Zhuan Yang opened his eyes and observed the halo around him.

The ring of thirty-six colors intertwined with brilliance is just like a layer of the Heavenly Gang Realm, simulating the scene of the ancient heaven. In this Gang Realm, there is a Haotian Gang Jin that governs the avenue. With this Gang Jin, Zhuanyang can restrain the thirty-six

Warrior within attributes.

With a thought, the Hun Tiangang Realm rotates, and the Haotian Gang Jin automatically disintegrates into seventy-two sword lights.

"Tianlong Sword Formation."

Seventy-two sword lights turned into dragons flying in the Gang Realm, setting up a massive formation on their own.

After practicing for a while, Zhuanyang closed the Gangjie.

He was still standing at the door of the Temple of War, and a waiter came forward beside him: "Congratulations on your breakthrough to the Tiangang Realm. This is your token. If you want to start the trial, take the token and go to the battle platform."

After saying that, the waiter glanced not far away and whispered: "If nothing happens, leave quickly and don't stay."

Zhuan Yang also noticed the gazes around the square.

When the waiter returned to the Temple of War, many servants and people in charge of dressing up rushed over.

"Little brother, which world are you from? Do you have any teachers? Our Yuyang Sect is a famous kendo sect. Are you interested?"

"Don't listen to him, come to our Yanshan sect. The head of my family is from the same clan as the Xiao family of Wushan County. Do the aristocratic families know? The Dakun Dynasty is made up of aristocratic families. It will be good for you to come to our sect."

"Are you married? My third young lady is in her prime..."

Listening to the buzzing words of the crowd, Zhuan Yang moved his body, slipped away from the crowd, and returned to the carriage.

Xiao Mujue was sitting in the car, seeing his embarrassed state of running away, and asked playfully: "How does it feel to catch your son-in-law?"

"It's not that good." Zhuan Yang looked out through the window. After those people escaped, they set their sights on another ascended warrior.

"Is the Temple of War so lively now?"

"His Majesty the God Emperor has lifted the ban on the Temple of War and expanded the number of martial saints in the Temple of War. Naturally, the major families will also change their strategies."

"So, they chose to absorb warriors from the lower realm?"

Every ascended warrior will be attracted by aristocratic families. Accepting disciples, marrying, and so on.

Xiao Muju opened the curtain, and before the newly promoted newcomer could speak, he was picked up by a group of servants and taken away.

She said softly: "Eight years ago, the family suffered great losses."

Although Zhuan Yang and Xiao Mujuan experienced the battle of Longyin County personally, they did not understand the inside story at the time. It was not until the white silk ribbons of the major families were hung for three months and the coffins were sent to their ancestral lands one by one that they suddenly realized it.

In that brawl, how cruel was the Kunwu family's attack?

Therefore, at present, all the major families, like the God Emperor, are setting their sights on the Eight Hundred Heavens. They focus on absorbing warriors from the Eight Hundred Heavens to strengthen their families.

Zhuan Yang: "This is also your Majesty's purpose, right? In addition to the territories of our aristocratic family and the royal family, one-third of the eight hundred heavens are the free world. Your Majesty encourages the aristocratic families to replenish their blood this time, and also hopes to drive the aristocratic families to these

Not willing to conquer the world."

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong and looked up at Xiao Muyu. She stared at him with a surprised look.

Zhuan Yang felt quite uncomfortable and twisted his body: "Why, am I wrong?"

"Yes, I just didn't expect you to think so deeply."

"It's not me, it's Kun Hao. He discussed the situation in Dakun with the teacher in the political science class, and mentioned the result of the battle between the God Emperor. In this battle, the Kunwu clan won brilliantly."

"And he predicted that the next target of the God Emperor should be the Nine Realms of Miluo."

Xiao Muyu did not say a word. She and Zhuan Yang are both descendants of aristocratic families. However, the interests of the aristocratic family are not consistent with the interests of the Kunwu family, and their attitudes towards the growth of the Kunwu family are also different.

"Okay. Don't think about this... You are still young, and adults will naturally intervene in your family's affairs. Before you become an adult, you should live a carefree youth."

Xiao Muju gently rubbed his prickly head.

"You got the token, right? Go back and shed your blood to recognize the master, and go to the fighting platform to fight Tiangang warriors from all over the world."

According to the custom of the Temple of War: Tiangang newcomers will go through a hundred-person challenge.

If a new warrior can win 100 games in a row, he can choose the Martial Saint Heritage or the top magic weapon.

Playing with the token, Zhuan Yang asked curiously: "What was my sister's score back then?"

"I didn't win much, I only won 60 games in a row. My sister is better than me, she won 88 games in a row."

At the door, Jiang Ling's eyelids twitched and his mouth widened.

Sixty games is still a few games? Do you know what the winning rate is for an average newcomer? It is two to three games. If you can win ten games in a row, you will be rewarded by the God of War.

At this time, Zhuan Yang emerged from inside: "Lingguang, how many games have you won in the past?"

The man blushed, looked at Zhuan Yang, and decisively changed the subject: "Master, without further ado, I will take you to the fighting platform."

Zhuan Yang stared at Ling Guang. Although he was nervous and had low emotional intelligence, he had been with Peng Yu for several years and had learned a little about human affairs, so he did not continue to ask.

He looked at Jiang Ling sympathetically: Yes, he came up from a small world, and he definitely couldn't beat the masters of Dakun. He should have been beaten miserably at the beginning, and he could only win twenty or thirty games, right?

The carriage soon arrived at the fighting platform.

This is a vast martial arts field, with three thousand high platforms rising from the ground. On each high platform, there are warriors fighting.

Zhuan Yang came down and remembered something when he was preparing to go on stage.

"Jiang Ling, don't tell your family about my breakthrough. Wait until I win the title of 'Amazing Talent'."

Amazing talent?

Xiao Muju raised her forehead and said, "Silly brother, although I don't want to hit you. But you should know that winning ten games in a row is very different from winning a hundred games in a row."

"After fifty games, the opponents you encounter will not lower their cultivation level. At that time, the enemies you encounter will be Tiangang Tier 7 and Tiangang Tier 8 warriors."

When she won the 60th game, she fought against an eighth-level powerhouse. Although she won in the end, she was not in the mood to continue the fight and gave up decisively.

"In the eightieth round, we will face ten Tiangang ninth-level warriors. In the ninetieth round, although the opponents have dropped back to Tiangang first level, their opponents have actually been upgraded to the control of masters of magical powers. As for the hundredth round,

The enemy..."

Xiao Mujuan said solemnly: "In the past three hundred years, no one has completed the hundred-man challenge. According to legend, this battle is related to the Martial Saint."

"So what?" Zhuan Yang was full of confidence: "Martial Saint's suppression of cultivation may not be better than mine at Tiangang level one."

With the Tianwu True Body and the Hun Tiangang Realm, as long as you are a warrior, there is nothing I can't win.

Seeing how confident he was, Xiao Muju thought to herself: Well, with this confidence, even if he doesn't win in the end, he should be fine in the dozens of games ahead.

Jiang Ling originally wanted to persuade him, but then he thought: The eldest son fought until eighty-five games, and the second son fought until eighty-eight games. As long as the young master is no worse than the two elder brothers, it will be fine.

The two watched Zhuan Yang take the stage.

When the token activates the fighting platform, the hundred-story high platform suddenly falls to the ground.

A mechanical voice sounded from the fighting platform: "Each victory will increase one level. You will get a reward every ten levels. The final reward is the inheritance of the Martial Saint or the top magic weapon."

Zhuan Yang walked up and soon an opponent appeared on the fighting platform.

That opponent was not a real person, but a battle record left on the fighting platform by a Tiangang warrior.

The projection solidified and turned into a middle-aged man, with blazing fire coming from his body.

"It's my first time to go into battle. I don't need to show all my power. I also use Fire Gang." Haotian Gang Jin changed, transforming one percent of Gang Qi into Xuanhuo Gang Qi, and activated a set of "Fire Palms" to fight with the projection.

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After seven moves, the opponent is defeated.

Soon, a second opponent appeared.

Xiao Mujuan and Jiang Ling stood watching on the side, looking confused.

"The fighting stage has been revised? Why is it a projection?"

"Yes, shouldn't it be a real person?"

"Real people? The two brothers should be old people who participated eight years ago, right?" A passing Tiangang warrior sympathized: "Eight years ago, the God Emperor ordered a revision to weaken the difficulty of the first twenty levels and make the real person battle

Changed to projection battle. We will never encounter the previous sad experience of newcomers coming on stage and being instantly killed by masters."

"There are no real people anymore?" Jiang Ling lost his voice: "Did you change the random opponent in the newcomer battle?"

"It's changed. Now it's all projection battles. In the first ten Tiangang levels, most warriors can get a reward and choose a Tiangang martial arts book. This is His Majesty's benefit to the warriors in the lower realm."

The passerby looked in admiration. Obviously, although the God Emperor's reform of the War Temple caused dissatisfaction among a group of old people, it was indeed a blessing to the warriors in the lower realm and gained great popularity for the God Emperor.

After saying that, he turned and left.

Jiang Ling lost his mind and murmured: "Revised? Why do you want to change the version now... Then I did..."

Xiao Muyu tried to think back and asked in a low voice: "Back then, when the third prince broke through the Tiangang Realm and participated in the Newcomer War, he fought against a warrior from the lower realm - that person seemed to have a surname of Jiang."

Seeing Jiang Ling's sad expression, Xiao Muyu fell silent.

What a tragedy. After ascending from the lower world, I should have been high-spirited and challenged the heroes. But I met the Third Prince in the first battle. That was a winning streak of ninety-seven games, currently the highest record in a century.

The reason why Xiao Mujuan remembered that the unlucky guy was named Jiang was because Tiangong later spread an interview record with the third prince.

"Which opponent left the deepest impression on Gu? In fact, Gu entered a state of enlightenment in the later stages, and his mind was united, so he didn't remember a few opponents. The only one he remembered was probably the one in the first game? His cultivation level was pretty good, and he was better than many of his opponents later.

He is so strong that he was able to withstand three moves before being defeated."

"What's his name? I don't remember this guy. But his surname seems to be Jiang? He's quite stubborn. Even when I asked him to admit defeat, he still refused..."
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