The Portal of Wonderland

On the ring, Morning's heart palpitated and glanced at the Meteor Black Knife, not far from him, whose back had long been wet with cold sweat.

If it weren't for the old grey-robed referee, his arm would have been completely described here.

In fact, if Ishima really wanted to die, the blade would not just point at her left shoulder.

He looked at Shi Lian with some resentment, struggled to climb up, put the blue sword into the sheath, flipped off the ring and walked away.

Ishima tied the meteor hammer between her waists, picked up the black meteorite knife from the ground, nodded at the old man in the grey robe, walked down the ring, walked under the black stone tablet, stood in the original position of Morning, sat down on the disc knees, closed his eyes and raised his mind.

Qian Xiong, Baishui Show and others turned to look at the stone pasture, their faces were different.

“Who else wants to challenge the first disciple?” The old grey-robed man set his mind, and asked in a loud voice.

The other disciples in the top ten of Class B looked at each other.

Shi Mu's victory over Monin gave them a great deal of confidence when even two people stood up and challenged the Class A disciple under the tablet.

With the lessons of Ishima's front car, these first-class disciples put away their original arrogant looks and their faces were also heavy.

Soon after, the two men ended in a tragic defeat and were lifted by everyone. One of them, because of the challenge is the third-ranked spiritual magician White Water Show, the whole body bone was almost completely broken under the other party's hailstorm attack, I'm afraid even if the injury recovered, the repair will fall to a thousand.

In this way, the confidence that other Class B disciples have just provoked is instantly broken, and no one dares to challenge them anymore.

The grey-robed old man met here and didn't say much, directly announcing the end of the challenge.

The next time is the mutual challenge and ranking between the disciples of Class A, according to previous years, there will not be much variation in this link, even if there are occasional fights, the point is over.

After all these years, the disciples of Class A have also quite understood each other. They will never spell out your death for some reward difference, which affects the subsequent training.

After all, these Class A disciples have already benefited from the best resources of the Sect, with the sole goal of striking congenitals, or star magicians, and henceforth joining the Sect hierarchy.

This time, however, due to the birth of Ishimura and the valuable first reward spread by Zongmen, it is not impossible to see whether this final ranking competition will produce any variables.

After the crowd near the ring, a little excited again, the whole scene focused mostly on the black stone tablet, the vast majority naturally landed on the stone pasture.

However, everyone expected that perhaps because Ishima's strength in the two contests was too strong and overbearing, the other Class A disciples seemed to be somewhat distracted and had not made another attempt after two or three interactive challenges.

As for the stone pasture of the closed eye god, no one even looked at it and almost forgot about it.

After such a half-hour, Big Bi finally ended completely.

Shi Mu and ten others stood on the stage in turn, facing many disciples under the stage.

The Black Demon ruler also stood on the stage at this time, looking at ten people, his mouth corner passed a smile, turning to face the people under the stage and announcing:

“This round is all over, the ten people in front of you are the first disciples of this round, will enjoy the support of Zongmen's best cultivation resources in the next year! At the same time, I hope that all of you here will study together, hope that you will not forget the training and practice hard, and that one day you will also have the opportunity to stand here! ”

The Black Demon ruler shouted loudly and was heartening, and the disciples below were bloodthirsty.

It was late in the evening, and the sunset fell on ten Class A disciples, such as Ishima, as if they were caged in a light golden coat, making several more dignified.

Thousands of disciples watched the ten people on the stage with envy in their eyes, and many held their fists tight.

Black Demon's ruler's eyes slowly swept the heads under the stage and his face showed satisfaction. Sometimes the power of role models is far more inspiring than thousands of words.

The Black Demon ruler retracted his gaze and waved at the side.

Several black-clothed disciples held a tray with a red cloth on it and climbed onto the stage.

Everyone under the stage saw the scene and the spirit shook up again.

As is customary, Big Big Big Big has a rich reward. Due to its special nature, a lot of news has been sent out long before the competition. The first place will have a big secret reward, which people have long hoped for.

There was also a hint of curiosity on Ishima's face, and part of the reason why he was so outspoken this time was because of this treasure.

Black Demon Gate walked up to the stone herd and waved. A disciple in black immediately walked over and raised the pallet slightly in his hand.

Black Demon Master waved open the red cloth on the tray and revealed a white ring.

Ishima's eyes shined and breathing slightly weakened.

The white ring is made as if it were an ordinary white jade with an old-fashioned shape. At first glance it is quite ordinary, but if you look at it more than once, you will find the object extraordinary, with a layer of crystalline white light flowing through the surface.

“Is this… a storage ring…” A congenial elder saw a white ring on the side of the platform, his face showing a hint of excitement and muttering.

Other elders seemed to have no prior knowledge of what the reward was and were shocked at the moment, with many showing envy.

Storage rings are extremely small because of the special materials required and the difficulty of refining them. Generally, it is also difficult to get one for birth. The elders of the entire Dark Devil Gate, who own a storage ring, do not exceed five fingers.

Under the ring, a number of people already guessed what the ring was, and the rest of the unidentified people came immediately to understand, and suddenly became silent.

“This ring is called the Dusty Ring. It is a storage device that has been refined by the elders of this gate. You should use it well in the future.” The Black Demon Gate's master handed the ring to Ishima, and his face said with some solemnity.

Seems deliberate, the Black Demon Gate did not have a loud voice, but infused his true breath, spreading clearly over the square, leaving disciples on and off the stage, including the elders not far from the platform, a dry tongue.

“Yes.”

Shi Mu promised, his hands took it and put it over his right middle finger, just the right size.

His heart moved and his body breathed into the ring, but the dust ring did not react at all.

“Storage rings are not the same as the usual apparatus and require blood as a medium to use them.” The master of the Black Demon Gate whispered a small reminder with a voice that only Ishima could hear.

Ishima heard a rumor that he hadn't heard, but he immediately broke his finger, a drop of blood bled into the ring, and penetrated quickly.

His brow tip snapped, the ring absorbed his fine blood and immediately made a connection with his flesh.

His mental strength immediately sensed the appearance of a cubic space in the ring, not too large, similar to the size of an ordinary room.

Shi Mu Daxi, but then his face moved and something had been put in the space of the ring.

It was a small pile of black flames that swept away his mental strength and numbered just over a hundred.

“The 100 Black Flame Orders are also the number one reward this time.” Obviously the Black Demon Sect Master already knew about this, smiling slightly.

“Thank you for your generosity.” Ishima said with gratitude.

The Black Demon ruler waved his hand and continued to reward others.

These prizes are precious things such as spiritual stones, rare and rare precious drugs, and black flame orders. People under the stage are envious and hate not being on stage.

After the award, the Black Demon ruler said a few more words, then announced the end of Big Big Big Big Big and quickly walked off the stage.

Other elders also left, on the observation stage, Kim Xiaochai looked deeply at Shi Liam, and then turned around and flew away.

……

Ishima slowly came down from the ring, and the disciples under the ring were envious and awed, consciously giving way to a passage.

Not far from Shi Lian, the four shadows came out of the crowd, the first being the white stone, followed by Xiao Ming, Blue Phoenix and Huo Mao.

“Congratulations, Brother Shi, on your promotion to the Black Demon Gate!” White stone held his fist forward for a gift, smiling.

“Congratulations, Big Brother!” Xiao Ming and others also hugged and said respectfully.

“You don't have to be polite, we've known each other very early, and you can still call me Ishima like you used to.” Ishima waved her hand and smiled.

After a few more chills, he got up and walked down the aisle.

White Stone and others agreed to let Ishima go first, then followed them. Most disciples in the square looked at them, curious, jealous, envious, awe...

Shi Lian walked through the human circulation channel, and suddenly a familiar figure was found in the crowd at the corner of the eye.

He stopped on foot and turned to look at the past.

Behind him, the white stones and others stopped in sight and looked at the past with his eyes.

This man was tall and thin, wearing class B disciple clothing, and had also reached the later appearance of the day. Ben lowered his head and mixed himself in the crowd. He was found by Shi Lian, who stood upright and watched Shi Lian calmly.

It was Left Hiko, Class B disciple who tried to take the Black Knife of Ishima Meteorology!

Shi Mu's heart moved and walked towards Zuoyan and stood less than ten steps away.

The disciples around Zuoyan discovered that something was wrong and immediately dissipated, but they did not go far and stopped again not far away.

Even many have been bullied by Zuoyan, or have heard of Zuoyan's infamous disciples, and are glad to meet others around them.

Zuoyan stood alone in his place, feeling the powerful breath of Ishima locking himself, his eyes flashed with a slight panic, mixed with a few suspicions.

“Didn't you like the knife? Catch it, it's yours! ”

Ishima said, throwing the black meteorite knife at each other with a knife sheath.

Left Yan stunned, his subconscious hands stretched out and caught the Meteorite Black Knife.

The next breath, a horrible force far beyond his imagination, came from the knife, leaving his chest stuffy and full of blood flickering, while his hands were hit backwards.

“Da-da-da-da-da-da.”

Zuoyan couldn't help but retreat five or six steps in a row and eventually fell on the ground with his ass, which stopped him.

The lively disciples around laughed loudly, and even someone shouted well.