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Besides, if it is truly democratic, please share the information with everyone. Now, I have lost the most critical opportunity.

"gogogo." Zhao Chengtian stroked his red hair and his blood was soaring to the sky. "How could I, Zhao Chengtian, miss this kind of good thing. Actually, I never thought of retreating from the beginning."

"Yes, right, isn't it just a 20% mortality rate?" Zhang Wei said excitedly, "I, Zhang Wei, are the man who aims to strive for Principal Wang."

"I think you want to be as charming as Principal Wang, right?" Zhao Chengtian said contemptuously, "I'm sorry, you are not as good as Principal Wang."

"This is not necessarily the case. A man's charm comes from strength." Zhang Wei said arrogantly, "If I become a demigod-level powerhouse, the girls in the world will definitely line up to come to the door. What kind of witches, saints, can't escape one by one..."

Before he could finish his words, he was hit by a ray of light and exploded for more than ten meters.

Everyone saw the pretty face of the Saint of Light, staring at Zhang Wei fiercely. Before, everyone thought that what Zhang Wei said was fun, but they didn't expect that. What he said was a harsh mocking of the Saint of Light and the Saint of Darkness.

"idiot!"

Wang Yan also patted his forehead speechlessly, quite helpless. Fortunately, only Lulu is there today. If the Dark Saint Nana is also there, Zhang Wei, if your life can be saved, I will be your surname.

However, after this laughter, the tension of the young people dissipated a lot. Moreover, since they came in for twenty minutes, the destructive meaning that had made their hair stand on end had been adapted to it.

This also gave them hope.

Everyone from the National Bureau of Fiatology and Wang Yan's students all expressed their determination to participate and would never give up. Wang Yan didn't say much about this. Although they are all his students, they have to walk the road by themselves, and no one can help you for the rest of your life.

At the same time, among the younger generations of the Holy See of Light, they expressed their passionate expression that they would pass the trial. As for the young people born in the descendants of the gods, it is even more impossible for them to retreat, and it is not easy for them to win this opportunity.

As a result, only Midi suffered the most, and eight people were unable to participate.

"Be careful, the mortality rate is not a joke." Although Wang Yan did not stop it, it did not mean that he did not care about these students. He immediately said with concern, "If you really can't hold on, then give up and sacrifice your life fearlessly."

In fact, Wang Yan also agreed with what Sikong Zhi said. As a superpower, it is impossible to achieve great success without a positive attitude, without the perseverance to grow in adversity, and without the test of life and death.

Others saw him, Wang Yan, who seemed to have been going smoothly, easily reached the legendary realm and became the top master among the younger generation on earth. However, only he knew how much suffering he suffered and how many life and death hardships he had experienced.

"Principal Wang, don't worry, we understand what you said." Zhao Chengtian, a middle school young man, looked like I was the protagonist, and I was afraid of whom. "We also play games, know that despicable development is the king. If you don't have your life, you can't use your great ability."

Wang Yan glared at him angrily. Although it makes sense, is it really good to use games as metaphors? But Wang Yan also knew that it is normal for young people to play games nowadays.

At this moment, the goddess Shiva glared at Wang Yan from a distance and said, "Son of Flame, I received you from the last time in China. Now that you have come to my country of Yin, I am a goddess, so I will naturally be entertained."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's attention fell on Wang Yan and the goddess Shiva.

The people who are engaging in the eyes lit up and finally started. It is obvious that the previous loss of Shiva Goddess could not be eaten for nothing. They would definitely think about making money back. Next, there might be a good show.

Not far away, the Saint of Light frowned slightly, with a little angry expression and a little worried. What was worried was that Wang Yan might not have a good time on the territory of the Shiva goddess.

What’s so angry is that all this was done by Wang Yan himself. When you were in China, why did you always mess with the Shiva goddess? She even forced her to learn to bark in the live broadcast.

Those hateful things are done, but you are still coming to India now?

It would be strange if the Shiva goddess was willing to let go of this kind of opportunity for counter-slap in the face?

At this time, Wang Yan touched his nose, smiled bitterly and shrugged. In fact, he also understood that with the degree to which he offended the goddess Shiva and the other party's personality, it was impossible not to avenge this revenge.

However, Wang Yan really didn't want to answer this joke.

Whether you win or lose, you won't get any benefits. If you win, you just offend the goddess Shiva a little more. If you lose, you will be depressed.

"Haha, Your Highness, Goddess." Wang Yan said with a kind and flattering smile, "Actually, you have been in good hospitality this time, so you don't have to go on the show anymore."

"How can that be done?" The goddess Shiva snorted, "You are a guest from afar. If I don't treat you with all my heart, wouldn't it be a shame for us? Son of Fire, you don't have to shirke it."

"Uh..." Wang Yan saw that she was speaking firmly, so he had to say helplessly, "Your Highness the Goddess can talk about it first, how are you going to entertain this time?"

Seeing this, the Shiva's eyes lit up: "The last time we competed was to see how the next generation of young people are capable of? This time, we naturally have to follow the principles of the previous one. Then let's compare and see which of the young people in our two countries has more potential. The competition is very simple, just look at the strongest among the young people and who can get closer to the Tower of Destruction."

For a moment, the young people in India were all excited, their expressions were full of desire for revenge. The Chinese and their entourage lost a lot and were cheated.

But to be honest, in terms of comprehensive strength, these young people from the descendants of the gods still have to be above the young boys in China. The last failure was purely a tactical loss.

Especially the new Indra, who suffered a great loss.

He stared at Sikong Zhi from afar, and his eyes were filled with raging fire. Sikong Zhi, the bastard actually regarded him as a monkey. Now this trial of destruction is about personal willpower and real skills. He, Indra, would not believe it, and would lose to Sikong Zhi again.

"Son of Fire, I know what you are thinking." The Shiva goddess smiled coldly, "I know you must be trying to shirk responsibility. However, I can give you another chance. As long as you can win, I will continue to promise you something."

"Promise something?" As Shiva Goddess thought, Wang Yan, who was about to shirk responsibility, suddenly lit up his eyes and looked at Shiva Goddess with excitement, "Your Highness of the Goddess is serious? Can you say that if I propose that, you are willing to do that?"

The corner of Shiva's mouth curled up and said sneered: "Anything is OK."

The conversation between the two sounded normal, but it was different when it came to others' ears. Isn't it? The Son of Flame stared at the goddess Shiva so excitedly. Is it a hooligan idea to make?
Chapter completed!