Supreme Dragon Soul

This Qingyun trial is in charge of ten steward elders who are responsible for the miscellaneous disciples.

The elders stepped forward one after another and introduced the rules of Qingyun Trial in detail.

There are countless two-star monsters on Qingyun Island, and these monsters have been marked by Xuanyuan Sect with special means!

After the contestants hunt the monsters, they soak their identity tokens in the blood of the monsters, and then they can get corresponding points according to the strength of the monsters!

A two-star junior monster is worth one point, and a two-star top-level monster is worth six points!

One-star monsters will not count points!

The trial date is one day!

Anyone who has not returned to the warship before midnight tomorrow will be deemed to have given up!

Those who leave Qingyun Island midway will also be disqualified!

Elder He looked around the square and said in a deep voice:

"Martial arts is a path of thorns. Only by tempering between life and death can you achieve great achievements! In this trial, you will not be able to help but kill. You must remember this!"

The four words "Can't help but kill", like rolling thunder, spread throughout the square, carrying a chilling meaning that made people feel inexplicably chilled.

Everyone present looked shocked.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Elder He glanced at Luo Cheng lightly.

Luo Cheng frowned slightly.

The sense of crisis surrounded by wolves is getting stronger!

The strong killing intent stimulated the skin all over his body, and it felt as if needles were pricking him!

However, upon closer inspection, I don’t know where this murderous intention comes from!

It doesn’t seem to be there, but it seems to be everywhere!

"Hmph! The soldiers are coming to cover up the water and the earth! I want to see who is targeting me."

Luo Cheng's eyes were sharp.

Strength is confidence!

After being promoted to the fourth level of Mortal Realm, Luo Cheng was not afraid even if he faced the top ten seed players!

"Now, press the numbers on your ID tags and start boarding!"

Elder He's voice sounded again.

Luo Cheng took out his identity token and looked at it. A five-character word appeared on it, corresponding to the number five warship!

The people in the square turned into five torrents and began to board the ship.

"Luo Cheng, be careful!" Zhang Lian said.

Luo Cheng nodded, put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, turned around and walked towards the No. 5 battleship.

Seeing Luo Cheng disappear into the crowd, Zhang Lian was about to leave.

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared next to Zhang Lian.

"Han Feng!"

Zhang Lian frowned when he saw the person coming.

Han Feng glanced in the direction Luo Cheng left, grinned and said, "Zhang Lian, this is probably the last time you and this loser will ever meet!"

Zhang Lian heard something in the other person's words and frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Hehe! Someone wants his life! As long as he kills Luo Cheng on Qingyun Island, he can directly become an outer disciple! This news spread early this morning! As long as Luo Cheng sets foot on Qingyun Island, he will definitely die! No one can save him No!"

"What!"

Zhang Lian was surprised.

Kill Luo Cheng and directly become an outer disciple!

This condition is so amazing, it will definitely make countless people excited!

Not to mention Luo Cheng, even the top ten seeded players will inevitably die on Qingyun Island in the face of this situation!

There is absolutely no second possibility!

Zhang Lian wanted to step forward and stop Luo Cheng.

However, there was a bustle of people around, and Luo Cheng had already walked away. When Zhang Liang opened his mouth, his voice was instantly drowned out.

"Give up, he will die on Qingyun Island this time!"

Han Feng's eyes were ferocious and he said with a smile: "Hehe, I will use his head in exchange for the right to enter the outer gate!"

Nearly 10,000 participating disciples quickly boarded the warship one after another.

With a huge roar, the warship rose into the sky and sailed towards Qingyun Island.

"Luo Cheng, I hope you can return safely..."

Looking at the five warships quickly moving away, Zhang Lian prayed in a low voice.

However, there was no confidence in his voice.

If what Han Feng said is true, Luo Cheng would really have a narrow escape from death when he went to Qingyun Island!

No! More dangerous than a narrow escape!

Five warships soared above the clouds, flying forward like sharp arrows. The fierce wind was completely cut off by the cyan light curtain in front of the bow.

On the No. 5 battleship, many competing disciples sat cross-legged, meditating and adjusting their breath to prepare for the upcoming trial.

Luo Cheng stood alone on the edge of the deck, looking at the rapidly retreating mountains and rivers below with astonishment.

It is incredible that such a large warship can fly in the air.

Luo Cheng had seen an introduction about this warship in Xuanyuanlu.

This ship was originally called the Flying Spirit Boat. According to legend, it was created by an unparalleled ancient sect. It can cross the ocean, fly in the air, and is indestructible!

Eternal years have passed, and the ancient sect that was once invincible has long been submerged in the long river of history, but the Feitian Spirit Boat has been passed down!

When Luo Cheng was lamenting the ruthlessness of the years, he suddenly noticed a cold gaze and turned around to see Han Feng.

"Haha, you are also on the No. 5 battleship. It seems that I am very lucky."

Han Feng stared at Luo Cheng with a smile on his face.

Luo Cheng was a little speechless. He was able to meet the other party. He said lightly: "I think you are not very lucky."

Han Feng was not angry and said with a smile: "We'll wait and see, you won't be arrogant for long!"

Luo Cheng was too lazy to pay attention anymore and turned his eyes.

A quarter of an hour later, the flying spirit boat gradually slowed down and emerged from the clouds.

Luo Cheng looked down, and a small green island came into view.

The island is hundreds of miles in diameter and is surrounded by tributaries of the Luoyan River.

The mountains and forests on the island are continuous, green and delicate, with a majestic peak in the middle.

The giant peak is independent, shrouded in clouds and mist, and looks as majestic as the top of it!

Viewed from a high altitude, the entire island looks like a piece of green emerald. From time to time, unknown beast roars can be heard from afar.

"Good wind uses its power to send me to Qingyun! Qingyun Island! Qingyun Trial! Let this be the starting point of my road to becoming stronger!"

Looking at the solitary giant peak, Luo Cheng felt a kind of pride that was as high as the sky.

The Feitian Spirit Boat was suspended in the sky above the forest outside the island, gliding slowly. Fifty iron ropes hung from the boat and extended into the mountain forest.

An elder appeared at the bow of the ship and said loudly:

"The Qingyun trial lasts for one day. Tomorrow at midnight, the flying spirit boat will return to the sect on time! Now start disembarking in order according to the identity token number!"

"On the 10th, get off the boat!"

As the elder's voice fell, fifty people immediately stepped on the iron rope and slid downward.

"No. 51 to No. 100, get off the ship!"

One after another, figures rushed into the boundless mountain forest, disappearing like mud cows into the sea, disappearing without a trace.

Whether you are boarding or disembarking now, everything is sorted randomly.

This is to prevent the participating disciples from forming cliques early on and causing unfairness.

Luo Cheng glanced at the identity token, the number was 613!

"What's your number?"

Han Feng asked.

Suddenly, the atmosphere at the scene changed suddenly, and many people looked at Luo Cheng.

Luo Cheng put away his identity token and said indifferently: "No comment!"

Han Feng's eyes turned cold.

At this time, the elder's voice came: "No. 201 to 250, get off the boat!"

"Boy, I'll wait for you below! Don't run too far!"

Smiling at Luo Cheng, Han Feng climbed onto the iron rope, glided down, and disappeared into the forest in the blink of an eye.

"No. 601 to No. 650! Get off the ship!"

Soon, it was Luo Cheng's turn to get off the boat!