Chapter 1156 Trialer Mansion

After the middle-aged team leader asked the question, the registrant immediately responded: "The information of Tianhun Academy has been completed, and they can leave at any time."

The middle-aged man nodded and said to Zheng Feng: "Come with me, and I will take you to the Trialer Mansion."

"Uncle, who are you?" Lin Tianxue looked at the middle-aged leader curiously, and suddenly came out and asked them to follow him. If they really followed him obediently, wouldn't they be too unvigilant?

Since coming to the Trial Island, there have been many practitioners here. Even the registration number in this hall is the weakest and has the highest level. This middle-aged uncle who suddenly appears looks average and has no strength to see clearly, but his aura is not strong enough. If he doesn't look seriously, he really thinks he is just an ordinary uncle.

The registrar glared at Lin Tianxue and said angrily: "Don't be rude to Lord Song!"

"It doesn't matter, they are newcomers, so they naturally won't know me." The middle-aged man stopped the registrar and smiled and said, "My name is Song Heng, the person in charge of the registration hall of the Trial Island."

"Don't worry, I won't lead you to a strange place." Although Song Heng was the head of the hall, he could not feel the obvious majesty from him and he always showed calmness.

A few people in gray robe walked out of the crowd, who should be responsible for leading the way for the newcomers. He said anxiously: "Mr. Song, we can do this kind of thing."

Song Heng said: "Let me do it. I don't have much work now. You can just be responsible for the work in the hall."

"Yes, sir."

Seeing that Song Heng insisted on guiding Zheng Feng and the others, the other personnel naturally did not dare to say anything more. They soon returned to their jobs, or reorganized the chaotic team.

"It's a good thing that Master Song Heng." Zheng Feng clasped his fists and said. Lin Tianxue and the others might not be able to see it, but he was sure that Song Heng must be a saint.

A saint leaned over to lead the way for them. If he didn't even say a word of thanks, he would be arrogant.

"Let's go." Song Heng nodded slightly, led Zheng Feng and his party to slowly leave under the gaze of everyone in the hall.

The Liang family and the two who were unconscious on the ground had long been ignored. At least Song Heng had never even looked at them from the time they appeared to leave, as if they had forgotten them.

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Song Heng took Zheng Feng and the others to a solemn mansion and said, "This is the Trialer Mansion. One of the places where we prepare for the Trialer to rest. Before the Trial begins, you will live here. It is important to note that the 'Trialer Mansion' and 'Tent Camp' are both forbidden martial arts areas of the Trial Island."

When Song Heng said this, his eyes were completely looking at Zheng Feng. After the matter in the registration hall just now, he seemed to have classified Zheng Feng as one of the combatants.

Then, Song Heng took out a token with the word "Tian" engraved on it. He handed the token to Zheng Feng and explained: "This token is a pass for the Tianzi floor. Tianhun Academy should have been on the local font floor. However, last year, because Jiang Hanyi won the first place in the newcomer trial, Tianhun Academy can obtain the token for the Tianzi floor this year. If you have zero pass rate this year, it will be turned back to the Earth font token next year."

Zheng Feng took the token and asked, "When will the trial start and what should we pay attention to?"

"After about a month and a half, the trials will not be the same every year. According to the rules, the trial content will be announced in front of the mansion gate. I will explain the specific matters in person at that time."

Song Heng asked: "What else is there?"

Zheng Feng bowed and said, "Mr. Xie Song answered his doubts."

"Work hard, I hope you can maintain the excellent results of Tianhun Academy in previous years." Song Heng smiled slightly and turned around and left.

The Soul Martial City is also divided into many sects, and the core interests are still controlled by those ancient families with a long history. Even if ordinary casual cultivators enter, they will be rejected everywhere.

For example, most of the people assigned to work on this outer trial island are actually unreliable cultivators. If the family has a certain influence in the city, they will never be assigned to the outer area of ​​the trial island.

Although Song Heng was a saint, he was just a new saint. The most important thing was that he had no support in the city. If he refused to join a certain ancient family to serve him, his status would not be too high, especially in this era when the way of heaven was about to rise, the value of the new saint was far less than before.

As a casual cultivator, Song Heng entered the Soul Martial City, because he did not seek refuge in a certain ancient family as a guest official, he naturally was excluded by those big families. If possible, he hoped that Zheng Feng could inherit the fine traditions of Tianhun Academy this year...

Many people feel happy to see the ancient family slapped in the face, at least... Song Heng is one of them.

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Seeing Song Heng leave, Zheng Feng led everyone to the Trial Mansion. When he entered the gate, he was stopped by the guards on both sides.

The doorman said: "Please show the token. Those who do not have tokens are not eligible to stay in the mansion."

"Isn't the Trialer Mansion just prepared for the Trialer? Why don't you let someone enter?" Lilivi frowned. Although Song Heng gave them the token just now, she thought the mansion was only divided into different floors and areas, and the floors were selected based on the token.

Theirs are tokens with the characters of heaven, maybe others have characters of earth, or maybe others. The guide always distributes a token, but he didn't expect that before the mansion even entered, he had to show the token. Could anyone have no token?

The guard pointed to a path not far away and said, "After you walk about three kilometers along that path, you will see the tent area. Trialers without tokens can go to the tent camp, which is also the forbidden martial arts area."

The guard obviously told Zheng Feng and the others that there were indeed trialists without tokens, and there were definitely a large number of them.

Zheng Feng said intimately: It seems that if you want to obtain a token, you must have a certain force behind you as support. The rootless duckweed cultivator can only be treated unfairly everywhere.

Lin Tianxue said dissatisfiedly: "Who said we don't have tokens? We don't look down on others!"

"We have never looked down on anyone, we just follow the rules, please cooperate."

The guard said calmly: "The people who work on the Trial Island are actually the same as you recently, and they are part of the Trial. If the person who passes the Trial is a rootless cultivator, they will generally be assigned to the peripheral Trial Island for three years before they can start to transfer to the central area after the three-year period."

As people who have fallen into the world, they never knew that this was naked injustice and had experienced this injustice in person. But rules are rules, and they just acted on orders, so why bother them?

Zheng Feng showed the token, and the guard gave in.

When entering the mansion, there were not many people on the ground floor dance hall. Most of them were wearing uniform clothes and belonged to people from the cultivation family, gathering together in groups of three or three.

I paid a little attention to Zheng Feng and the others, but I didn't find anyone familiar with me. Moreover, Zheng Feng and the others were not in the same clothes as them, so I ignored it and continued to chat and laugh, indifferent and realistic.

A waiter took the initiative to lead the way, led them to the Tianzi floor, and handed out eight sects with door numbers engraved on them, telling everyone that they just need to put the door sign in front of the door to open the door and retreat respectfully.

Zheng Feng sent the door sign to everyone, each of them, and even the little girl Alice was no exception.

After the little girl got the door sign, she immediately opened the corresponding door, ran in with a gust of wind, and ran back quickly, and said angrily: "The room here is obviously very big. If it is crowded, many people can move in, but they don't let people move in. What a bad guy!"

"In fact, cultivators like us cannot live in any place, and even if they really go to the open air to set up a tent, it will not have a big impact. Checking in the trial mansion has become a symbol of identity, which is the privilege of some cultivation families and major forces. It is not a matter of how many rooms it is, but a matter of identity."

Fu Yanjie said helplessly: "The children of ancient families think they are superior to others. Perhaps they can use nobles as a noble. In their eyes, ordinary casual cultivators are inferior poor. How could the nobles be willing to live in the same place with inferior poor people? They would think that this is harmful to their identity."

Jasmine sighed: "This is such a cruel place. I can't figure out why so many people want to come here even if they break their heads..."

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[PS: Thanks to the book friend "The sunset is not at dusk" and "Wow Giant" monthly ticket. Thanks to the book friend "Wow Giant" for his gifts and support, and congratulations to him for upgrading from "Young Hero" to "Great Hero".]
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