Looking at the gate of Jiangling City not far away, Zhao Guang's eyes were dead.

"I probably haven't offended my brother much recently..." Zhao Guang murmured, "Except for delaying this time, I should have done nothing wrong, either..."

Li Ji looked at the trembling of the boy's shoulders, his dark eyes flashed slightly, and he spoke.

"You did nothing wrong."

Zhao Guang didn't expect that his second brother would actually talk to him on his own initiative. He was slightly shocked in despair and fear, and looked up at Li Ji's ever-calm eyes, with a slightly sour nose.

"But since I didn't offend him," he murmured, "Why did my brother want to kill me?"

Li Ji frowned under the bronze mask and said speechlessly, "It's just that you want to attend the first-level ceremony. It's not like sending a killer to kill you, what's the way you do?"

"Just attending the first-level ceremony?" Zhao Guang looked at the calm and gentle man in front of him in shock, and took a deep breath, "Second brother, have you seen the information I collected before?"

When will his second brother realize that not all practitioners in this world are like him, disregarding their lives and death in order to become stronger.

Not all the practitioners in the world are as good at fighting as he does.

Zhao Guang looked up at the cold gate of Jiangling City, as if he was looking at the entrance to hell.

Nanchu, the first-level ceremony.

As founded by Emperor Taizu, the Grand Secretary ordered Lin Shubai to be an initial and important part of the road to the ascending practice system of the Shanhai Continent.

Compared with wild growth and working behind closed doors, the initial rituals are often regarded as a shortcut to practice.

But in fact, there are no shortcuts in this world?

Zhao Guang laughed at himself.

The reason why the initial ritual can help practitioners quickly improve their ranks is that in addition to the top individuals and countries that can obtain a large number of practice resources, it is that it brings together a large number of practitioners, which means that it brings together all the battles that would have only happened in a small amount.

Although cruel, Zhao Guang has to admit that the fastest way to improve his combat ability is to fight.

A lot of battles.

Fight between masters.

During the Taiping period, it has to be said that the existence of the first-level ceremony solved the problem that young practitioners did not have the opportunity to discuss.

After all, this kind of centralized battle is definitely more efficient than traveling with a sword and encountering one fight on the road.

However, it was in a unified and peaceful era.

Zhao Guang's eyes were deep.

After Emperor Taizu and Dasiming passed away one after another, although the cultivation world did not abolish the primary ceremonies for its own development, it was no longer shocked by absolute power, and the primary ceremonies lost absolute order since then.

It has become a battlefield for cruel laws of nature.

"The information I have collected before is that in recent years, more and more people have died in the early ceremony." Zhao Guang looked at Li Ji Youyou and spoke.

The world of practice is now in a delicate, or precarious balance.

The first-level ceremony was held in Nanchu. As the strongest son of god and leader of the cultivation world, Ji Mo, the teacher of Nanchu, will maintain the order of the first-level ceremony on the surface.

But Zhao Guang vaguely felt from the information he collected that Donghuang Taiyi Ji Mo and Dasi Ming Lin Shubai were different.

That man may not believe in fairness, but only in power.

Now that the Seven Kingdoms are split, no one knows how long this situation of seven kingdoms will last on this once unified continent. Every country is secretly preparing to hoard power for its own country.

Since the death of Lin Shubai, the Southern Chu has always been the absolute winner of the first-level ceremony.

Then there are the Northern Wei and Eastern Wu.

A weak country is weaker, and a strong country is stronger, while the original overlord Former Qin suppresses it if it can be suppressed.

Of course, the victory of Nan Chu is also related to the fact that Nan Chu itself has the Jixia Academy and the emergence of outstanding talents.

However, the examiners of the early ceremonies have been turning a blind eye to various means that practitioners play in competition in recent years, and have even favored practitioners in the local area of ​​Nanchu.

The first-level ceremony is no longer the previous first-level ceremony.

Under the current chaos, the first-level ceremony is simply a dangerous Shura field for practitioners who have few tricks. If you don’t make it well, you will become a victim, and become a stepping stone and a ladder for others to advance.

Zhao Guang felt miserably that he...is probably the kind of victim.

"Second brother, you know, too," Zhao Guang looked at Li Ji and said helplessly, "I'm not good at fighting at all."

His promotion has been based on luck, elixirs and the support of his brother. Zhao Guang has a clear understanding of himself. He is cowardly by nature and is not a cause for battle.

Or be a spy who works as a detailed work suitable for him.

When a war begins, he must be the first person to escape.

What is it for throwing him into such a Shura field?

"I don't think your elder brother wants your life."

Zhao Guang originally thought Li Ji wanted to comfort him, but as soon as Li Ji spoke, he even hit people even more.

"Your life doesn't need to be so troublesome."

Li Ji looked at the silk book that had been thrown to the ground by Zhao Guang and said lightly, "After all, I have arranged people and new identities for you."

What does it mean not to be so troublesome... Zhao Guang was relieved by a head-on blow and looked at the silk book on the ground.

"Isn't your elder brother quite thoughtful?" Li Ji said expressionlessly, "I have prepared you a new identity as the son of the Grand Sima of the Eastern Wu."

Yes, considering that Zhao Guang was originally sensitive to his identity in Dongwu and could not participate in the preliminary ceremony, he specially made him someone else's son.

Sure enough, his father died, and the eldest brother could do whatever he wanted.

Zhao Guang sneered, "If that old man Tian Mao knew that I became his son, wouldn't he be angry to death?"

"Anyway, he has more than a dozen sons, not one more," Li Ji said lightly, "Your brother has arranged a good arrangement. It seems that the people who sent you the scene as written on it will arrive soon."

And they are almost separated.

Zhao Guang looked at Li Ji who was suddenly cold and solemn, his face was filled with fear of driving the ducks on the shelves. Although he knew it was impossible, he still looked at Li Ji with a pleading wish, "Second brother, can you..."

"I have my way to go," Li Ji looked at him quietly, "Zhao Guang, no matter how I say I can't accompany you to the preliminary ceremony."

I've been reluctant to go along the way before, but this time it's not.

There are many powerful people in the early stage ceremony, and many old monsters will accompany young people. It is still a problem if he is recognized. Li Ji does not want to make trouble and block his original path.

He has always followed his path of revenge.

Yes, Zhao Guang lowered his head dejectedly. Li Ji and him were no longer brothers in the family tree. This time it was the longest time they had been with each other.

Although Zhao Guang knew that with the help of Li Ji, he might have survived this early ceremony, he did not have enough reason to keep Li Ji.

"Take care," Li Ji looked at the brother whom he met by chance. He turned around and paused, but said.

"Save life first in everything."

Zhao Guang, who was bent down to pick up silk books on the ground, was stunned and heard the man who had turned around quietly say.

"We Dongwu are not short of these initial resources."

Dongwu is a place where high-level practitioners are everywhere, and it is also the venue for the mid-level ceremony.

Perhaps Zhao Guang's elder brother, the man with a heart of iron, just couldn't find a suitable low-level practitioner and thought of Zhao Guang, not trying to kill him.

"Your brother doesn't want you to die..."

"Second brother..." Li Ji's words were interrupted, and Zhao Guang's dazed voice suddenly came from behind.

"Brother maybe it's not that I want to die..." Zhao Guang pinched a strip of cloth in the mezzanine of the silk book and spoke blankly.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Ji felt something wrong with Zhao Guang's voice, but saw Zhao Guang looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Second brother, there is a message in this letter."

If Zhao Guang hadn't looked carefully, he would have almost not noticed it.

"The letter mentioned a rumor that has recently emerged in the North," Zhao Guang stared into Li Ji's eyes in his mask, "but I don't know if I want to tell you."

Li Ji looked at Zhao Guang's eyes and his pupils shrank slightly.

"explain."

"That rumor is..."

Zhao Guang pinched the secret message in his hand, took a deep breath, and looked at Li Ji and said.

"Shao Siming is resurrected."

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Chapter completed!