Return of the War God

As soon as Wei Xiong's voice fell, the twenty-six young geniuses who successfully passed the first round of promotion immediately turned their attention to Elder Shengguang who was slowly descending from above the void.

The second round of battles will determine the final top ten of the Hundred Cities War.

That is to say, the battle of the day after tomorrow will be crucial, because in the day after tomorrow, ten of the strongest will be born from among the remaining twenty-six young geniuses!

And these ten strongest people have the qualifications to worship the holy way of the heavens and become the disciples of this super sect!

At this moment, the twenty-six young geniuses who were distributed all over the ring-shaped stone seat and qualified for the promotion were all in high spirits and their eyes were blazing!

Stepping on the fighting platform again, Elder Shengguang felt the more than 20 scorching gazes cast on him, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were meaningful.

Looking at these young faces, Elder Shengguang also seemed to remember what he looked like when he was young. It was the same as the young people in front of him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Hundreds of thousands of silhouettes shot out from the ring of stone, and the first round of the final battle was over, and the crowd watching the battle naturally began to leave.

It's just that the voices of discussion with various emotions rang out from the mouths of the men and women who left, which was very lively. Obviously, this time different from the previous Hundred Cities War, these monks living in the first main city are also extremely concerned and concerned.

"Sister Mo, do you mean that all the people watching the battle are monks from the first main city?"

Still standing in the ring-shaped stone seat, Ye Wuque glanced at these overwhelming figures leaving, with a hint of shock in his tone.

"Well, they have been living in the first main city since they were born, and they are all talented. The mortal objects possessed are far higher than the children of noble families in the hundred major cities."

Mo Honglian looked at Lin Yingluo, whose face was still pale, with a little pity, and answered Ye Wuque's question.

Hearing Mo Honglian's answer, the shock in Ye Wuque's eyes slowly dissipated, but another question emerged in his heart.

"Why didn't they participate in the Hundred Cities War? Brother Wuque, do you want to ask this?"

As if guessing what Ye Wuque was thinking, Mo Honglian lifted her red lips slightly, and her beautiful eyes looked at Ye Wuque.

"Please also tell Sister Mo."

Seeing that Mo Honglian saw through her thoughts, Ye Wuque asked casually. Sima Ao on the side was also full of doubts. Lin Yingluo was supported by Mo Qingye and Mo Baiou at this moment, so she didn't need him. help.

Among these tens of thousands of spectators, there are many geniuses who are equally powerful at a young age, and some geniuses are even stronger than the young geniuses who participated in the Hundred Cities War.

If these geniuses from the first main city also participated in the Hundred Cities Battle, then the scene would be ten times more intense and exciting than it is now!

So, why did these geniuses from the first major city not participate in the Hundred Cities War?

You must know that in this Hundred Cities War, those who have won the top ten can worship the super sects of Zhongzhou and the Holy Way!

This is a road to the sky for every young cultivator who dreams of being a strong man, and it is impossible for anyone not to be tempted by it.

"Because of belonging and resources."

Mo Honglian said these words softly.

Belonging and resources?

Mo Honglian's words immediately made Ye Wuque's eyes narrow, as if thinking of something.

"They were born in the first main city since they were young. All their memories are here. They are different from us. The first main city is their home."

"We come from the top 100 main cities. Although the top 100 main cities all look ahead to the first main city, in our eyes, the feeling for the first main city is respect and support, because the first main city has guarded the East for too long. , worthy of us."

The words with a slightly inexplicable tone came out of Mo Honglian's mouth, which also gradually resolved the doubts in Ye Wuque's heart.

These young cultivators of the same generation watching the battle, they don't need to participate in the battle of hundreds of cities, because they don't need to prove anything, and they don't need to get better resources.

Because the first main city has already given them all these when they were young.

As for joining the super sectarian holy way?

Perhaps in the eyes of the younger generation of these first main cities, they are really yearning, otherwise this time the battle of the hundred cities will not attract them to come to watch the battle, but more is just thinking about it. They will not leave the East Land, nor will they leave the first main city, because the first main city is their home, which makes them feel cohesive and belonging.

The cultivators of the same generation in the first main city are the hope for the future of the first main city itself, and it is also the reason why the first main city can be passed down from generation to generation.

Therefore, the Hundred Cities War is just a way for them to gain insight and rich experience, and they will never leave the first main city and leave the Eastern Land.

Because in addition to the first main city, there will also be young talents with extremely high talent among the top 100 main cities in the East. Although they may not be as good as the monks in the first main city, but through their own efforts, they have the ability to participate in the Hundred Cities. The qualifications for the war, and the qualifications to go out of the East, are also extremely remarkable in the eyes of the younger generation of the first main city.

Such a virtuous cycle between the two can make the land of the East Land always exist in the Northern Heaven Territory, and it can be passed down from generation to generation.

"No wonder they, both men and women, all wear uniformed martial robes. It turns out that there are tens of thousands of people who are cultivators trained by the first main city! As expected, they are the first main city, and only here can there be such a thing. Great handwriting!"

Sima Ao couldn't help but sighed, under Mo Honglian's prompt, he also wanted to understand the doubts in Ye Wuque's heart.

"That's right, just pills and mortal tools, I don't know how much consumption it will be every day. Except for the first main city, there is no second place in the entire Eastern Land that has such profound heritage and resources."

Nodding slightly, Ye Wuque was sighing that the monks in the first main city were also amazed at the profound heritage of the first main city.

After figuring out the doubts in his heart, Ye Wuque didn't stop, his figure flashed, followed the crowd, left the circular stone seat, and headed towards the first main city, followed by the three Mo's sisters, Sima Ao, and Lin Yingluo. .

"Om..." "Huh"

This is an extremely quiet place with a quiet environment, which is similar to the small building that temporarily rested before entering the first main city.

More than 20 silhouettes flashed one after another, and the one headed by the three was Ye Wuque, but at this moment, Ye Wuque's eyes were full of shock and admiration, as if he was walking along the way and saw many things that made his mind tremble. The expressions on the faces of Mo Honglian and Sima Ao who followed closely were the same.

As for the other 20 young talents who were successfully promoted, they also had almost the same expressions, and they were obviously not in a calm mood.

"The first main city is indeed worthy of being the patron saint of the East! It is truly magnificent and magnificent!"

After leaving the ring stone seat, the twenty-six people who were qualified for the second round of battle went to the resting area under the leadership of an elder of the first main city.

Along the way, under the deliberate leadership of the elders, they watched almost all the scenes of the entire first main city, which opened the eyes of the twenty-six young monks.

The ring-shaped stone seat, the martial arts field, the Yuanli River, the Hall of Chuan Gong, etc., all of the first major cities are open to the eyes of the twenty-six young monks. The luck that has shrouded in countless years!

Along the way, the twenty-six people have completely opened their eyes, and they also know the traces and proofs of the existence of a great inheritance force, which has aroused a deeper yearning and expectation in their hearts!

"Little fellows, you will rest here in the Jingshe courtyard tomorrow, and you can also walk around and have a look. In the early morning of the day after tomorrow, this elder will come here to pick you up."

As an old voice fell, the elder of the first main city suddenly rose into the sky, turning into a streamer and galloping towards the horizon.

Immediately after the elder left, someone moved and walked towards the many shrines.

Everyone who can stand here now has experienced a big battle, and at the moment is also a little tired. He is not in the mood to care about other things at all, and he just wants to practice and restore his energy.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Soon, there were less than ten people left in the Jingshe courtyard.

Because Lin Yingluo, Mo Qingye, and Mo Baiou were eliminated from the competition, they naturally stopped here at this moment, but went to the area belonging to the main city of Longguang in the first main city.

With the company of Mo Qingye and Mo Baiou, Ye Wuque and Sima Ao were not worried that Lin Yingluo would be in any serious trouble.

But at the moment, Sima Ao had a solemn expression on his face, nodded to Ye Wuque and Mo Honglian, and chose a secluded house to enter.

Sima Ao's rushing killing intent towards Lin She kept accumulating over time, although he knew that he would not be Lin She's opponent by virtue of his current cultivation at the mid-level of Soul Essence.

But Sima Ao didn't care about that, all he cared about was revenge for Lin Yingluo.

Therefore, in the next day, he will practice hard, even if he can't make a breakthrough, he will try his best to work hard.

Looking at Sima Ao's back, Ye Wuque sighed slightly, how could he not know what Sima Ao was thinking.

Mo Honglian next to Ye Wuque sighed when she saw Ye Wuque, a hint of interest flashed in her beautiful eyes, as if she had thought of something, she also said hello to Ye Wuque at the moment, and also walked towards a Jingshe.

In the end, Ye Wuque also chose to see the Jingshe and walked towards him, but when he entered the Jingshe, he suddenly noticed a look, and when he looked back, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful back.

As soon as his eyes moved, Ye Wuque rubbed the storage ring on his finger, and another thought appeared in his mind.

"buzz"

Ye Wuque, who entered the Jingshe, immediately began to practice, the holy way of war enveloped his body, and he also began to recall the battle with Pang Zhong today, constantly summarizing and pondering.

The night passed quickly.

In the early morning of the second day, the sun rose, and there was warmth and peace between heaven and earth, as if it was out of tune with the upcoming fiery battle, and it seemed to be warming up for something.

A slender figure stood in front of the door of a shrine with bright eyes and stood with his hands behind his back. It was Ye Wuque who had finished his training.

"Miss Nalan, Ye Wuque came to disturb you, please forgive me."

As soon as Ye Wuque's words fell, the door of the Jingshe was opened, and a soft daughter's voice came from inside.

"Young Master Ye can visit, Nalan is too happy to be happy, how can he blame him."

Na Lanyan's words made Ye Wuque's eyes move, and then he no longer stopped, but stepped in.

Ye Wuque raised Nalanyan's house this time for only one purpose, that is, to return a favor that Nalanyan helped out at the beginning.