There was a commotion in the crowd, and the schoolchildren at the top of the order came out one after another, and soon a team of more than 300 people gathered on the east side of the square.
The difference from yesterday is that these children have taken off their cyan robes, revealing various styles of armor underneath.
There are those wearing fish scale armor, they are students from Yuezhou. Yuezhou is to the south of Qingzhou, and to the east is the endless sea, rich in all kinds of sea creatures.
There are people wearing monster animal skins, which is a characteristic of Xiangzhou and Chongzhou. One of these two states is in the south, bordering the vast Southern Wilderness; the other is in the west, close to the Million Mountains, both of which are places where monsters flourish.
There are also those who wrap themselves front and back with sand scorpion shells, which is exactly the style of Shazhou people. Among the 300 people in the team, only a few people were dressed in this unique way, which made them even more wild and unique.
Yang Zhen also saw Zhao Lian in the crowd. He was wearing a dark black armor and holding a shining silver sword. He seemed to have a somewhat heroic spirit.
These students were dressed in armor and holding sharp blades. They all looked high-spirited and murderous.
Deputy Hall Master Qin had a smile on his face and nodded with satisfaction.
With a command, the group of schoolchildren walked towards the main hall.
Afterwards, the hundreds of white-clothed disciples also entered one after another.
There were six to seven hundred people missing from the square, and it suddenly became much emptier. Some of the people who stayed behind were whispering, while more were sitting cross-legged and meditating in their respective positions.
Time passed little by little.
About half an hour later, only three or three people came out. After a while, more and more people came out of the hall.
Many of the people who came out were pale and tired, and some even covered their arms and heads, looking like they were still frightened.
Zhao Lian was also among this group of people. He was carrying a piece of tattered armor in his left hand, and the sword in his right hand had also lost its luster.
These two magic weapons are belonging to the clan, specially given to these children who participated in the selection. But it’s just a temporary loan and will eventually be returned.
Of course, if it is damaged during the game, no compensation will be required.
Not only Zhao Lian, but also Huang Bo and Lu Li. On the other hand, for Zhao Yue'er, Zhao Ying and Yang Zhen, the magical weapons were carefully selected by the elders in the family and were more suitable for them.
Zhao Lian looked very unhappy, his eyes were straight, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"He must have failed the exam." Yang Zhen speculated in her mind.
However, he did not gloat at all, but became nervous.
Two quarters of an hour later, Dai Miaoying also came out.
The little girl pursed her lips, looking very aggrieved.
When she came to Zhao Yue'er, she hugged her good friend and cried so hard:
"It hurts me so much, my arm almost broke! Wuwu..."
The little girl flicked her forehead hard, and her crying stopped suddenly.
Immediately, he cried even harder: "Smelly Yue'er, I'm already in such a miserable state, and you still bully me. I'm so pitiful! Wow..."
The little girl was angry and funny, so she pushed her and said, "Tell me, which level did you reach and how many points did you get?"
Dai Miaoying choked and said: "188 points, reaching the fifth level. There are still five wolves that have not been killed. They bit me on the arm. It hurts!"
She rolled up her sleeves, revealing a jade arm that bullied Shuang Saixue: "Yue'er, look, the tooth marks are still there! There was a lot of blood!"
I saw a row of black spots on both sides of her left arm, like scars left after being punctured by a sharp weapon.
"Does it still hurt now?" The little girl touched the wound and asked softly.
"A big sister treated me and it no longer hurts. It hurt so much just now!"
Her mouth dropped and she was about to cry again.
"Okay, okay," the little girl couldn't stand it anymore and pushed her away: "I want to meditate and adjust my breath, you can go and play while you do it!"
"Smelly Yue'er!" Dai Miaoying stood up angrily: "You don't even comfort me, I, I won't play with you anymore!"
After saying that, he left angrily.
Zhao Yue'er didn't care about her good friend's departure. She frowned slightly and looked solemn.
After a while, she turned around and said to Yang Zhen:
"Brother Shitou, if it's too dangerous, don't hold on!"
"It doesn't matter even if we return to our family to practice. Although our Zhao family is not a wealthy family, we can still guarantee basic training resources."
"I don't want you to go to the sect and tell me stories! I will go home often in the future. You can save these stories and tell them to me together..."
"You can also write to me, I like to read..."
She rambled on, as if Yang Zhen was not going to participate in the selection, but was going to the battlefield.
Yang Zhen held her little hand and smiled: "Don't worry! I know it well!"
"The same goes for you. With your strength, just perform normally. Don't force yourself."
…
An hour later, it was finally Zhao Yue'er's turn, and a quarter of an hour later, it was Yang Zhen's turn too.
Yang Zhen came to the lobby of the palace as yesterday, where there were forty or fifty people waiting for their number to be called. Zhao Yue'er had already entered.
People come in and out more frequently here. However, almost everyone who came out was in trouble, and some could not even walk. They were carried by the senior brothers in white and sent to the open space on one side of the lobby, where another group of disciples continued to treat them.
There were cries, moans, curses, and shouts.
Many of the students waiting had uneasy expressions on their faces, and some were even trembling.
Yang Zhen's heart moved. The sect must have done this on purpose, perhaps to train the courage of these young people.
If there are really people who are too scared to play, that will just eliminate the problem.
He breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and ignored the crying and wailing.
Not long after, I heard someone shouting: "Number 1111, come in!"
Yang Zhen stood up and walked towards the back room.
Soon, we came to the white space that was five feet long and wide from yesterday.
Still the dull voice: "No. 1111, do you carry any extra magic weapons outside the storage bag?"
"No!" Yang Zhen replied loudly.
The voice seemed to be deaf to his answer and continued: "The first level is limited to fifty breaths. Every time the time is shortened by ten breaths, one point will be added, otherwise, one point will be deducted! The time within three breaths is not counted."
"Killing the monster, the reward is five points. The reward for clearing the level is none."
"After clearing the level, there is a rest period. You can stop the rest at any time, and the remaining time can be accumulated and used."
"You can apply for extended rest time, up to a quarter of an hour, and ten points will be deducted."
"After passing the customs, you can change the magic weapon and take the Qi Restoration Pill. Ten points will be deducted for each item."
"The above are all deducted from the points obtained later. If the points are insufficient, no additional points will be added."
"..."
"Number one thousand one hundred and eleven, do you understand?"
"Understood!" Yang Zhen replied loudly.
The voice was silent for a moment, and then said: "Very good, the first level will begin soon!"
