Chapter 129

As the sun sets, the golden light spreads to the earth.

After standing in line for several hours, it was Zhao Xin's turn.

"Name, clan."

The recorder was busy recording without looking up.

"Long Yunxin, huashanxianzong."

"Huashan Xianzong?" The recorder looked up at Zhao Xin in surprise and said in a deep voice: "Huashan Xianzong is not qualified to participate in the contest."

"Ha ha, I chose Huashan Xianzong. I don't know if I have a long brain."

"I think he was cheated by Huashan people."

"This kind of idiot, haven't you heard about Huashan?"

Several people behind Zhao Xin laughed wantonly.

Teasing!

Absolute teasing.

Holding back his anger, Zhao Xinqiang asked: "that rule says Huashan is not qualified to participate in the contest?"

Record disciple canthus slightly pick, angry shout a way: "I say not qualified is not qualified, quickly roll, don't hinder the people behind."

He is a disciple of Xianzong in Beiting. Elder Wu Han suffered a loss in this man's hands. Zhang Qi, the elder, died innocent and unjustly. Only when he can ask Zhao Xin to sign up can he have a ghost.

"You're saying it again!"

Every word is like a needle on the mind of the recorder.

Looking up at Zhao Xin's Scarlet eyes, the whole person froze and held his breath.

Faltering way: "what do you want to... Do? This is the territory of the imperial sword city

Click, click!

Zhao Xin moved his fingers and made a crackling sound.

His eyes flashed fierce light, and a grim smile appeared on his face: "I don't want to do anything, I just want to kill you!"

He has vowed before that those who humiliate others will be humiliated and those who humiliate others will be killed!

This man has obviously touched his bottom line. Let alone the territory of Huangjian City, even if you are the leader of Huangjian City, I will kill you today.

His right hand shot like lightning and grasped the recording disciple's neck.

"No... no... no... don't..."

Bang——

Before the scream of the recording disciple's panic fell, a dull sound sounded, his head exploded, and Yin Hong's flowers mixed with white brain sprayed all over the ground.

"Well, you killed the staff in the assembly area without authorization. Are you ignoring the existence of the eight immortals and huangjiancheng?"

"Come on, kill him for me!"

Wu Han had noticed all this for a long time. When he saw the disciple die, he waved his hand and suddenly a group of disciples of Beiting Xianzong gathered around him.

Looking at Zhao Xin standing in the same place, Wu Han laughs and finally gives him a chance to revenge.

Zhao Xin looked at the besieged disciples of the Xianzong sect in Beiting. Just as they were ready to kill and earn some money, he yelled and stopped everyone.

"Stop it for me!"

Wu Han and Zhao Xin follow the sound and see that the person calling is Ouyang Yi!

Step by step, Ouyang Yi came down from the city wall and said, "I saw that recording disciple practicing favoritism just now. I should kill him for losing the face of our imperial sword city!"

As soon as the voice fell, Wu Han's face suddenly changed and became extremely ugly. Why?

Why do people in Huangjian city want to speak for Zhao Xin?

Is there any identity for this young man, even the imperial sword city?

For a moment, Wu Han's mind was in a mess.

Ouyang Yi waves and rearranges a recording disciple.

Ouyang Yi looked at Zhao Xin, his lips moved, as if to say that this is to return your kindness of not killing. One life is worth one life, and we will not owe each other in the future.

Zhao Xin naturally understood Ouyang Yi's meaning, shrugged his shoulders and gave a bitter smile.

The newly arranged recording disciple filled in the information for Zhao Xin and handed him a token engraved with No. 578, meaning that he began to calculate the score on the 578.

Back to Xu Qichen, Xu Qichen hurried forward to ask if he was hurt.

Just now he saw that Wu Han and his men rushed to Zhao Xin. He almost rushed to fight for his life.

Hearing this, Zhao Xin felt warm in his heart. I'm afraid this kind of care has exceeded his care for his disciples, just like a meticulous grandfather.

From his crossing to the nebula continent, he has never enjoyed the care of his elders, even in the last life, only the old man who picked him up. Looking at elder Xu, it seems that he saw the grandfather who died of fatigue in order to provide for his study.

In his heart, the old man is better than his own grandfather. He always regards the old man as his closest person.

But he was admitted to the University, took the notice to go home and found that the old man had left, even the opportunity of filial piety.

Thinking of this, my eyes are slightly moist.

Xu Qichen found Zhao Xin's anomaly and asked, "what's wrong with your eyes?"

"Nothing. Just rub the sand."

It was not until the stars dotted the sky of the night that the disciples who signed up for the contest left.

It's getting late today. We can only wait until tomorrow morning to start the competition.

In the post station opened by Huashan Xianzong of Xu Qichen's meeting, he has been secretly protecting him. Alsace left him to do something.

As for Da Lei, changqingzong is just like a third rate sect. It doesn't matter whether he takes part in the trial or not. On the contrary, there are still risks. He went back early, and Alsace also returned to Zhao Xin.

Half an hour later, the news that Wu Han was assassinated came out from Xianzong post station in Beiting.

There was a slight sound from the window. Sitting cross legged on the bed, Zhao Xin, who was improving his skill, opened his eyes and said, "are you back?"

There was one more person in the dark room.

"Back to the little Lord, when it's done, it won't be found on Huashan."

Zhao Xin nodded and then fell silent in the system.

But the Xianzong post station in Beiting is brightly lit.

A young disciple looked at the bed covered with rags and traces of rouge powder. The dead man was Wu Han. Next to him, there was a frightened expression lying on the bed with his legs open, apparently without breathing.

"Damn it, what's in Wu Han's head? Paste? It's time to have fun and die in a woman's stomach. " The young man cursed twice.

Soon the bodies of Wu Han and Zhang Qichao were burned. It's impossible to take them back. We can only take the ashes back to hand over.

Night, as always, as quiet as water.

In the early morning, Mancheng is very busy, because today is the most important play. It's people's expectation who will be the flower of Chi magic bow.

"Did you hear that? Last night, the number one rookie in the sun moon star Pavilion Zhen Haojian paid a lot of money and collected a lot of disciples' natural materials and local treasures. "

"Well, I know I didn't have the chance to sell it to him at a high price and get a favor. Why not?"

"It seems that nine times out of ten the winner of this fierce soldier is Zhen Haojian."

"It's harmless and beneficial to have a chance to get close to him and have a good relationship with him."

"It's said that there's a black horse out of Huashan. It's not easy to kill the record disciple in public, and the people from Huangjian City help him out."

"Cut, that fool, I've checked his background. A Mangfu has only a little strength and no brain. He just let the disciples of Huangjian city go. They want to pay back their kindness."

On the way to the West City, many monks whispered.

Zhao Xin and Xu Qichen are on their way to the destination.

When they arrived at the assembly site at the gate of the West City, there were a lot of people, and even a wooden auditorium had been built around them. Not only the registered disciples, but almost all the practitioners of Mancheng came to watch the contest.

After all, it's the eight fierce soldiers in ancient times. They all want to see which sect's genius will get the fierce soldiers.

When Zhao Xin just came to the gate of the city and saw the scene of a sea of people, the system prompt sound suddenly sounded in his mind.

Ding... Host triggered A-level task, won the first prize.

Mission reward: 700000 experience, 300000 psionic power, 500000 gold coins, one point against the sky, 3000 mission points, one level B defense gem... The rest to be determined

Task failure penalty: deduct the host level 3

Accept or not.

"The mission was triggered?"

Zhao Xin's heart, ideas move, decisively chose to accept.

Ding... Congratulations on the mission.

Mission begins!