Avenue Stowaway

In the large stone hall, many monks stood in front of the stone walls around them, looking at the silver trial list on the stone walls. In the center of the stone hall, there was a six-foot wide and ten-foot high golden list floating, which was the gold trial list. At this time, there were no monks in front of the gold trial list, because the gold trial list was empty, without a single name.

Obviously, after more than a month, no one has been able to make it onto the gold list of the trial. Of course, it is also possible that some powerful monks are lurking in the dark and are not in a hurry to take action. They may be venturing in some dangerous places, waiting for the last few days of the trial, and then come out to find others and snatch their treasures to improve their rankings.

According to past experience, when the trial is about to end, the ranking changes will become very frequent. The person who was at the top of the ranking the moment before may drop to the bottom of the list the next moment, or even fall off the list.

As the rankings dropped, some naturally rose. Some monks quietly rose in the rankings, which did not attract attention at first, but by the time the representatives from various forces noticed, those monks had probably already climbed to the top 20.

Until the last moment, the ranking on the Trial Gold List could change at any time. It is precisely because of the unpredictability of the ranking on the Trial Gold List that it attracts a large number of monks to gamble every time, and sometimes even leads to two forces gambling against each other.

Xi Donglin's faction was called Lanjing Mountain. At this moment, in front of the silver list of the trial of Lanjing Mountain, there stood two Mingshen Realm cultivators, one tall and one short. These two cultivators were the cultivators in charge of the test of Lanjing Mountain this time.

The tall monk had a stern face and looked cold. The short monk was just the opposite, with a smile on his face at all times. Because he was shorter and had gained two pounds of weight, he looked like Maitreya Buddha when he smiled.

Hanging on the stone wall in front of the two people was the silver list of the trial belonging to Lanjing Mountain.

The Silver Trial List is smaller than the Gold Trial List, only six feet high and three feet wide. However, the number of people who can appear on the Silver Trial List can reach one hundred, which is twice as many as the Gold Trial List.

Two Mingshen Realm monks, one tall and one short, stood in front of the stone wall. On the silver trial list hanging on the stone wall, more than thirty names had already appeared.

Although the requirements for the Trial Silver List are low, not everyone can appear on the Trial Silver List. Only those who have obtained treasures can appear on it. Of course, if the treasure obtained is too bad, even if there are still many places on the Trial Silver List, it is impossible to appear on it.

Looking at the thirty names on the trial silver list, the tall monk frowned slightly and his face became even colder.

"They are all a bunch of rubbish. It's been more than a month, and only thirty people have made it onto the silver list." The tall cultivator said angrily, "If this situation continues, no one may be able to make it onto the gold list this time. That would be too embarrassing. If this is the result, I will definitely not let those little bastards go when I return to the sect."

The youngest among Xi Donglin and his group were already several hundred years old, while the oldest were even one or two thousand years old. However, in the eyes of this tall Mingshen realm cultivator, they had all become useless little bastards.

The short monk who looked like Maitreya Buddha was a little worried, but he still had a faint smile on his face. "Don't worry, only half of the time has passed. There is still a lot of time left. Their results will definitely improve."

"I hope so, otherwise I won't let them off easily." The tall monk snorted coldly, his face still cold, without any change.

The short monk shook his head helplessly and could only smile bitterly.

"Oh, your Lanjingshan's performance is pretty good. Thirty people have already made it onto the silver list. This is really cause for celebration."

Suddenly, a slightly frivolous voice came from the side. Hearing this sudden voice, the tall monk's face suddenly became even colder. Even the short monk who had always been smiling had a slight change on his face.

The two men turned their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw two monks in sleeveless vests walking over with a smile. The muscles on the exposed arms of these two monks did not look as high and bulging as Qiu Shan's, which looked very exaggerated, but the muscles on their arms were clearly defined, as if they were pieced together piece by piece.

"Longwu!" The short monk's heart sank. The Iron Fist Sect was one of the sects he disliked the most. People from the Iron Fist Sect were as strong as monsters, and their behavior was also similar to that of monsters, very rude.

"Longwu, why do you come to our place if you are not keeping an eye on the silver list of your Iron Fist Sect?" the short monk asked with a smile.

While speaking, the short monk quickly glanced at the stone wall a few feet away, where the silver list of the Iron Fist Sect was hung. After a quick glance, the short monk was suddenly shocked. There were already 32 people on the silver list of the Iron Fist Sect, which was two more than their Lanjing Mountain.

"You are not welcome here!" The tall and cold monk directly drove them away. He disliked the people from the Iron Fist Sect and expressed it directly without hiding it in his heart.

Long Wu glanced at the tall monk. He didn't look angry, but his words were not so polite. "This is a trial site, not your Lanjing Mountain. You can come, why can't I come?" Long Wu's face suddenly turned cold, and he sneered, "Oh, I understand."

Long Wu pointed at the silver list of Lan Jing Mountain, and said with a look of sudden enlightenment, "You don't want others to come here because you feel too embarrassed that there are too few disciples on the silver list of your Lan Jing Mountain, and you are afraid of being seen by others, right?"

The smile on the short monk's face suddenly disappeared, and he said in a deep voice: "Longwu, are you here to cause trouble on purpose?"

Long Wu shook his head. "No, no, I was just looking around and happened to come across you. Tsk tsk, you Lanjing Mountain can actually have 30 people on the silver list. This result is actually quite good."

He said it well, but anyone who heard it could hear the sarcasm in Longwu's words.

Lan Jing Shan and Tie Quan Men were next to each other in the silver list of the trial, so it was easy to compare them every time. In the last trial, Lan Jing Shan had always suppressed Tie Quan Men, which made the people of Tie Quan Men very angry. In the past three years, the spiritual transformation cultivators in Tie Quan Men had improved their cultivation one after another, and now, those disciples who had improved their cultivation did not disappoint Long Wu and were on the silver list.

Seeing that the number of people on his side on the list was two more than that of Lan Jingmen, Longwu naturally couldn't wait any longer and immediately ran over to avenge the grudge from three years ago.

There was a cold light in the tall monk's eyes. If they were not in the stone hall at this moment, the tall monk would have been unable to help but take action.

"Don't glare at me." Long Wu looked at the tall monk and smiled disdainfully, "Even if you glare at me again, your results will not catch up with mine."

The Lan Jing Sect was indeed suppressed by the Iron Fist Sect. Although the tall and short monks were angry, they had no means to fight back.

Just as the two were about to swallow their anger and wait for a comeback, they would return the words to Longwu twice as much and then ridicule him harshly.

Suddenly, both the tall monk and the short monk were stunned for a moment, and both of them looked towards the Silver List of the Iron Fist Sect a few feet away.

Longwu used the silver list to mock them, so the two of them could not help but look at the results of the Iron Fist Sect. But suddenly, the tall monk and the short monk were shocked to find that the number of people from the Iron Fist Sect who were originally on the list was 32, but in the blink of an eye, there were only 31 left.

“Humph!” The short cultivator snorted in his heart, but a smile reappeared on his face. “Our Lanjing Sect disciples are indeed a little inferior, but no matter how inferior they are, they are not like the disciples of some sects. They have already made it to the silver list, but their treasures were robbed and they were directly dropped out of the silver list. Tsk tsk, their strength is really strong.”

Hearing the words of the short monk, the tall monk, who had a cold expression on his face, rarely showed a smile.

Long Wu and his fellow apprentice beside him were stunned. They were proudly ridiculing Lan Jingmen's two opponents, but when they suddenly heard these words, they were unable to react for a moment.

A second later, Long Wu and the other two quickly understood what the short monk meant. Their faces changed at the same time, and they turned to look at the silver list on their side. When they saw that the number of people on the silver list suddenly changed from 32 to 31, their faces turned livid. They had just laughed at the people of Lan Jingmen, but now it was like being slapped hard in the face, burning.

"What's going on?" Long Wu growled in anger. (To be continued.)