Long Haochen used the green bamboo stick to pull Cai'er back to where he was sitting just now, and asked Lin Xin to give up a seat to the side and arrange Cai'er next to him.
Lin Xin was feeling better, after all, he had not known Long Haochen for a long time. But Li Xin looked surprised, "Brother, who is this?"
Long Haochen's face turned red and he said, "This is Cai'er, sister, she is my friend."
Li Xin looked at him, then at Cai'er, with a strange smile on her face, "Hey, she's your little girlfriend, right? Miss Cai'er, hello, my name is Li Xin. I am Haochen's sworn sister."
"Hello." Cai'er said softly, but she only said these two words and remained silent.
Long Haochen whispered in her ear: "Cai'er, are you here to participate in the competition too?"
"Yeah." Cai'er nodded slightly.
Long Haochen couldn't help but said: "Why have I never heard you say that before?"
Cai'er said: "You never asked me why I came to the Holy City."
Long Haochen scratched his head, as if he had never asked.
Li Xin said: "Miss Cai'er, seeing that you are covered in black gauze, you should be from the Assassin's Temple, right?"
Cai'er nodded gently.
Lin Xin on the side was full of surprise, blind assassin? But he had been in society for a long time, so naturally he would not offend others. Although he was surprised, he did not ask any questions.
On the second floor of the meeting hall, several people wearing black clothes and veils were standing there looking down. It could be seen from their gray hair that they were very young.
"Is that that kid? How did he know the Saint?" An old man in black couldn't help but ask.
"I don't know. According to our investigation, it seems that the saint has never known such a person before."
"Don't you know? You can hurt Old Man Yang's grandson in the Knights Temple for him even if you don't know him? Is this how you people from the Eagle Hall investigate?"
"Ying Lao, don't be angry. You also know the saint's temper and her perception. She never likes to be followed by us."
"Hmph." The old man in black standing in the center is the deputy master of the Assassin Temple, the knight-errant master Ying Sui Feng. No matter how he looked at him, he felt that Long Haochen was very unpleasant. He actually dared to abduct the Saint of Reincarnation. It was Han Qian's fault.
That old guy even came to me to ask for punishment. It should be me who went to ask for help. The people from the Knights Temple even kidnapped Cai'er.
The more Ying Suifeng thought about it, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but reveal a sharp murderous aura.
Long Haochen, who was chatting with Cai'er in a low voice below, felt a chill all over his body, as if his blood was about to solidify. A layer of intense golden light suddenly burst out from his body. The golden light did not spread outwards, but was extremely condensed.
Above Long Haochen's head, it vaguely condensed into the shape of a golden giant sword.
"Huh?" Ying Suifeng whispered in surprise, "Fifth level? Isn't it fourth level? Eagle, how did you investigate?"
"It's the fourth level, right?" The old man standing next to him had doubts in his eyes, "Unless, unless he just broke through in the past few days."
"Ying Suifeng, what are you going to do, old man?" an angry voice sounded. The next moment, Han Qian appeared in front of Ying Suifeng. With a wave of his right hand, a golden light shield enveloped the two of them.
Inside, it is isolated from all exploration of the outside world.
Ying Suifeng was also in a very bad mood at this time, "What am I doing? What do you think I am doing? That little brat in your Knights Temple is going to kidnap our... and kidnap Cai'er." He almost said it.
The word saint comes from the word.
Han Qian snorted angrily, "What does abduction mean? You and I agree, okay? Free love, do you understand?"
Ying Suifeng roared without showing any signs of weakness: "Free love is nothing. Our Cai'er is only fourteen years old, and Long Haochen is clearly an old cow eating young grass."
Han Qian was furious, "Fuck you, you are an old cow eating young grass. Our Haochen is only fourteen years old this year, at most a few months older than her."
"Eh? You're only fourteen years old!" Ying Suifeng showed a faint smile in his eyes, "A fourteen-year-old fifth-level knight, this is really appalling."
Han Qian really wanted to slap himself. He came here because of Ying Suifeng's sudden murderous intention towards Long Haochen. Yang Wenzhao was injured by someone from the Assassin Temple, which had already made the top brass of the Knight Temple extremely dissatisfied. If Long Haochen
If Chen, the rising star, had another problem, I'm afraid the good relationship between the two temples over the years would really be shaken. But I didn't expect that Ying Suifeng would accidentally let it slip when he was irritated.
"I made a mistake, I was twenty-four years old." Han Qian immediately calmed down, calmed down his anger, and said calmly.
Ying Suifeng walked forward, laughed, and patted his shoulder, "Yes, he is twenty-four years old. I understand, I understand. What is our relationship if it comes from your mouth and enters my ears? I will definitely do it for you."
You kept it a secret. Just like you will keep it a secret for us, doesn't this strengthen the close connection between our two major temples?"
At this time, Han Qian was really dumb and couldn't express his pain. He looked at Ying Suifeng with a gloomy look and snorted heavily.
"What are you two old guys doing here, doing something shameful?" At this moment, an old voice sounded.
It was an old man wearing a dark golden magic robe, looking at the two people inside the golden light shield with confusion.
Han Qian raised his hand and dispersed the isolated light, "It's nothing. Ying Suifeng has a convulsion. I'll take care of him."
Ying Suifeng had just taken advantage of him and was in a very good mood, "Yes, I had a seizure just now, but I'm fine now. Old Lintou, the group lottery is about to begin. I heard that your kid is also entering.
It’s the finals.”
The old magician's expression changed, "Humph, don't mention that little bastard to me, I'll get angry if you mention it."
Ying Suifeng laughed and said: "Okay, you. In fact, you are very proud of yourself. It is said that your grandson's attainments in potions are admired by a certain powerful person in your temple."
The old magician glared at him and said: "That little bastard is really good at potions, but I don't know that he picked the wrong string and insisted on joining the demon hunting group."
Han Qian said: "That's much better than that kid from my family. He's extremely arrogant, but he didn't even pass the preliminary round."
"Oh? Didn't that boy Han Yu break through to the fifth level? Why didn't he pass the preliminary round?" The old magician looked curious, but the teasing expression on his face was not concealed at all.
"Lin Chen, you old guy just gloat about your misfortune. Humph." Han Qian looked unhappy.
Lin Chen laughed and said: "How can this be gloating? I thought only the little bastard from my family was embarrassed, but it turns out that the one from your family was also embarrassed. This made me feel balanced. At least my family has made it to the finals.
"
"You..." Han Qian glared at Lin Chen.
"What are you doing? You want to fight! Come on! I've just recently figured out how to use a ninth-level forbidden spell. Although it's not complete yet, I can try it on you." Lin Chen was not afraid at all.
"Okay, don't act like a cockfight whenever you two meet. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?" A soft female voice sounded. A middle-aged woman wearing a white robe slowly walked over.
Her long golden hair is spread behind her back, and the white robes are all embroidered with golden high-elven inscriptions. Although she is quite old, her beautiful face still retains her charm.
Seeing her, Han Qian and Lin Chen were obviously stunned. They each snorted but stopped talking.
Ying Suifeng smiled slightly, nodded to the white-robed woman, and said, "Hello, Cardinal Ruoshui."
If anyone hears his title, they will be surprised. This white-robed woman who looks to be no more than forty years old is actually the cardinal of the Priest Temple. That is an eighth-level powerhouse! And look at Han Qian and Lin Chen.
It was obvious that he was giving her face.
Ruoshui smiled and nodded, saying: "Hello, Master of the Shadow Palace."
Sighing softly, she continued: "I just heard you talking about the situation in the preliminary round. A little monster also appeared in our priest temple."
"Oh?" The eyes of the other three people fell on her in unison.
The six major temples have a certain competitive relationship with each other. The finals of the Demon Hunting Group Trials are one of the means of competition. Therefore, they will not inform each other about the preliminary results. Seeing Ruo Shui with a headache at this time, they naturally
They are all a little curious.
Ruoshui sighed softly and said: "I'm afraid we have to change some rules in the next preliminary round." As she spoke, her eyes naturally fell on a certain bald man below.
In the meeting hall, the golden light that appeared on Long Haochen's body attracted the attention of many contestants. However, the murderous aura disappeared just as quickly as it came. Long Haochen quickly returned to normal. However, he was still sweating profusely behind his back.
Cai'er's eyes moved slightly. Just when Long Haochen felt the strong murderous intention, her left hand had been raised. When the murderous intention disappeared, her hand quietly lowered it.
"What's going on?" Li Xin asked doubtfully.
Long Haochen shook his head and said: "I don't know either. Just now I felt like someone was targeting me and had a strong murderous intention."
Lin Xin said with an indifferent expression: "It's okay, someone just wants to test you. Did you see that? On the second floor, the six major temples will send high-level officials to watch the lottery ceremony. It must be one of them who has nothing to do.
I've done it. This is our alliance's ruling government, who dares to cause trouble here?"
At this moment, an old man wearing light golden clothing walked onto the central platform of the meeting hall.
The old man has a tall figure, and feels even stronger than a certain bald man. His short gray hair stands on end like steel needles. His age has not slackened his body at all, and the muscles under his strong clothes are like granite. That light
The golden uniform was embroidered with eight silver dragons. His eyes were even more powerful. As soon as he appeared, the invisible pressure naturally silenced the whole place.
"Everyone has arrived, and the grouping ceremony begins now. The numbers of all contestants remain the same as those in the preliminary round. I guess your teacher has told you the final method, so I won't go into details. Now let's start drawing lots. Each group of ten people will draw lots.
After that, you go directly to the trial field for the first round of competition."
