The Portal of Wonderland

On the platform, Mourning’s heart looked at the black iron knife that was not far from him. The back was already soaked by cold sweat.

If the old man who is not the referee's gray robe is shot, his arm will be completely accounted for here.

In fact, if Shi Mu really wants to die, the blade will not only face his left shoulder.

He looked at Shi Mu with some resentment, struggled to climb up, and took the water blue long sword into the scabbard. He turned over and fell down the platform and walked away.

Shi Mu tied the meteor hammer around his waist, and picked up the black iron knife from the ground. He nodded to the old man in the grey robe and walked down the platform. He walked under the black stone tablet and stood in the morning. Position, sit down and knees, close your eyes and raise your mind.

Qian Xiong, Bai Shuixiu and others turned to look at Shi Mu and looked different.

"The trial continues. Who else wants to challenge the first-class disciple?" asked the old man in the grey robe after he fixed his mind.

The other disciples of the top ten of the second grade looked at each other.

Shi Mu defeated Mourning in one fell swoop and gave them great confidence. Even if two people stood up, they challenged the class A disciples under the stone tablet.

With the predecessor of Shi Mu, these A-class disciples put away their original arrogance and disdain, and their faces were dignified.

Soon, the two men ended in disastrous defeat, and they were lifted down by people. One of them was challenged by the third-ranked spirit warlock Bai Shuixiu. The whole body bone was attacked by the other side's hail. Nearly full, I am afraid that even if the injury is restored, the repair will be plummeted.

As a result, the confidence that other Class B disciples have just provoked was instantly defeated, and no one dared to challenge.

The old man in the gray robe sees this, and does not say much, directly declares the end of the challenge.

The next time, it is the mutual challenge between the first-class disciples, ranking the rankings. According to previous years, this link will not have much change, even if there is occasional competition, it will stop.

After so many years, the A-level disciples have also quite understood each other. They will not fight for the difference between the rewards and the rewards, but will affect the subsequent cultivation.

After all, these Class A disciples have already enjoyed the best resources of Zongmen. The only goal is to impact the innate, or the Star Warlock, from then on.

However, this time the Class A disciple was born because of Shi Mu, and the first prize of the ancestral rumor is quite precious, making it impossible for this final ranking to produce any variables.

After everyone in the vicinity of Fujian and Taiwan whispered, they were a little excited again. Most of the audience focused on the black stone tablet. Most of them naturally fell on Shimu.

However, it is unexpected for everyone. It may be because Shi Mu’s strength in the two trials is too strong and overbearing. Other A-level disciples seem to have some absent-mindedness. They challenged two or three games and they did not shoot again. .

As for the Shimu, who closed his eyes and raised his spirits, no one even took a look at it and almost forgot it.

After half an hour, Dabi finally ended.

Shi Mu and other ten people stood on the platform in turn, facing many disciples under the stage.

At the moment, the black magic door was also standing on the platform. Looking at the ten people, the corner of his mouth passed a smile and turned to face the audience. He announced:

"This round has already ended. The ten people in front of you are the first-class disciples of this session. In the coming year, they will enjoy the support of Zongmen's best cultivation resources. At the same time, I hope that everyone will be present and hope that everyone will not Forget the door training, work hard to cultivate, and one day you will have the opportunity to stand here!"

The heads of the black devils were vocal and inspiring, and the disciples underneath said that they were passionate.

At this time, it was already evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on Shi Ai and other ten Class A disciples, just like a layer of faint gold clothes, which made the image of several people more solemn and tall.

Thousands of disciples on the scene looked at the ten people on the stage, and their eyes were full of envy. Many people even clenched their fists.

The head of the black demon door slowly swept over the head of the audience, and the face showed a satisfactory color. The power of the example was sometimes more inspiring than a thousand words.

The black magic door regained his gaze and waved his hand.

Immediately, several black disciples held a tray with a red cloth on it and boarded the ring.

Everyone in the audience saw this scene, and the spirit rose again.

According to the usual practice, there are rich rewards in the top ten. The big news is more special. As early as before the game, there have been many news, and the first place will have a major secret prize, which has long been hoped for.

Shi Mu’s face also showed a curious look. The reason why he performed so arrogantly this time was partly due to this secret treasure.

The black magic door came to the front of Shi Mu, and waved his hand. A black disciple immediately walked over and lifted the tray in his hand.

The black magic door waved and opened the red cloth on the tray, revealing a white ring.

Shimu's eyes are bright, and the breathing is slightly promoted.

The white ring is made of ordinary white jade. The shape is simple and simple. At first glance, it is quite ordinary. However, if you look at it with two eyes, you will find this thing extraordinary. There is a layer of crystal white light flowing on the surface.

"This... is it a storage ring..." On the high platform, a congenital elder saw a white ring with a hint of excitement on his face, murmured.

Other elders did not seem to know in advance what the reward was, and they were shocked at the moment. Many people showed their envy.

Due to the special material required for the storage ring, and the refining is extremely difficult, the number is very small. Generally, it is difficult to get one innate. The elders of the entire Black Devils have a storage ring and no more than five fingers. number.

Under the ring, many people have already guessed what the ring is. The rest of the people who are not sure about it have just heard it under the mouth, and they immediately understand it.

"This ring name is the dust mites ring. It is the storage device that the elders of this door have reorganized. You should make good use of this thing in the future." The black magic door keeper passed the ring to Shi Mu, and the expression was solemn.

It seems to be intentional, the voice of the black magic door is not big, but it is filled with infuriating, clear and unpredictable spread over the square, let the disciples on the stage, including the elders in the stands not far away. A bit of dry mouth.

"Yes."

Shi Mu promised, and his hands came over and put it on the right middle finger, the size is just right.

In his heart, the body's infuriating gas was injected into the ring, but the dust mites did not react at all.

"The storage ring is different from the ordinary ruler, and it needs to be used as blood media." The black magic door used only the sound that Shimu could hear, and whispered a message.

Shi Mu heard a word, this statement has not been heard, he immediately scratched his fingers, a drop of blood into the ring, quickly penetrated into.

He picked up his eyebrows and the ring absorbed his blood and immediately had a flesh-and-blood connection with him.

His mental power immediately sensed that a cubic space appeared in the ring, which was not very large, similar to the size of an ordinary room.

Shi Mu was overjoyed, but then his face moved, and the space in the ring had already been put.

It was a small pile of black inflammation orders, and his mental strength was swept away. There were a hundred in number.

"That hundred black inflammation orders are also the first prize of this time." The black magic door is obviously already aware of this matter, and smiled slightly.

"Thank you for your great help." Shi Mu said gratefully.

The black demon door swayed and continued to reward others.

These prizes are all precious things such as Lingshi, rare medicinal herbs, and black inflammatory orders. They are seen by everyone in the audience, envious of them, and only hate that they are not on stage.

After the award was awarded, the head of the Dark Lord said a few more words, and announced that the big ratio ended, and soon fell to the downfall.

Other elders also left, and in the stands, Jin Xiaoyu looked at Shi Mu deeply, and then turned and drifted away.

......

Shi Mu slowly descended from the ring, and all the disciples under the stage were envious and awe, and consciously let a passage open.

Shimu walked out of the crowd, and four figures came out of the crowd. The front one was Baishi, and the back was Xiao Ming, Lan Feng and Huo Mao.

"Shi Muxiong, congratulations to you as a master of the Dark Lord!" Bai Shi went to the front and held a fist and smiled.

"Congratulations to the master brother!" Xiao Ming and others are also rushing to the front and holding a fist, and the words are respectful.

"You don't have to be polite, we know each other very early. Later, you can call me Shi Mu as before." Shi Mu waved his hand and smiled.

After a few people chilled a few words, he got up and walked to the passage.

Bai Shi and others agreed to let Shi Mu go first, and then followed, most of the disciples in the square looked at them. They were curious, embarrassed, envious, awe...

Shi Mu walked calmly through the flow of people, and he was about to step out of the passage. The corner of his eye suddenly found a familiar figure in the crowd.

His footsteps stopped in vain and turned to look at it.

Behind him, Bai Shi and others stopped and saw him along his eyes.

This person is tall and thin, dressed in a classmate-class disciple costume, and has also reached the late-stage appearance. This head is mixed in the crowd, seeing Shimu found him, simply standing up straight, strong self-satisfied Look at Shi Mu.

It was the second grade disciple Zuo Yan who had wanted to take the stone black knives and iron black knife!

Shi Mu’s heart moved and strode to Zuo Yan, and stood at less than ten steps away.

The disciples around Zuo Yan found that the situation was wrong, and they immediately disappeared, but they did not go far and stopped at a distance.

Even many disciples who have been deceived by Zuo Yan, or who have heard of the notoriety of Zuo Yan, sullenly stalked the people around them.

Zuo Yan stood alone in the same place, feeling that Shi Mu’s powerful atmosphere locked himself, and there was a horror in his eyes, mixed with a bit of speculation.

"Do you not like this knife? It is yours!"

Shi Mu said, he yanked the black iron knife with the scabbard and threw it toward the other side.

Zuo Yanyi squatted, and the subconscious hands stretched out and caught the black iron knife.

The next breath, a horrible force far beyond his imagination, was uploaded from the knife, making his chest boring, and the whole body was tumbling, while both hands were collided and returned.

"蹬蹬蹬"

Zuo Yan couldn't help but retreat five or six steps in a row, and finally fell to the ground with a butt, and it stopped.

The disciples around the crowd couldn’t help but laugh, and some people even shouted loudly.