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Chapter 8 Sandstorm(1/2)

 After the assessment, the results will be available on the spot.

Cheng Yan missed nothing and did everything right.

She was fine, and Lin Jialuo on the side was so happy that he couldn't find Bei.

Thanks to her for being such a good baby.

Since he started, he has been here several times, and he is tired of shouting slogans, and he has been defeated time and time again by the tricks of the Demon Yutang.

"I hahahaha..."

Swish, swish, swish!

The heads of all those who failed the exam were raised.

Good guy, they are sad for spring and autumn, but you are so happy?

Is this appropriate?

If I don’t mess with you, I’m sorry for my state of mind.

"Report to the Immortal, they cheated!"

The demon master in charge of invigilating the exam widened his eyes when he heard this.

"Who dares!"

"Use a spiritual weapon! I saw it with my own eyes! The evidence is still in their hands."

"The world is really declining, and people's hearts are not as good as before!"

There are twos and threes of those who have failed, you say something and I say something.

Lin Jialuo's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly collected the orchid leaves and glanced at Cheng Yan guiltily.

Junior sister, I’m sorry!

Cheng Yuan generously took out the orchid leaves, wrapped them around his wrist in front of everyone, and waved to them.

"I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you!"

Seeing her walk out the door without looking back, the people around her were stunned.

The demon master was not happy: "It's gone, it's gone!"

"But they——"

"Do you know what kind of demon my demon is? Who dares to cheat under the thousand and one pairs of eyes of Ben Shangxian!"

This demon master is an old invigilator of the Beast Control Hall.

With a Thousand-Eyed Demon, it swept across the examination room for hundreds of years, pressing cheating candidates to the ground and rubbing them again and again.

Can he still tell whether it is a spiritual weapon?

Lin Jialuo immediately became happy and waved the leaves in his hand.

"The starting price is thirty spirit stones..."

The steamed buns are chewy and tasteless. I swallow a bottle of water and feel full.

If she continues to eat like this, she will lose her nostalgia for this world.

A transmission note penetrated the wooden board with a 'swish' sound.

As soon as it fell to the ground, there was a sound.

"Junior sister Cheng, where are you? Senior brother has a business to discuss with you."

It's Lin Jialuo's voice.

Bang bang!

The roots of Lingfu grass flapped in the sand pit again and again, leaving traces of varying depths.

Cheng Yan pinched the transmission talisman and tore it into pieces in front of Lingfucao.

"Don't worry, it's not easy to raise you. How can I make you bald?"

Lingfu grass flattens its roots and calms down.

Cheng Yan stroked its leaves gently, again and again.

Even if you want to pruning, you have to wait until you grow more lush.

_(:3 ∠)_Don’t worry.:)

Lingfucao suddenly trembled.

……

It was night, and a rumbling sound echoed throughout the sky and the earth.

Cheng Yan woke up with a start.

Thunder?

Is it raining?

She lifted the top board upwards, but it didn't move at all, as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

Looking through the cracks in the wooden boards, the night was thick and thick, covering up the usual starry sky.

The city gate not far away is closed tightly, and the protective formation is opened outside the city.

The cover, which is so light that it is almost transparent, can cover the entire Xianqi City.

The lightning flashes in the sky, as if giant claws are coming, it is shocking.

The landscape of the West Pole becomes drier as you go westward, and the scope of the desert gradually increases.

Thunder and rain are rare.

Originally, rain is a good thing, but the rain here is accompanied by huge dangers.

First there was a huge sandstorm.

The strong wind outside carried debris and knocked it around.

Countless refugees screamed, cried, and sobbed.

In a few breaths, the thunder disappeared, and darkness completely enveloped the ruins.

The only thing that has some light is the huge words "Xian Qicheng" on the city gate not far away.

It was like a beacon, lighting up the hope of the refugees, and many refugees flocked to the city gate.

"Open the door and save us!"

"Help!"

The blessings of Fairy City have not come.

No matter how these refugees ask for help, the city gate remains closed and motionless.

In Cheng Yan's memory, such sandstorms occurred twice, and without exception, the refugees in the ruins suffered heavy casualties.

Lingfucao became a little restless and turned into a green bracelet, wrapped around Cheng Yuan's wrist.

The sandpit shook violently, and countless sand particles shook off.

Life is the bed, death is the hole.

The only advantage of sandpits for refugees is that they will not expose their bodies in the wilderness.

Cheng Yuan felt tightness in her chest and difficulty breathing.

The sand in the bunker is up to my chest.

She regretted staying in the ruins for Jin Zhuo's token.

After all, we have joined a sect, and we are all from the same sect.

Why should fellow students embarrass themselves?

Amidst the raging sandstorm, there were faint roars.

Cheng Yuan’s scalp is numb, it’s a sand monster!

Although the West Pole desert is harsh, there are many monsters living there.

Some are huge and like to be alone; some are in groups and are as small as insects and ants.

Sand monsters are companion monsters of sandstorms. They are ferocious in nature and devour all living creatures.

Roar, a roar is very close at hand.

Cheng Yan immediately moved to the gap on the left side of the board.

The green light in his eyes flashed away.

Then my eyes were filled with scarlet red!

What is this?
To be continued...
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