Basking in the sun, why don't you say that you are eating and eating out?

However, no matter whether Ren Song came out to bask in the sun or came out to eat, his appearance gave a shot in the arm to the more than 10,000 candidates present.

Ren Song, Ren Butcher, Ren Vice President, this is a living legend. Oh, by the way, what did the wooden sacrificial wine call Ren Vice President just now?

Uncle Ren! The ancestors are on top, and it turns out that the martial arts department is the most powerful department in Qingyang Academy. Many candidates' eyes lit up and they looked extremely excited.

"Alright, everyone get ready, let's start building the dream right away. Mu Sen didn't dwell on the question of whether Ren Song was basking in the sun, after all, this question didn't make any sense, and it mattered.

Hearing Mu Sen's words, many candidates who were originally excited quieted down, and then began to adjust their state in order to achieve their best.

"Leng Nan, you can start. Seeing that the needle drop in the martial arts field could be heard, Mu Sen turned his head and said to Leng Nan Huaiyun.

Leng Nan Huaiyun nodded slightly, and then she hugged her hands, and Yaoqin reappeared.

Bite~

Like the breeze through the bamboo forest, like a light rain falling on the eaves, crisp, pleasant and with a hint of mist.

Boom~

So at the same time, a yellow bell drum was like thunder on the ground, like a clear stream.

The outside of the house is soft, and the inside of the house is high. Light and heavy intersected, soft and fierce harmony, and suddenly a strange rhythm resounded throughout the martial arts system, the void rippled, and the ground gushed with golden springs. There are Zhilan luxuriant, the birds flying, and the Nine Heavens Avenue points directly to the world.

That's nice. Some candidates murmured.

"It's a good ball, it's all an illusion. Hearing the examinees' whispers, Mu Sen said. Don't look at the fact that the martial arts department is moving so much now, it looks like a fairyland divine court, but it's actually all a bubble. Yes, everything is a bubble. This is an illusion created by Leng Nan Huaiyun and An Luo.

"The illusion is quite powerful, but is it still lacking to introduce us into the dream?" However, not all candidates are confused, after all, among the more than 10,000 candidates, there is no lack of Jindan period. Wanting to confuse them with illusions alone, An Luo and Leng Nan Huaiyun were almost on fire.

So what to do?

That's a good question.

"Shoot, old man!" Mu Sen whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

Suddenly, the god of mussels sits in the palace, and the big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

The already undulating sound of the piano seemed to have been injected with new power, and countless fierce horses galloped, and the grandeur was fierce and vigorous. The wind blew through the pine valley, and the tyrannical sound reached the sky.

Countless candidates were pale under this sound, and the creaking of their teeth was not known. Just when many candidates were about to endure it, the passionate sound of the piano suddenly eased down, and the breeze blew the orchids of the hollow valley, and there was a fragrant wilderness. The clear stream bypasses the pure white snow lotus, and there is rui qi into smoke.

At this time, whether it is the condensation period or the Jindan period, they all fall into an illusion and cannot extricate themselves.

Mu Sen's eyes at this time were like the scorching sun in the sky, and the immeasurable brilliance swept over all the martial artists, and after seeing that there was no accident, he nodded lightly to Leng Nan Huaiyun.

Leng Nan Huaiyun stroked the piano with his hand, and the rhythm changed again, like a golden iron horse, bleeding and drifting, and the beacon fire was full of slaughter.

"The assessment has begun!"

Mu Sen's voice did not fall, and he was also led to the dream, but unlike many candidates, he and Wei Ling and the others were in the perspective of God, and they could watch everyone's performance at the same time. In front of Mu Sen, Wei Ling and the others were 11,200 mirrors, and at this time, in these more than 10,000 mirrors, they were all the same picture.

......

"General, what should we do!" It was a battlefield full of blood, and countless dead bodies were densely packed, like stones scattered on the beach. From time to time, thunder and lightning flashed in the inky black sky, and the occasional light could illuminate the soldiers who spoke.

The soldier looked imposing, but the scar that crossed the left side of his face made his might seem somewhat strange. He was dressed in a tattered black iron armor, a helmet with feathers was caught under his left rib, and in his right hand he held a standard spear with a bloody head, and the long tassel that should have fallen was long gone, apparently after a brutal battle.

"Huh?" Li Zhuo looked at the soldiers in front of him, with a confused expression, what the hell is this? No, what kind of dream is this? He looked around and found that on this tragic battlefield, there were only himself and more than a hundred soldiers with different injuries around him.

"General, what are you doing in a daze? What should we do?" Seeing that his own general fell silent, the soldier with a leopard's head and ears shouted again.

"What to do?" Miyajima asked, looking at the soldier who was reporting back to him, a little confused.

"General, have you lost your memory?" said the soldier with a leopard head and ears to Chen Dashuai who was in a daze.

"You call me General?" was shouted by the leopard-headed and ring-eared soldiers, and Chen Dashuai finally came back to his senses. Looking at the soldier with a fierce aura in front of him, and then at the other more than a hundred other soldiers who were also full of sharpness, Chen Dashuai's heart fluctuated slightly.

I'm on the battlefield! I'm a general!

"General, what do you want? The group of miscellaneous people of the Hundred Clans is about to catch up, what should we do?" The leopard-headed and ring-eared soldier's face was so anxious that large drops of sweat slowly flowed down.

"Tell me about the current situation immediately!" After a brief loss of consciousness, Li Zhuo quickly entered the state. Now this situation is obviously the task scenario that Mu Sen said. And if you want to complete the task, you must figure out the specific situation, know the other and know yourself, in order to survive a hundred battles.

"Yes, General! Our Terran army and the Hundred Tribes coalition army fought in a melee, and after a few days of bloody battles, the enemy was defeated and retreated, and after the commander ordered our troops to break off, we fought a series of bloody battles, and the enemy was blocked for three days and three nights, and the army had successfully evacuated, leaving only one battalion of wounded soldiers who had not yet jumped out of the pursuit circle. Now that the pursuers are still half an hour away from us, we hope that the general will make a decision as soon as possible. ”

Continue to hold back the enemy and buy time for the wounded battalion. Miyajima said without thinking. Since the chief manager has issued the task of breaking the rear, that is, the whole regiment will die in battle, and it will also drag the footsteps of the hundred clans.

"But General, there is a Terran gathering point not far from us. ”

"What? You're saying that if we don't come to the rescue, they'll be torn to shreds by the Hundred Tribes. But if we want to go to the rescue, we will deviate from the main road and let go of the route of the hundred tribes to pursue the wounded barracks. Chen Dashuai's eyes widened and he shouted loudly.

"That is, either choose the wounded barracks or choose the Terran gathering point. Li Zhuo forced himself to remain calm, but his dry voice still exposed the waves of worship in his heart.

Wounded barracks or Terran gathering points? Eleven thousand twenty-four candidates are all in the oven.

Who to choose?