The Daily Life of the Immortal King

If people don't know, you have to do nothing.

No one would have thought that these small incidents would be recorded in the campus files. Of course, these files are the internal files of the school, and they will not be made public under normal circumstances, and they record some insignificant things, and they will not be directly displayed in the background data of the students' files. If you really want to know, you can only get the file key from the corresponding school of origin.

Under normal circumstances, most of these small records come from the hands of the students' class teachers.

Everyone's head teacher has a pair of eyes, and Wang Ling, sitting in the back row of the classroom, naturally has a deep understanding of this. He has seen Teacher Pan looking at him through the back window countless times when he was stealing snacks... …

However, Teacher Pan never really stopped him. Young people are in the stage of growing their bodies, and their studies also consume brain cells. It is normal to sneak something in class when they are hungry, as long as they are not discovered by the teacher who is in class.

But Wang Ling didn't expect that his own snacks could be recorded in such detail... It can only be said that as the teaching pioneer and gold medal teacher of No. 60 Middle School, Teacher Pan is worthy of being Teacher Pan.

After the second round of inspection, Wang Ling and the others did a third round of re-examination, and the whole inspection was considered over.

This time it was too strict, far beyond imagination.

Chen Chao remembered that the last time he went to the Beastmaster Ruins for activities, he just used a special magnet to take away all the electronic equipment and magic weapons from everyone. The strictness and vigilance were far less than this time.

"I guess, maybe that dark net organization is planning something again... That's why I'm so nervous this time." After Chao Chen finished speaking, he himself was fine, making everyone around him suddenly nervous.

Wang Ling was well aware of Chen Chao's attributes, and he also learned the whole story of some things from Zhuo Yi through his "He Xintong".

The origin of the whole incident is still related to the theft of the skull of Xie Sanxiao, known as the "Dark Ancestor" not long ago, and the Huaxiu Federation has already speculated that the mastermind of this incident tried to use the power of this Dark Ancestor to attack Kowloon. The chief lord of Tianmai in the mountainous area started.

And this matter, in fact, can also be contacted with the Black Shadow Army...

Wang Ling himself guessed that the leader behind the shadow army and the mastermind of the stolen skull should be the same person.

The other party has a miraculous resurrection ability, and it is this tricky ability. It is hard to guarantee that the dark net, which has been hit hard by the government one after another, will not use this power to take revenge.

Last time in the Beastmaster’s ruins, several masters in the darknet were arrested one after another, including the old man Qianhuan, the blood-smeared butterfly, and the master Anxiang who performed the "Working Cell Technique"... They have been arrested one after another, waiting to accept the law sanctions.

After linking all these things together, an ominous premonition arose in Wang Ling's heart...

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In the Kowloon camp, more and more students have arrived at the target location from all over the country through the airship. Everyone is queuing up for inspection in an orderly manner. The queue is controlled in an orderly manner under the guidance of dozens of red-clothed resident special forces members.

On the other side, Wang Ling and the others who finished the inspection were divided into schools and districts, neatly lined up in square formations.

Wang Ling discovered that the number of members of these red-clothed resident special operations teams had increased.

In fact, the current arrangement of these security personnel is only the tip of the iceberg. This time, the entire competition, including the security team doctors and the medical team, have all invested in the highest configuration. The Ten Thousand Schools Alliance has instigated tens of thousands of people to participate.

Maybe this number seems exaggerated, but in fact it is a manifestation of the high security awareness of the Ten Thousand Schools Alliance. Jiulong Mountain has a complicated terrain and a very large horizontal and vertical span. Once a student gets lost in it, if there are fewer people sent It can't be searched for the first time.

And in this kind of wild environment, once you are in danger, every minute is dangerous.

The contestants are all the future flowers of the cultivation world, and for this reason, we must prepare for detailed security work, not like a variety show that lacks safety awareness, causing stars to die suddenly during high-intensity sports , and when the sudden death happened, the golden rescue time was even delayed by 4 minutes. This is the most annoying!

About five minutes before five o'clock in the afternoon, that is, the time before the opening of the pagoda, the last student who checked came out of the tent.

Almost at the moment the student returned to the team, a familiar portrait was projected in the void by the magic weapon projection device.

This is an extremely familiar face to Wang Ling... That's right, it is Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal himself!

The various schedules and event mechanisms of the Jiulongshan National Sports Exchange Competition were also jointly designed by the Ten Thousand Schools Alliance and the Zhanhu Bureau!

This is not a surprise to Wang Ling. Ever since Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal became the True Venerable, he has been active in almost every occasion. The head of the sect's sect shouldered the important task of jointly building the motherland. Apart from going out to maintain world peace, he also spared a few avatars to participate in variety shows to make Zhan Huju's reputation continue to grow.

The growing reputation of the Zongmen is not completely unfavorable to Wang Ling, at least now Zhanhu Bureau has plenty of funds to buy crispy noodles for himself.

Wang Ling used the avatar of "Crispy Noodle Dao Lord" to hold the title of the leader of the snack team in the sect, and also worked as the head of the commissary department in the sect.

In the void, the projection of Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal appeared as if a real person had descended. He looked very sunny and dressed dignifiedly, showing the grandeur of the first sect. It also allowed many students present to witness the demeanor of the world's number one true deity.

This projection was not pre-recorded, but a live broadcast, so the moment Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was projected, he saw Wang Ling in the crowd at a glance, and he was in a great mood.

"Wow! Is Zhenzun so approachable?"

"It's the first time I've seen this deadly senior!"

Many students were discussing in the phalanx.

At this time, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal also began to announce the mechanism of the first round of knockout competition: "Welcome all students to come to this Jiulong camp. The name of the first round of knockout round is: Climbing the Tower! Everyone needs to climb the seven towers within a limited time. One hundred thousand steps!"

"700,000 steps..." Many people were a little daunted.

"In addition, the funds for this competition are limited, so the accommodation conditions are limited. Only about 400 rooms are set up on the top floor. In addition to climbing to the top, students also need to compete for rooms to ensure their eligibility for advancement. The rooms are double rooms, and you must Only when two people are in the room can they advance to the next level."

After Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal finished speaking, he showed a benevolent smile to everyone: "Then, the first round officially begins."

As soon as the words fell, the thirty-two gates at the bottom of the Nine Dragons Pagoda were opened to all the students in all directions...

It should be Chapter 1132...Mistyped (°°)