Bai Piao's abuse continued.

Fang Fan shrugged, helpless.

I am already a king-level healing card, but it is still invalid for you, so what should I do?

You are too high-level, who can blame it?

Fang Fan sighed, there are some things he can't control!

Fang Fan and his party successfully cleared the customs!

The first level of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart is not too simple!

Even if you don't use the king-level healing card, relying on the cultivation of heroes and pets... it's actually similar.

Although this level of level is too much to test the blood bar, the blood bar of the eight-star king realm cultivator is almost enough!

"Very good! The first level, Wan Arrow Piercing the Heart, has all been assessed!"

"Bright camp: 4.1 billion examiners passed the first level!"

"Dark faction: 6.42 million examiners passed the first level!"

"Congratulations! You are all well-deserved geniuses!"

Above the sky, Qin Hai, the inspector of the Golden Throne of the Holy Heaven Alliance, had a smile on his face.

How many years! He didn't know how many years he had not felt such pleasure!

Although the bright camp has been preaching how powerful and powerful it is in recent years, Qin Hai is very clear in his heart, in fact, the bright camp has really begun to fail!

The last few wars were initiated by the dark camp, and the light camp had no choice but to resist...

The strong, bullying the weak, this is very common in all realms!

Natural selection, survival of the fittest!

The law of survival of the jungle of the weak will always exist!

Thinking of this, Qin Hai couldn't help but cast a grateful look at Fang Fan!

This is all thanks to Fang Fan!

Otherwise, after the first level, there will be no more than 5 million people who pass the assessment of the bright camp!

The background of the dark camp is still very strong! Under such a difficult assessment, the pass rate is even more than 1/1,000!

The dark camp should not be underestimated!

"This time, our bright camp should be the master of Fangfan Hall!"

Qin Hai smiled slightly and began to stretch out his hands, shouting loudly!

"Palace Master Fang Fan!"

"Palace Master Fang Fan!"

"Palace Master Fang Fan!"

There were a series of Hestian screams, and Fang Fan felt that his eardrums were about to be shattered...

These guys... work too hard!

Compared with the happy situation on the side of the light camp, the situation on the side of the dark camp collapsed!

Zhu Rong, the messenger of the Demon Heaven Pavilion, has already captured more than a dozen people's heads! These heads all belong to the dark faction examiners!

"Hehe... I killed all defectors!"

"You have never defected to my dark camp, so of course I won't do it."

"But if anyone dares to choose rebellion! This messenger will take his head off!"

"It's just a loss!"

"What if all the members of the Bright Camp passed the first assessment?"

"All the scumbags are screened out! Can they be compared to the great warriors of the dark camp?"

"Relax! The final victory belongs to us! We should have such confidence! Fight! Fight to the end!"

"In the next level assessment, give those madmen of the bright camp a fatal blow!"

"The ruins of the gods are right in front of you, don't you want to go in and see? There are so many things inside, but they are all treasures!"

"I picked up a top-quality spirit crystal, and you will never lack cultivation resources in your life!"

"Seeking wealth and danger!"

"Those who have successfully obtained the quota for the relics of the gods will be rewarded by the Motian Pavilion!"

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