at the same time.
There was another wave not far away.
Unlike other hordes.
There were only ten people in this wave.
It was Ye Qingluo and the others.
With a money dart hidden in his hand, the young man in a black hat looked at the golden sand on the ground, and immediately lifted the black gauze that blocked his view, revealing his shining eyes.
"The golden sand on this ground is full of gold. If you can use it to cast my money dart, my money dart will be able to improve its quality!"
Just when he was full of joy and wanted to bend down to pick up the golden sand, a cold voice came from his head: "Jinzi, are you dying?"
Immediately afterwards, a red feather fan slapped his forehead with a cool wind.
Hearing a "pop", Qiao Jin's chaotic brain instantly woke up.
Then cold sweat trickled down from his forehead, and he cursed in his heart that he was careless, and almost fell victim to it!
"Tell me, are you stupid?"
"Everything in the Shangxuan Pagoda is fake, do you still take it seriously?"
…
This situation is constantly playing out in this desert.
At least hundreds of students were lured by the sand, buried under the sand, and lost their qualifications for the test.
Outside the pagoda, Master Justice was sipping fine tea, looking at the golden Shangxuan Pagoda, his eyes were full of playful smiles.
Elder Yun stroked his white beard and said, "Will the content of this assessment be too much? There is a formation in the illusion, it is to attract demons!"
Yun Xiang didn't take it seriously: "It's okay, otherwise you will die on the battlefield."
The righteous teacher raised his white eyebrows slightly, staring at the group of students who were sent out again, his eyes were more profound: "How many people do you think will pass the first level?"
Cloud said word by word: "Less than half!"
The dean sat on a high seat in the middle, with a stern face, staring at the pagoda without saying a word.
His eyes were full of black storms, as if he was thinking about something.
…
In the desert.
Ye Qingluo and the other ten people kept walking in one direction.
Suddenly he heard someone calling behind him.
I saw more than 20 students waving in their direction, extremely excited.
Obviously met a companion and wanted to go together.
When they rushed forward, Ye Qingluo could see from their medals.
This is a small team from the second class of the middle class, and there are seven students from the lower class.
When these people saw the night falling, the joy on their faces disappeared immediately.
A student of the Demon Class.
A student in a waste class.
Immediately, everyone's expressions changed.
Without saying a word, he passed them and walked further ahead.
With the trash class
We still don't know what will happen in this golden sand desert in the next moment.
With the trash class
Will definitely be dragged to death!
The behavior of these twenty or so students did not make Ye Qingluo and the others feel furious.
They also ignored the twenty or so people and continued on their way.
The twenty or so people who were exhausted from walking suddenly burst into anger.
"How dare the members of the Devil's class participate in any class confrontation competition? There are only ten students participating in the test. It's ridiculous!"
"That's right, they made it clear that they are a bunch of trash!"
"Trash should look like trash. Look at them, don't they look like followers? Hahaha!"
"Hey—followers? You're flattering them too much. They followed behind just to take advantage of it. Let us explore the way ahead so that they can reap the benefits of being fisherman. Maybe there will be one or two people living under everyone's protection. to the end."
"Isn't that like a dog wagging its tail?"
"Ha ha ha ha… "