Hearing this, Fang Song was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said bitterly: Forget it, this is fate, no wonder you, but can I ask for something

Lin Xundao: You said.

Fang Song begged: Help me, I was seriously injured and I was almost unable to hold on. I just asked you to take me out of this swamp. It is too dangerous here. Maybe there are some poisonous insects and beasts, and I don’t want to be eliminated yet.

He was seriously injured and his physical strength was on the verge of exhaustion. If no one helped him, he would have only one fate and would be immediately eliminated from the assessment.

Lin Xun said oh, then nodded and said: It's okay, I'll carry you for a while.

Thank you, Fang Song was ecstatic.

Lin Xun smiled slightly, stepped forward and squatted down, and said: Come up.

His back was facing Fang Song, and he did not see a look of pride in Fang Song's eyes at this moment.

Humph, Lin Xun, Lin Xun, you can't escape my plan if you are treacherous

Fang Song sneered in his heart, and staggered forward, looking weak that he was almost unable to hold on. In the gap between his fingers, a blade was already tightly clenched, ready to wait.

But just as he was only one step away from Lin Xun, Lin Xun, who was originally squatting, suddenly arched his body, and his big bones on his back rushed back like a bent bow.

Bang

Fang Song had no time to react, so he was shocked to death, screaming and falling into the stinking mud.

This attack was too fierce, shocking Fang Song's eyes and his bones almost broke up. He couldn't help coughing blood and roared with ferocious roar: Lin Xun, do you want to kill companions in the same camp? Do you know that you were driven out of the blood-killing camp by instructor Xiao Ke.

Lin Xun turned around, walked slowly to Fang Song's body, twisted the other person's wrist with his right hand, and clamped a cold blade from the other person's fingers.

Suddenly, Fang Song's face changed suddenly and he said stiffly: This is something I use to defend myself, why do you want to take away my weapon

Lin Xun smiled and said: I still don’t admit that I’m kind to save you, but you want to use this thing to harm me. Could it be that you really think I’m stupid

Although he was laughing, his voice was cold.

What are you saying that Fang Song is unhappy? Lin Xun, even if you don’t want to save me, you don’t have to slander me like this.

Haha, do you think I can't guess

Lin Xun said disdainfully that there is no regulation in the rules of this monthly assessment that does not allow killing each other. I believe you have seen this point and want to take the opportunity to take away the nameplate I found. With your little thoughts, you also want to deceive me.

Fang Song's face changed again. Unexpectedly, Lin Xun suddenly expressed all his inner plans.

He said angrily: What do you want

Lin Xun smiled and said: Of course, I won’t do anything that makes Instructor Xiao Ke unhappy, but now you are seriously injured and can’t fight again, and it’s hard to protect the nameplate you wear. Instead of giving the enemy a favor, it’s better to leave it to me and let me keep it for you. After all, we are in the same camp. If Instructor Xiao Ke knows, he will definitely praise my righteousness.

Fang Song suddenly felt a chill in his heart. This bastard really didn't plan to let him go. Before he could react, he felt a sudden pain in his neck and fainted immediately.

Now, I can only feel sorry for you to be unconscious for a moment. Lin Xun sighed, reached out to explore Fang Song for a while, and found a nameplate.

Wow

A sharp whistle sounded across the sky.

This is a signal from the cadets at Camp No. 39, requesting to leave the battlefield.

Of course, the whistle was from Fang Song, but it was blown by Lin Xun.

Before the whistle was finished, Lin Xun had already left this area.

Not long after, a treasure ship descended, and a fat middle-aged man jumped down. He first looked at the man holding a gun in a coma, then looked at Fang Song, and a strange look suddenly appeared on his face.

All the clues and traces on the scene were almost taken into consideration by him, and he could roughly understand what had just happened.

Hey, it's such a bad guy. I just don't know who is so unintentional and cheated you so unceremoniously. But that guy has a conscience to send you a helping signal. Otherwise, when the guy with the gun wakes up, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The fat middle-aged man laughed, then carried Fang Song and turned back to the treasure ship.

Meanwhile, in another area of ​​Scorpion Ridge.

This was a humid forest, and a roar like thunder sounded, and the trees were crushed down one by one.

And what caused all this was just a sturdy and heroic young man, Ning Meng.

He rushed all the way, his body was filled with thunder, his eyes were as bright as the scorching sun, and his murderous aura was like a thunder god, with an extremely terrifying aura.

Just now, after a fierce battle, he beat an opponent to the point where he almost died on the spot.

And this duel also won him the third nameplate.

Damn, Camp No. 40 is just a bunch of garbage, and there is no one who can be found to be a battle-prone person.

Ning Meng ran wildly while complaining in dissatisfaction.

Not long after, his figure suddenly stopped, his eyes looked into the distance like thunder and lightning. He saw two men and one woman appearing in a font-shaped battle formation and quickly rushing towards this side.

The leader is a strong and sassy girl with a ponytail. Ning Meng recognized the other party, named Lei Xinyue, who practiced the Lei Gang Sword Sutra. Like the Eight Desolate Thunder Spirit he practiced, it is also a thunder-attribute combat secret skill.

Although the two teenagers next to Lei Xinyue are very strange, they are definitely students in Camp No. 40.

The three of them came together. In this case, anyone who had been afraid would subconsciously avoid their edge and evacuate first.

But Ning Meng did not retreat but advanced, with an excited face, and a terrible fighting spirit burned all over his body, murmured: Don't let me down again in this battle

At the same time, Lei Xinyue's eyes also looked over, obviously recognizing Ning Meng, and a sense of fire-like fighting suddenly appeared between her eyebrows.

In an instant, the atmosphere was tense and about to break out

In another area.

Shi Yu's figure was like a terrifying geese, with big sleeves flying at full speed, with a graceful manner, and an incredible speed like a rainbow.

This is the extremely mysterious and profound light skills of the Liuyun Star Chasing Step.

But at this moment, even with this skill, Shi Yu had no ease at all. Instead, his brows were frowning. A figure kept chasing him dozens of times behind him.

Damn, is this kid targeting him

Shi Yu felt depressed inside.

The guy chasing behind was Gong Ming, an opponent that Shi Yu didn't want to meet.

But he didn't expect that at the beginning of this monthly assessment, when he was about to show off his skills and perform well, he met Gong Ming.

Gong Ming looks very ordinary, but it is really difficult to deal with. The Nine Ming Bodyguard he practiced can be called a defensive pervert. Shi Yu is not afraid, but he knows very well that once he is entangled by Gong Ming, he will inevitably waste too much time and energy, and he is unwilling to waste with such a person.

But what Shi Yu never expected was that Gong Ming was targeting him, like a cowhide plaster, chasing him all the way, and he couldn't even get rid of him.

Gong Ming, you really plan to continue to waste this way. Don’t forget that if you don’t grab enough nameplate, it will be of no benefit to you and me.

Shi Yu couldn't help but speak loudly.

I just need to defeat you.

Gong Ming's answer was very simple, but it exuded a stubborn and resolute smell, which made Shi Yu feel overwhelmed and annoyed. This little turtle is so fucking annoying.

Brother Gong Ming, I'll help you suddenly, a whistle sounded from afar, accompanied by the sound, and a figure rushed towards this side, just blocking Shi Yu's way forward.

Unlucky, I can't get rid of it after all

Shi Yu sighed in his heart, and suddenly stopped. A cold color flashed in his eyes. Some time later, a pair of bronze short maces appeared in his hand.

Situations like Ning Meng and Shi Yu happened almost every area of ​​the Poison Scorpion Ridge hundreds of miles, and the competition was cruel and tragic.

Not only are there head-on battles, but also unexpected sudden attacks, treacherous and ruthless traps and endless plots.

The students who were able to participate were all elites left after a month of cruel training, and there was almost no simple character.

Although they are young and almost all of them are only in their teens, when it comes to combat methods and mentality, some experienced adult cultivators are probably far inferior to them.

Not far from Scorpion Ridge, there is a temporary camp stationed.

The camp is divided into two areas, one occupied by Camp No. 39 and the other occupied by Camp No. 40.

Xiao Ke sat upright in the tent, and in her palm there was an exquisite compass. The surface of the compass was engraved with dense spiritual patterns, which was shining brightly, outlining a light curtain in the void.

This is a shadow plate, a unique spiritual weapon, composed of a complete set. For example, in every area of ​​the Scorpion Ridge at this moment, there are shadow plates buried one by one.

Through the scenery reflected by the shadow disc, it will be fed back to the shadow disc in Xiao Ke's hand, allowing her to clearly see all the movements that happened in the Scorpion Ridge.

This monthly assessment has lasted for more than an hour, and there are only more than four hours left before the end.

Until now, five people in Camp No. 39 have been eliminated from the assessment, while nine of the students in Camp No. 40 have been eliminated.

It seems that she has many advantages, but Xiao Ke is not happy. This result is still a certain gap from her expectations.

What frowned her the most was that the situation in the Scorpion Ridge was slightly unfavorable to the students at Camp No. 39.

Canlang intends to use the tactic of bullying the less to the extreme. In order to save his camp No. 40, he has forgotten what the real purpose of training students is.

Xiao Ke murmured in his heart, and a faint cold light surged in his eyes.

In the 40th temporary camp.

The sacred wolf stroked his chin and stared at the Yanying disk in his hand. A cruel curve appeared on the corner of his lips. Sister Xiao Ke, you should know that members of the wolf pack will never act alone.
Chapter completed!