My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

"This is the arena for the first Spirit Sea survival battle!"

"Each platform will accommodate tens of thousands of disciples on the same stage at the same time. Once the competition starts, everyone on the platform can make moves at will, and the platform will gradually rise and collapse slowly at the same time!

"The places where you can stand are getting smaller and smaller, and the number of participants will decrease rapidly!

"The time for the platform to rise is three minutes. After three minutes, the disciples who can still stand on the platform will be considered advanced! 35

"Everyone should understand, right? The rules are as simple as that."

The old Zhu Jian of Qianshou spoke lightly.

"Damn it, are you playing this move?"

"Hehe, within three minutes, as long as daddy kills everyone else, he will win? Simple!"

"Hahaha, it's too simple, I understand, I understand! 99

"As expected of being a Wood Style person in 2008, the rules are simple and easy to understand, hehe, isn't daddy stable?

"After a while, I'll go straight to the big ring, and the arena is 10,000 meters long and wide. Daddy's big move will cover no dead ends? Hahaha!

"Hoohoo, such a small place, once I open it up, no one else will have a place to hide! Hahaha, by then, if I am the only one left on my platform, then I will be the strongest in the audience kid?"

The players of the fourth test and the fifth test had their eyes lit up, and then they jumped into the air without saying a word, and landed on the Wood Style platform continuously.

"By the way! This time, the old man has prepared protective measures for the disciples of this sect in advance! Therefore, no matter what happens in the Star Auction, the Ren Clan, the White Fox Clan, the Devil Clan of Desire, and everyone in the Star Auction, don't have to Panic! Maybe you will see a lot of people killed in battle, but those who died are just substitutes!" The old Zhu Jian of Qianshou turned around and explained to the audience on the west side.

"Body Replacement Technique?"

"Yeah, I got it!"

"It should be the moment of being killed, it will be protected by a strange force and then teleported away!"

"As expected of Zhu Jian senior, he is really amazing!

"Well, then you can rest assured!"

"I don't know, what kind of superb fighting will Yan Huang Sect's disciplines show!"

In the auditorium on the west side, the benevolent clan and the white fox clan and other strong people suddenly realized, and immediately nodded their heads to express their understanding.

"That old Zhujian Qianshou is very considerate!" He Yiming was also taken aback, never expecting that the old Zhujian Qianshou has not forgotten that the player can be resurrected, in order not to let the strong natives find out The secret of the infinite resurrection of the players is specially explained in this way.

In this way, if the players die and come back to life, it can be explained that it was caused by the old Zhujian Qianshou using the heaven-defying method!

good!

it's actually very good!

He Yiming couldn't help admiring inwardly, choosing that old Zhu Jian of Qianshou as the Fifth Generation Sect Master at that time was indeed an extremely correct decision!

From a player's point of view, that old Zhujian Renshou is really abnormal, even extremely outrageous!

But if you look at it from the perspective of a native cultivator, then the old Zhu Jian of Qianshou is simply a real pinnacle master, with the courage and demeanor of supreme Power.

After all, the old Zhu Jian of Senju can shout out with a not wanting face that there is an old man first and then longevity, what else is that old Zhu Jian of Senju afraid to do?

The cheap doll ranked second in the whole server is indeed so terrifying!

So He Yiming sat down at ease on the most luxurious Shenmu seat in Quanshenmu Valley that old Zhujian Qianshou had rubbed out specially, and began to watch the game with peace of mind.

And soon, all the participating players in the fourth test and the fifth test were close to a million, and they were scattered, and almost every platform had about 10,000 players.

And because the player Cultivation Base of the fourth test and the fifth test are close to each other, they have used the power of time, so they are too similar to each other, even He Yiming, it is difficult to distinguish them for a while.

But to He Yiming, it doesn't matter whether the fourth test becomes the ten temples, or the five tests become the ten temples!

As long as it is strong enough to bear the name of the Ten Temples!

Heroes don't ask where they came from!

The Ten Palaces don't ask about the version!

From this point of view, from the very beginning, the old Zhujian Renshou didn't care about seniority issues, so he proposed to let the fourth test and the fifth test compete on the same stage.

Why can't a newcomer in the fifth test be able to beat the old player in the fourth test to become the master of the ten halls?

"This kid, I seem to have some understanding...why is he so powerful!" Thinking of this, He Yiming couldn't help but look at the old Zhujian Qianshou.

For the first time, He Yiming actually had a vague premonition.

player, 897 is likely to surpass himself!

Although at present, there is still a big gap between the strength of Ren Shou's old Zhujian and himself! But in the future...

It is really possible for that old Zhu Jian of Qianshou to surpass himself in strength!

Regarding the possibility of being surpassed by the player in the future, He Yiming is not too flustered, but rather relieved.

Because from the very beginning, He Yiming is not a person who is jealous of talents!

And every player, He Yiming is really as a disciple to teach and give advice with heart, without any secrets, pass on what he has learned and what he can to the players as much as possible.

In the current five-test era, among the millions of players, even if there are a few players who are likely to surpass themselves, it is not surprising!

"For the future, don't think about it for now!

"Let's focus on the present first!"

He Yiming waved away these thoughts, and then looked at the millions of participating players again.

At this time, Senju's old Zhu Jian slowly raised his wooden staff, and then suddenly spoke!

"The first round, the audition survival battle, begins!"