die miserably?"

At this time, Brother Wang was glancing at Zhan Feihong who had reached the closest place.

After finding that the other party heard his judgment, he not only did not have any fear expression, but was still walking speed as if he was disdainful. He continued to walk towards the ring without any hesitation. He couldn't help but say ignorantly: "Although I don't know that this No. 269 origin, just looking at his native beast, it is estimated that 80% of the less-than-class disciples of the sect and third-rate characters. Even if he takes a step back, he has so many exquisite magical powers, and he is still a person in the early stage of Linglian. Do you know, which sect's young master is that No. 137?"

“Which teaching?”

Some people who were relatively unfamiliar with No. 137 asked immediately.

"He is the young master of the Swallowing Heaven Sect! This sect is famous for eating people and not spitting bones in the demonic land. The lower sects will not leave any scum when they fight against enemies, whether humans or beasts!"

The king glanced at everyone and replied seriously.

"Oh, it turns out that he is from the Swallowing Heaven Sect! I have always heard of the evil name of this sect. Its supernatural powers can actually devour others and directly turn them into one's own use. It can be called a demon cultivator among demon cultivators. He never leaves any room for his work, and is extremely crazy!"

Hearing Brother Wang’s explanation, sighs burst out from the crowd again.

"So, I can guarantee that No. 269 will die miserably! As far as I know, although the young master of the Tianshen Sect is still at the level of the early stage of Linglian, due to his devouring magical powers and evil methods, his strength is no less than those demon cultivators in the middle stage of Linglian!"

The king followed his voice and revealed his prediction again: "In addition, the people from the Swallowing Heaven Sect are cruel by nature. If they guessed correctly, the young master of the Swallowing Heaven Sect would probably have to spend the last moment when a stick of incense was extinguished before he could end the other party's life and leave the arena. During this period, he would definitely bite down part by part and swallow it all, but he would still have a breath until he was completely eaten up and the residue would not exist!"

After this analysis that sounded very sensible, everyone's eyes turned to Zhan Feihong, who was about to walk onto the ring. Some people shook their heads repeatedly, while others looked cruel and grinned at the corners of their mouths, all thinking that he would definitely suffer from torture in this competition.

"What kind of character will I be when I am my opponent? It turns out to be you!"

At the same time, the young master of the Swallowing Heaven Sect who was flying from the other side looked at Zhan Feihong with disdain, and there was a little bloodthirsty in his eyes.

"It just so happens that my Sky-Swallowing Beast is a little hungry, so I will use you little bastard to fill my stomach!"

A strong fire-type spiritual wave suddenly burst out from all over his body. He shot his hands in the air, and two fierce magical powers attacked the other party's body, trying to force Zhan Feihong into the ring!

"well"

Sighing slightly, Zhan Feihong looked at the young master of the Swallowing Heaven Sect on the stage with a fierce look on his face, allowing the other party to capture him in the area of ​​the arena.

As his feet touched the table, thick blood mist suddenly rose around the entire arena, surrounding the two of them.

"Don't worry, I will eat yours little by little until the incense is burned! It can be used as my food, which is a blessing you have cultivated in eight lifetimes!"

He stretched out his red tongue and licked his lips greedily. The young master of the Swallowing Heaven Sect came to the stage without any resistance when he saw Zhan Feihong, but he thought that the other party was already discouraged.

The pair of arms quickly vibrated strongly. In a short while, his palms turned into bloody mouths. The terrifying fangs flashing cold light rolled out like barbs, and they rushed over!

"I'll start with your legs!"

He rushed to Zhan Feihong like lightning, and the bloody mouth formed by the young master of the Swallowing Heaven Sect immediately opened to the extreme, and he pointed at the base of his thigh and bit it!

But before his two big mouths fell, the hot pain spread from his chest.

This strange feeling only made the young master of the Swallowing Heaven Sect stagnate. Then, he found that the No. 269 candidate who was slaughtered by him had a bright red object in his palm.

After the scarlet flame aperture gradually faded, he realized that this bright red thing was a beating heart!

"Sorry, I don't have time to spend a stick of incense with you."

Just as the young master of the Swallowing Heaven Sect opened his eyes wide and was at a loss, a faint voice came into his ears.n!~!
Chapter completed!