The villain master just wants to die [Transmigration Book]

The other Tianxuanzong disciples sitting next to Mu Wenye didn't look very good.

Although they were not familiar with each other, they had no conflicts. At this moment, they were all the same and glared at the speaker.

Bai Qiongyu sat a little far away, and sent a voice transmission to Mu Wenye, "You don't have to take what those people say."

Only then did Mu Wenye open his eyes, and replied, "Thank you, Senior Brother Bai, for your concern, I understand."

"Clang clang clang!"

There was a crisp knocking sound, and the scene was suddenly silent.

A figure stood on the giant disk and slowly rose into the air. After a while, he began to read the rules of the trial competition.

Jiang Mingchen was drowsy at first, but when he heard the movement, he immediately woke up.

The person who announced the rules was not Sect Master Xu, but an elder of Xuanguang Sect.

His voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear enough to convey the message to everyone's ears.

There are three rules in total.

One is that the testers must not kill each other, that's all.

The second is that the trial lasted for seven days.During this period, the testers need to complete the set tasks, otherwise they will be automatically out of the game when the time is up.

The third is that the information of the tester must be authentic and credible. Once the information is false, the results will be invalid.

In addition, no matter how many instruments and elixirs a tester carries, or even get in touch with outside elders, these are all based on their own abilities and are not against the rules.

As in the past, seeing that there were no objections from the crowd, the Xuanguangzong elder announced that he would enter the lottery.

As the organizer, Sovereign Xu walked up to the stage and shook the lottery under the eyes of everyone.

Although no one taunted him publicly, there were naturally many who slandered him silently.

After all, the previous trial conferences all relied on spells to draw lots through the air, which not only reflected the suzerain's strength, but also had a certain degree of appreciation.

But at this time, Sect Master Xu actually draws lots by hand like ordinary people, what's the point of that?

After a while, Sovereign Xu stopped his movements, poked his finger into the lottery container, and seemingly casually picked out a sign, and handed it to the "notary" beside him.

These "notaries" are all monks of Tian Haizong. As the "host" of the previous session, they came to ensure the fairness and justice of the lottery.

Before the lottery, they carefully checked the lottery tube and the label. Now that the lottery was over, they checked it carefully again. After confirming that it was correct, they handed the label back to Sect Master Xu.

Sect Master Xu took the slip and read aloud the content of the trial: "Ziling Valley."

The ordinary disciples were still at a loss when they heard the words.But this group of spirit-transforming real people knew it clearly.

"Fortunately."

Nan Heng said softly: "It's a fairly standard trial."

Generally speaking, there are at least ten signs, which represent different trials and are provided by each sect.

The organizers will make preparations at these venues in advance, and will not allocate all resources to the target locations until the results of the lottery come out.

In this way, to a certain extent, it is also possible to prevent someone from cheating.

Even so, however, absolute fairness cannot be guaranteed.

For the small family, some of the trial content, they have not even been exposed to, the starting point is different, how can it be fair?

Jiang Mingchen sat on a high place, his thoughts flashed by, his eyes fell on Mu Wenye, and he began to think about other things.

Did Mu Wenye bring enough pills?Will it be too little?Do you want to give some special medicine?

In his previous practice, he made occasional mistakes and refined some special elixirs. For example, some elixirs could make monsters want to vomit upon smelling them, while others could make monsters mesmerized like catnip.

If these pills are given to Mu Wenye, maybe they can help him at a critical moment?

Jiang Mingchen suddenly thought of something, and said to himself: "Since we are going to Ziling Valley, should we give some more storage bags?"

Nan Heng sat on the side, heard it clearly, but did not answer.

Sure enough, as he expected, Jiang Mingchen immediately shook his head and denied himself, "Forget it, send it now, it's too eye-catching."

With the luck of the male protagonist, many rare treasures are bound to be found in Ziling Valley.

Isn't it good to make a fortune in silence?Why the need to draw attention now?

Jiang Mingchen thought about it, and decided not to do anything more, and he didn't even send out those strange pills.

After half a stick of incense, the disciples in the waiting area were sent to Ziling Valley one after another.

This kind of ancient spiritual valley generally does not belong to any sect, but is the common property of the cultivation world.

There is a teleportation array near the spiritual valley, which is fully responsible by the organizer. Not the entire spiritual valley is a trial site, only the area surrounded by the enchantment is the "safety boundary".

Although the aristocratic sect enjoys many preferential treatment, the order of entering the Ziling Valley is decided by lottery drawn by the leading disciples on the spot.

Tianxuanzong is at the bottom this time, but there are quite a few small sects who are one step ahead.

According to the current number of people, a group of [-] people must pass at least ten times.

Mu Wenye waited at the end, really bored, subconsciously took out the dagger that Jiang Mingchen bought for him, and rubbed the pattern on the scabbard.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had followed the crowd and walked to the front of the teleportation array.

Unexpectedly, Mu Wenye withdrew his dagger, and just stepped into the teleportation array, the mountain shook for a moment, as if he was attacked.

The magic circle that was being teleported suddenly flashed and emitted an abnormal light, covering all the people in the circle.

In the blink of an eye, the light faded, and the teleportation array was empty.

At the same time, Xuan Guangzong had surrounded the sneak attacking magic cultivator group, and used the crowd tactics to blow them up.

Moxiu didn't expect that the well-known and decent sect would bully the less with the more, and kept yelling, "There is a kind of heads-up, and you won't win by force!"

"In these days, who still singles out?"

Sect Master Xu smiled and said, "I'm afraid you have stayed in Moyuan for a long time, and your brains are not working well? You dare to come to Xuanguangzong to make trouble with this appearance of not knowing how to adapt? Come with me!"

Moxiu: "..."

On the viewing platform, Jiang Mingchen had a panoramic view. Hearing this, the corners of his mouth twitched visibly.

However, Nan Heng also expressed emotion, "It seems that Xu Zongzhu listened to what you said back then. This informal style is much better than those pedantic sects."

Before Jiang Mingchen could answer, there was a sudden exclamation from afar.

"Not good! It's sent to the wrong place!"