From time to time, someone fell and screamed in panic.

Then he was rescued by Hou Qing or the Sweeping Monk, and his qualifications were eliminated.

"No, give me another chance!"

"Sir, please."

"I need the quota of disciples from the Hundred Schools of the Emperor..."

Some of the eliminated people cried out and prayed loudly.

However, Hou Qing and others were unmoved and said lightly: "If you fail, you will fail. How can you cheat for personal gain and abuse your power? Wouldn't it be a shame for you and other ancestors?"

"I won't help you, come back next year..."

Then he shook the person holding his thighs away with a swing of his hand.

Time passes gradually, and more and more people pass by.

And there are more people who are eliminated, accounting for four-fifths!

More than 5,000 people were eliminated, more than 1,100 people were surpassed, and more than 2,000 people had not arrived here.

Either he was trapped in a trap, or fell into a coma in the mountains and has not yet woken up.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The mountain wind is howling, and thousands of people are climbing hard above the mountainside.

On the high mountains, it is even colder in the middle of the night.

In addition to the mountain wind, some warriors with weak cultivation felt cold.

However, at this time!

The air seemed to be colder.

On Qixia Peak.
Chapter completed!