Artifact Smuggling Specialist

The situation on the field attracted everyone's attention, and all the audience present looked forward to the light curtain.

However, two figures suddenly appeared on the edge of the square in the southwest corner, and caused a small commotion, but it soon returned to calm.

Only when those two people walked forward passed the crowd would they be known, but these people just looked at them one more time.

Jiang Cuo on the light curtain had clearly lost his combat power and was lying there, but he didn't know whether he was dead or alive, but Zuo Lan calmly withdrew his gaze, and then jumped up high. The audience, even those in the net, knew that Zuo Lan had won this battle.

It took only a split second to fight and the winner was already decided. Everyone guessed that there was a big disparity in strength between the two, or that Zuo Lan used some special means.

Now everyone has no time to take care of so many, but immediately judge the remaining number of people on the field, and use it to guess the opponent they will encounter in the next battle.At this time, calculation becomes particularly important. Generally speaking, if you keep moving forward at the same speed, the probability of adjacent people getting together is higher.

When choosing a position, everyone can basically see the position of others, at least half of it, and can predict the strength of the opponent they will encounter next.People with weak strength may choose to slow down their progress to avoid the possibility of encountering strong enemies. After all, people of their strength level are not seeking to win the championship, but to preserve their strength as much as possible, so as not to drag the whole team down in the next round. leg.

Of course, there are also some masters with bad intentions who specifically stop at certain fork roads to intercept and kill the remaining people, not to mention killing them with ruthless hands, at least to make the opponent lose their combat effectiveness and work hard for the next round of the team's ranking.

"These people have completely divided their labor..."

"Ah."

"Are all the students in your non-academy so powerful?"

"Ah."

"Duan Kunlun, you are very boring."

"I never found you interesting."

"The green puppet is interesting, but it's a pity that he died."

"You killed it."

"Damn him."

"Look slowly."

The two walked slowly from the crowd to the Tower of the Soul Academy, going up step by step from the bottom floor.

On the Tower of the Soul Academy, Mei Ziqing suddenly turned her head and looked down the tower. Jiang Shan noticed his unusual behavior and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chong Yan pinched his chin, smiled and said nothing, but recast his gaze on the light curtain.

In the net of heaven and earth, Zuo Lan moved very fast, and in a blink of an eye, he had killed three people in a row and entered the upper circle.

The net of heaven and earth is originally divided according to levels. On average, each person will encounter ten forks in the road, but because there are not necessarily people at every fork in the road, everyone's forward speed is affected by other factors.

Zuo Lan met people almost every intersection, and he didn't know what kind of luck it was.

There are four circles on Tianluodiwang, the bottom one has almost no intersections, and most of them will meet their first opponents on the second floor.Of course, there are also those who run fast and never meet their opponents.But on the third floor, because of the branch-shaped road design, the further you go to the back, the fewer the number of roads, and the greater the possibility of encounters. In other words, the higher the possibility of fighting to the back.At the same time, the more masters there are at the back, the fewer the number of people, the higher the possibility of winning the top spot.

Zuo Lan has now reached the middle position of the third circle, he has opponents along the way, except for the first Zuo Yan and the second Jiang Cuoming, there is no other hot spot, at most it is the third The opponent was a woman, who gave way to him like a good girl; at most, the fourth opponent surrendered as soon as he saw Zuo Lan, hoping to join the Lan Club; at most, the fifth opponent offered his sword, I hope Zuo Lan stabs him with a sword so that he can take it back and show off... something like that...

In fact, it's not very hot ╮(╯_╰)╭

After all, you can see that the audience below has a calm face, calmly watching, yo, are you used to it?

At the sixth fork in the road, Zuo Lan stopped and took a deep breath: "Student, what do you want to say?"

Standing in front of Zuo Lan was a man with a blue pattern on his face from the Eighth Soul Academy. In the era Zuo Lan lived in, it was a real non-mainstream machine farming way!

The first time Zuo Lan saw this man, he was in awe, and looked at him with a kind of admiration——Brother, you have to have half a catty of brains in your pig's brain before you can pretend to be so awesome Forced things to come? !

Look, this colorful dress that looks like it has been dyed with paint, this charming pattern on his face, those purple-black lips, and the corners of his eyes that twitch slightly because of the slanting upwards, must be the biggest villain boss in martial arts novels. It's so old! It's so old!

The man really sneered: "Zuo Lan, you are lucky to meet me today."

Zuo Lan trembled: "May I ask your honorable name?"

The man flicked the badge on his body, "In order to fight against you today, I specially changed into this outfit to show my solemnity. I'm not talented, and I'm the chief of the Eighth Soul Academy."

——Forgive me for not really seeing that you are the head of the Eighth Soul Academy.

Zuo Lan has been in a mess for a long time, and the people in the Eighth Soul Academy below have covered their faces, and can't bear to look directly at them. That funny guy is definitely not the chief of their Soul Academy... He doesn't go crazy all the time, he just acts abnormally When he's mad, when he's mad he's not usually a person, and his name is—

"My name is Yan Hao Shuai."

so handsome...

really handsome...

Zuo Lan had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, and he almost didn't have the courage to move forward—what kind of stinging net of Nima, is my character so bad? To meet such a god-like creature that makes people lose blood? Adding a tube of blood, I really can't bear it!

"Young Master Lan, hold on!"

I don't know who yelled below, and then the audience yelled, "Young Master Lan, don't cry, stand up and fuck!"

"Fuck that cocky pretender!"

"Hold it, Young Master Lan!"

Zuo Lan: I give you a lung!

On the stairs of the Soul Court Tower, the two people were still walking unhurriedly, Xue Lan suddenly touched her chin, and looked at the colorfully dressed person in the field, her eyes were a little confused.

Duan Kunlun next to him glanced at him, still looking unrestrained, took a sip of wine, "Does that man have anything to do with you?"

Xue Lan withdrew her gaze hesitantly, walked two more steps up the stairs, and then said with a smile: "I thought you would definitely say that you thought that person was my illegitimate child."

"His surname is Yan." Duan Kunlun's words hit Xue Lan's vitals.

Xue Lan, who was dressed in a leisurely suit, suddenly paused and fell half a step behind, with her hands behind her back. At the same time, Duan Kunlun also stopped, her back stiffened, as if there was some tension in her body.

Neither of them spoke.

After a long time, Xue Lan chuckled lightly, took another step, and walked in front of Duan Kunlun one step at a time.

When Duan Kunlun's eyes met, he saw that the palms of his hands curled naturally, and he himself slowly loosened the fingers that were holding the hip flask.

Today, these two servants of the gods came to the tower of the first soul courtyard, probably for business.

When they stepped onto the first floor where the soul emperor and the head of the soul academy were, the first person to look over was Mei Ziqing.

It seemed that among all the people, he was the one with the highest cultivation.

Mei Ziqing stood up at once, but Xue Lan smiled and bowed to Mei Ziqing, then turned around and walked towards the directors of the Ninth Soul Academy, all the way to Yan Shen, the director of the Ninth Soul Academy.

This is a restrained woman, maybe she is not young.

The Dean of the Second Soul Academy, She Ji, smiled: "Yo, Xue Lan, don't you like this old hag?"

Yan Shen stood there without moving.

Xue Lan hugged Yan Shen affectionately, and said with a smile, "The dean and I are very good friends."

He bent slightly, and approached She Ji, his lips pressed against her cheek and moved silently a few times, the pendant on his earlobe was decorated with feathers, and had a strange and elegant arc in mid-air.

Duan Kunlun just watched from the sidelines, drinking from time to time.

Afterwards, Yan Shen followed Xue Lan and Duan Kunlun away.

After they left the First Soul Academy, Snake Ji suddenly smashed the carved table beside her with her palm, and she gritted her teeth, but tears fell down her cheeks.

The entire tower was silent.

Under the pagoda, there is a Taichi top, a sky-wide net, but there is still a competition of speed and strength (if you don’t meet this so-called "Yan Haoshuai", Zuo Lan has a big head, and is preparing where to cut this immoral idiot out or When he was sent to hell and reincarnation, that cool, handsome, domineering man stretched his arms quite flamboyantly, and then performed a striptease in front of everyone!

"Ah..." There were screams of women in the audience, while the men suddenly started cheering.

"Dude, don't bring such a thing!"

"Yoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-'s steady, buddy?!

"He's in good shape!"

Yan Hao Shuai flung off his robe, spread his arms as if wanting to embrace Zuo Lan, and then shouted: "Please trample on me as much as you want, let me use my body to be your stepping stone!"

Rumble and thunder fell——

Zuo Lan was stunned by this idiot's words, lost his mind, cursed, but directly rubbed his body, kicked Yan Hao Shuai, only to let the other party scream and cover his stomach.

Immediately afterwards, Zuo Lan stepped forward, causing the opponent to completely collapse on the ground, and helped him turn over with another kick, his clean and smooth back was facing the sky very "magnanimously", but he still had a smirk on his face And sluggishness—I guess this child should have been kicked by this ecstasy three feet and couldn't find his way...

And then - Zuo Lan stepped on his body, passed the fork in the road, Yan Hao Shuai's clothes were still hanging on the tree next to him...

Zuo Lan couldn't hear the voices of the audience, he only thought of one question: Can't Zuo Yan choose a more reliable soul institute to turn against him?