"I have found out that many elites from all over the country who participated in the trial this time have sent people to contact them in advance. This time, I want to have the sword revenge on the poster of Netherworld Sand! Even if I don't take her life, I will let her go.
The cultivation level is gone and the future is destroyed. Hahahaha..." Tang Junhou was so murderous and laughed out loud.
During every Wuji Trial, although the participants were told not to be publicized everywhere, they were not strictly confidential. With the power of the Tang family, it was not too difficult to inquire about this matter, and it was not difficult to win over these people.
You should know that most people who participate in the trial cannot pass, and they will eventually stay in the Tianji Continent. For the sake of the future, they will naturally not refuse the encirclement of the young master of the Tang family.
Tang Xiyi couldn't help but look at Tang Junhou more, and then he realized that he had always underestimated the young master. Although he pretended to be strangers and was not good at doing his job, he was not worse than anyone else when he was scheming.
I feel sorry for myself for being kept in the dark and I am still worried about him, but I don’t know that he had won over a group of helpers early on, so why did he need to worry about it?
Of course, what's even more pitiful is Gu Fenghua. I'm afraid she would never have thought that she had been plotted by Tang Junhou before the trial began. This trial was a road to no return for her.
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Amid Tang Junhou's laughter, the carriage galloped away all the way. In the countries and major temples of the mainland, there were also many young elites who were related to Gu Fenghua who were rushing to the same destination.
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Worried that he would miss the time, Gu Fenghua and his friends slept all the way, but arrived at Mingsha Ancient City three days earlier than the limited month.
The ancient city wall has been eroded by wind and rain, and has long been riddled with holes. From a distance, it is no different from the common sand dunes in the Gobi Desert. If it weren't for a flagpole made of fine iron rising upright, the flag above fluttering in the wind, and the letter "
Gu Fenghua really couldn't believe the three big words "Mingsha City". This is Mingsha City.
An old city wall collapsed from it, revealing a large hole that was incomplete. It was probably the previous city gate. A group of people lined up to enter the city through the city gate.
These people are both men and women. Although they are all wearing robes of holy masters, their styles are slightly different. They should be elite saints from different countries in the mainland.
A middle-aged man in a white robe stood on the side of the city gate, looking at several subordinates behind their backs to check their trial tokens. This man was about 45 or 46 years old, although he was not very old,
But he had a sense of awe-inspiring arrogance that seemed to come from his bloodline, and a sense of majesty that he was in power.
Although the elites from all over the world came to participate in the trial were all elites, they all had a sense of awe of the Wuji Shengtian from the bottom of their hearts, and everyone was lined up honestly and dared not to have too many.
I said a little nonsense, for fear of displeasing the middle-aged man.
Gu Fenghua and his friends were also lined up behind the line and moved forward.
"Are you Yang Anwen?" At this time, a young man took a token, looked through it a few times, and then looked at the bearded man in front of him. He was about to let him go, but the middle-aged man suddenly said.
"Report to the Lord, it's Yang Anwen." The bearded and calm answered.
"Do you think that as long as you grow this big beard, I can't tell it?" the middle-aged man smiled coldly.
"I don't know what the adults are saying?" Beard looked at the other person in confusion, but there was a look of panic in his eyes.