"Qingyang is my safe haven in the vast road. I may not care about anything else, but I will not turn a blind eye to my hometown."

After saying that, Qiao Yuan finally took a look at Qingyang Town far below and closed his eyes.

He sat quietly cross-legged on the huge rock on the top of the mountain.

Standing on the top of the highest mountain, like an immortal who has left the mortal world and is out of reach.

Thousands of troubles seem to disappear and disappear here.

There are no noisy crowds, and there are no more intrigue among monks.

However, the situation below is not as calm as above.

The wind is rising and the clouds are turbulent.

A battle between dragons and tigers will be staged in Qingyang Town.

A crucial competition.

It involves nearly a thousand young monks and even a duel that affects the future lifeline of Qingyang Town.

There is an absolute difference in number.

The number of places is the gap between heaven and earth.

Vice President Ji, Hua Hong, and even all the spiritual masters of Qingyang Academy have almost sentenced this Qingyang Gate to death in their hearts.

This is very reasonable. They clearly understand the quality of the monks in Yongtie City.

In recent years, they have made great achievements in the academy in Xiding County.

This is why Yongticheng can get so many promotion places.

Although judging from the results of yesterday's basic three tests, the students of Qingyang this year are also very strong.

But there is still a big gap compared to Yongtiecheng.

The most important thing is the form of this election.

Unlike the previous qualifying matches, they all fight for their own battles.

In this competition for freedom in Qingyang, someone will inevitably choose to move forward together.

At that time, the individual gap between Qingyang monks and Yongticheng monks will be further widened.

Even if Ji Kevin, Shi Xiuxian and others are excellent, what's the use?

When you encounter two or three monks as powerful as you are besieging you, you can break through again.

Two fists cannot match four hands, and random fists kill the master.

There are 143 promotion quotas, which are said to be given to Qingyang 9.

But if no one can squeeze in, then Yongticheng will occupy all the places.

The three big characters Yongticheng are like a black shadow, covering most of the Qingyang Gate.

And that biggest variable is not in Qingyang Town at this moment;

Time flies, and soon, 4 days pass.

Qiao Yuan on the mountain did not look for Li Lei, Tang Zhongkai and others.

He has been alone, quietly sitting on the top of the mountain.

Above his head was the vast and deep space, and his hands were scattered on his crossed thighs.

Qiao Yuan closed his eyes tightly, and sat on the huge rock as peaceful as a rock.

Looking closely, even his chest was motionless, as if he was not breathing.

He has been in this state for four days.

But it does not seem to be lifeless.

From the beginning to now, there has been something with a strange light that flows under the surface of Qiao Yuan's skin.

This scene is strange and mysterious.

From day to night.

From the bright sunshine during the day to the cold wind at night invading the muscles.

Qiao Yuan remained motionless, as if he had completely cut off the external sensing.

On this mountain top with thin air and extremely low temperatures.

He is making final preparations.

He maintained this state until the day of election.

In that distant horizon and under the dark night that has not yet disappeared, circles faintly facing the dizzy, quietly appearing on the horizon bit by bit.

The dizziness is becoming more and more prominent, foretelling the rising sun slowly.

When the first ray of the rising sun broke through the shackles of darkness and shone on Qiao Yuan on the top of the mountain.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Staring at the sky, the dazzling light radiant Chu Yang, he whispered:

"The hour of Yin has arrived..."

Immediately, all those participating in the election must gather outside the south gate of Qingyang.

"After all, I haven't reached the next level yet, I'm still too impatient."

Qiao Yuan lowered his head, looked at his hands, flipped back and forth, clenched his fists, and said to himself.

For the past four days, he has been trying to break through to the next level.

But it seems to have failed.

“Is this road right?”

After Qiao Yuan finished speaking, he stopped talking and began to think again.

Suddenly, a huge fluctuation came from his chest, and a strange light also lit up at that position.

A terrifying aura came from his body, as if something shocking would happen in the next moment.

But in fact, the strange light only lit up between his chest and disappeared.

"Today is not the time to test that road, there are more important things to do."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Yuan's figure disappeared.

On the top of the mountain, only that huge rock stands here.

It seems that no one or anything has ever been there.

The next moment, outside the south gate of Qingyang Town, which was already crowded, a well-proportioned back suddenly appeared.

That person is Qiao Yuan.

Standing opposite him was the hugely powerful man from Yongtie City.

Unfamiliar faces and gorgeously dressed figures.

Without anyone else telling me, Qiao Yuan suddenly recognized them as monks in Yongtie City.

Is it because of something else?

The unconcealed arrogance on their faces had already clearly fallen into the eyes of every Qingyang Gate.

Without even listening to them, just look at Qingyang Town next to them with a very disgusting look.

The Qingyang student read that this was a group of arrogant and arrogant monks.

Qiao Yuan, who was so angry that he treated his hometown with such a look and posture, felt a little angry in his heart.

He sneered, glanced at the people from Yongticheng, and whispered in the distance:

"Young monks in Yongtie City... are you ready to die?"
Chapter completed!