The improved relationship between Zhang Xiaotian and Lin Wanjun made Lin Wanqing and Lin Wen very happy.

Three months have passed.

The formation under the treasure house has almost been built, and Zhang Xiaotian's black jade pendant is placed in the center of the formation, and the aura is integrated into the running formation.

Three days later, Zhang Xiaotian retrieved the black jade pendant, and a trace of spiritual probing penetrated, sensing that the jade pendant had a trace of connection with the formation.

Thundered!

Zhang Xiaotian stood in front of the window, watching the lightning and thunder outside the house, calculating the time, it has been almost half a year since he came to the land of nothingness, and he doesn't know when he will be able to go back.

The thick clouds that had been seen before slowly dissipated and reappeared in the sky seven days ago.

Zhang Xiaotian looked at the sky where the silver snake writhed, and the clouds that filled the sky with a sense of heavy oppression, and muttered, "Hundred Years of War......

"Zhang Xiaotian, you, are you really going to participate in this war?"

Lin Wanqing looked at Zhang Xiaotian, her eyes were full of worry, she didn't expect Zhang Xiaotian to bring up this matter with her today.

No wonder, no wonder Zhang Xiaotian has been asking himself and Uncle Wen about the Hundred Years War these days, thinking that he was just curious, but he didn't think about it......

"Somewhat interested."

"Xiaotian, do you want to use war to hone your martial arts?" Lin Wen on the side asked.

"But, it's too dangerous!"

Lin Wanqing hurriedly said.

"Sister, he's going to find death himself, what do you care so much about!" Lin Wanjun's little face was still indifferent, but there was worry in the depths of her eyes that couldn't be concealed.

Zhang Xiaotian, who has already made up his mind in his heart, will naturally not change.

Five days later, Zhang Xiaotian embarked on a journey, as a human warrior who participated in the battle alone, he needed to go to Bacheng, the big city in the north, to gather with the other human warriors who participated in the battle.

After that, these warriors who fought alone or in small groups had to go through the selection and elimination before they could go to the front line and join the larger army.

Because the Lin family has just been rebuilt, they did not choose to participate in the Hundred Years War this time, and they will not be able to get the post-war resource allocation, so it can be said that there is one less chance to grow, but who can guarantee that they will come back alive if they participate?

Every time there is a Hundred Years War, there are many families that are wiped out in the war.

Ba Cheng is the largest city in the Northland, covering an area six times the size of Yongling City and a population of more than one million.

In the past few days, Bacheng has been very lively, and countless human warriors from the Northland who want to participate in the war have gathered from all directions, bringing prosperity and ......

"You kid dare to hit Uncle Ben, look for death!"

"I'm afraid you won't make it, stupid big man!"

Boom, boom!

"Hey, Xiao Er, it's obvious that we came first, why did you serve them food first?"

Xiao Er: "Huh? ”

"What, aren't you convinced that you will serve us food first?"

"Not convinced!"

"Then hit until you're convinced!"

Xiao Er: "Don't! ”

Bang bang, click click!

……

As soon as there are many warriors, there are more conflicts, and if it weren't for the local families such as the Bacheng Long family to maintain order, I'm afraid the chaos would be even greater.

Fortunately, the selection of fighters is about to begin.

The selection is very simple, all the high-level fighters above the fifth level of the source force pass directly, and those below the fifth level need to test their actual combat ability.

Zhang Xiaotian followed a group of high-level warriors to the left side of the big school field, and then divided according to their respective strength realms, Zhang Xiaotian's team of seven people are all seventh-level martial artists of the source force, and they are also the seven strongest among the martial artists who signed up to participate in the battle this time.

"Huh, it's you?"

A surprised voice sounded, Zhang Xiaotian looked sideways, and saw a familiar fat face looking at him with a look of surprise, it was the fat man he met in the small town illusion a few months ago.

This obscene fat man is also the seventh level of source power?

Look at his age, is he a genius!

"Oh, what a coincidence! My name is Song Tiantian, what's your name? By the way, did your daughter-in-law blame you after you went back that day? Don't blame me for not helping you, I can't say anything about the situation between the two of us at that time. ”

When the fat man saw the "acquaintance", he immediately became enthusiastic, and a series of words popped out of his mouth.

The other five seventh-level martial artists around looked at Zhang Xiaotian and Song Tiantian's gazes, and suddenly became strange.

"This idiot!" Zhang Xiaotian scolded secretly, but the fat man had already come over, so he couldn't ignore it, so he had to say: "I'm Zhang Xiaotian, hello!" "Pose like a rusty one.

"Wow, you also have the word 'day' in your name, and I also have the word 'day', so we really have a fate." The fat man Song Tiantian didn't notice the strange eyes of the two around him, and took Zhang Xiaotian's hand very enthusiastically, and shook it vigorously, looking surprised.

Zhang Xiaotian was caught off guard by his hand, and he didn't expect this fat man's hand to be so fast.

Although it is just an ordinary stretch of hand, there is a certain mysterious rhythm in the action, if it is not intentional, it is that this fat man has already practiced the moves into his instinct.

The strength is very strong!

Zhang Xiaotian made a judgment for the first time.

Well, you can make friends!

The second time, he made a choice.

His face also smiled, and the eyes around him became even more weird, but Zhang Xiaotian didn't care what others thought.

"Hello, Song Tiantian."

"Zhang Xiaotian, are you also joining the army alone, what about your daughter-in-law?"

"I don't have a daughter-in-law, it's a friend of mine, and I did come alone."

"That's great, we can be companions. We, the high-level martial artists with strong strength, generally end up in the 'Election Camp', and take care of each other when the time comes. ”

"Okay!"

Several other seventh-order martial artists looked at each other, and they also moved a little, and there were many comrades-in-arms on the battlefield who could be entrusted to their backs, but they had one more chance of being alive!

This Song Tiantian is definitely a self-acquaintance, and after talking to Zhang Xiaotian for a while, he greeted the others again.

After a while, he became familiar with several other seventh-level martial artists.

"Haha, it turns out that you and Zhang Xiaotian met like this. Song Tiantian, you don't know, when you said that just now, a few of us misunderstood! ”

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? ”

Song Tiantian looked confused.

And Zhang Xiaotian had a calm face, as if this bearded man was not talking about him.

Woooooo

A low horn sounded.

The actual combat competition in the center of the school field began, and the low-level martial artists and high-level martial artists who had not yet taken their turn to compete around were all shouting excitedly.

However, Zhang Xiaotian and their group were quite quiet, but the difference in strength was too far, and the fight between these low-level martial artists of the third or fourth level of source power was like "child's nonsense" in their eyes.

Zhang Xiaotian secretly observed a few people around him, these martial artists were all good, but except for Song Tiantian, there was only a black-faced man who could make him look at him.

This thick and strong man has a Sven name, called Wu Siwen.

(End of chapter)