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The five words of Jiuzhou ancient battlefield are like magical powers, so that the old four who had been "grievances" earlier quieted down.

The ancient battlefield is unfamiliar to most of the warriors on the continent of Qingzhou.

But for the three core disciples, it is a sacred and awesome existence.

Only because of the entire continent, there are very few people who can enter the ancient battlefield.

But those who entered the ancient battlefield and were able to return smoothly eventually turned into famous people on the mainland.

Some of the lucky ones, because they have accumulated enough merits in the ancient battlefield, became a **** in the ancient battlefield and became a god.

But those are all words, to enter the ancient battlefield, then you must have that qualification, you must first win the victory of the sect.

In the past few sessions, only the best disciples who have obtained the sects than the top three can enter the ancient battlefield. This time, the top ten can participate, which is undoubtedly a great good news.

The sect is a grand event. Every two years, according to the regulations, only disciples who have joined the martial arts for 50 years can participate. If they have won the top three of the big ratio, they will not be allowed to participate again next time.

Among the six disciples who have no brains to teach, plus the newly added little emperor, a total of three have joined the sect for less than 50 years.

Among them, the four emperors of Xiaodiyi participated once, but in the first ten trials, they lost to Xuefeng. As for the five emperors of Xiaodi, they have never participated in the contest because of their bodies.

"Master, this year, after taking the medicinal herbs refining thousands of pharmacists, I am better. I want to participate this year."

Among the disciples, the youngest surviving Xiaowu suddenly said.

These disciples who have no knowledge of the world have different shapes, but they all have their own strengths.

Most of them were accepted as disciples because they were talented, but there were two exceptions.

One is Qin Xiaochuan, who is known as the fourth, and the other is Xiaowu Dance.

Qin Xiaochuan's life twists and turns, he is the endless teacher who sent a group of disciples into the ancient battlefield, the orphans on the battlefield, the world is unknown.

As for the Xiaowu Dance, she is a belly-lover of a younger brother who has nowhere to teach.

Her parents died unexpectedly because of a martial mission, and her mother gave birth to a dance at the time of danger.

The man is saved, but the Dantian who can dance is affected. It can only condense half of the power of the other people. Therefore, the cultivation of the dance is also the weakest among the disciples, even the little emperor who has just joined. Not comparable, let alone participate in the sect.

Several other brothers and sisters, in order not to let the dance sorrow, never mention this in front of her.

Unexpectedly, this time, the introverted dance will take the initiative to ask for help.

"The teacher also has this plan, Xiaowu, your Dantian is different from ordinary people, you can only use the inner demon level of the internal refining medicine to completely cure. However, the demon family has been extinct for many years. Now the only place that can hunter is only In the past, only the first three of Dabie could enter the ancient battlefield, and the first ten of this year will be able to enter. Therefore, it is also the intention of the teacher. You participate in this big comparison. The thin face sighed.

For Xiaowu, he always felt that he was somewhat owed.

Originally, the martial mission of the year should be completed by him, but he was delayed because of some private affairs.

He always felt that he was the one who killed the little five.

"Master, there is me, you don't forget me. I was defeated by the turtle grandson of Xuefeng last time. This matter has been said for several years. This time, I must Win back." The old four Qin Xiaochuan also squinted and came forward.

He and Xiaowu have different purposes. He wants to participate in the martial art. In addition to reporting the hatred two years ago, he still has a selfish heart.

He always wanted to know who his own biological mother, perhaps to the ancient battlefield of his birthplace, can find some clues.

"I will give you a chance. If you lose again this time, I will throw you to the outside door to be a servant. The province will lose face to the endless peak every day."

He looked at the disciples around him and said to him.

"In fact, today I am going to call you over for the teacher. I want to discuss with you. Do you think that Xiaoliu should not participate in this sect?"

The most troublesome thing to teach is the little emperor.

Speaking of it, among his disciples, the age span is somewhat large.

The oldest boss has been in the field for more than 150 years, and the cultivation is also comparable to that of the gods. It is a demigod.

The second and third, both have joined the sect for more than a hundred years, seven or eighty years, and they are also those who have participated in the sects and have achieved the top three results.

It can start from the fourth year of the old age. Every time the martial art is bigger than the ones, no one has entered the top ten.

This seems to be a very face-breaking thing in the view of the endless teaching.

This time, although the fourth and fifth will participate, but these two, one careless, one body is too bad, can not enter the top ten is still unknown, the rest is the little emperor.

But the age of the child...

There is no limit to the suspicion. If he sends a small emperor to play, other peaks will not say that he abuses children.

"Master. The age of Xiaoliu is too small. This time, the sect of the sect is still a bit too much."

He is speaking to the disciples who are in the open, and he is thoughtful and considerate.

"I don't think that Xiaoliu has a very high level of understanding. I have also played with him in the early days. He has been able to tie me with him." Qin Xiaochuan was speaking.

"You are still very embarrassed to say how long he has been in, how long you have been getting started."

Several other disciples are also holding their own opinions.

"Master, it's not as early as tomorrow morning, you call Xiaoliu and listen to what he means. The child is smart and pretentious, and he must have his own ideas."

In the end, there are still three disciples who have no brains to teach. The other few people also feel that the little emperor should have his own ideas.

Nothing to teach, listen to the next day, and really called the little emperor to come to ask questions.

The mentor and the teacher talked in the room for a morning. When the little emperor came out, the endless teaching had already been decided. This time the martial art was bigger than that, Wuyafeng would send three disciples to participate.

"If you can get the top three in the martial art ratio, you can enter the ancient battlefield on behalf of the martial art. The heaven and earth aura in the ancient battlefield is a hundred times that of the Qingzhou continent, ten times that of the lonely moon sea. If you can enter the ancient battlefield, Your strength can be maximized."

The words of the master are still in my ears.

Elevation... If the strength can be improved, does it mean that he is one step closer to the growth of the hope of washing clothes?

Standing on the peak of the endless peak, the little emperor clenched his fists in both hands and secretly warned himself in his heart.

The sect is bigger than that, he is not winning!