Chapter 492 (1/2)

”Everybody, I think it's almost time!”

At the head of a row of hanging benches in the sky, the bright and shining man who lost the devil Kingdom swept his eyes into the crowd of wanchongyan, and then looked at the people of other interstellar forces.

When they heard him, they nodded softly.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man got up slowly, his hands were behind his back, and his eyes swept down. The sound of uproar on the top of the mountain immediately stopped. All the eyes looked at him in awe.

The middle-aged man who looks up with respect is also a kind of light looking up.

”I'm Zhao Dingshu, the deacon of the demon kingdom.”

The voice of the middle-aged man thundered in the ears of all.

”First of all, congratulations on coming to wanchongyan to prove that your strength has reached the qualification of being accepted as a disciple by us! In the next star wars, you are only qualified to participate in the star wars

Said here, Zhao Dingshu's face raised a trace of arrogance and complacency.

”So far, it has been four consecutive bloody lists,” Chu Lin also killed tianwuzhou of Yanhai planet! ”

”He killed ye FeiJin from the star territory of bone etching!”

Everyone's eyes are strange. At the moment, no one is laughing at Chu Lin's wild background, because Chu Lin's achievements have far exceeded them!

Ignoring a kind of awe, Chu Lin's figure moved slightly and landed on the square in the center of wanchongyan, his hands slightly hanging on his legs.

”Purple Mars, purple moon!”

On the top of the mountain, there was another uproar. The eyes fell on the slender figure of purple moon. There was a competitor in the second wild area!

Chu Lin looked at the purple moon coming gently, eyebrows slightly raised, ”you are actually a wild area, I thought you were the dead blood devil star's person!”

Purple moon smile, purple eyes produced a touch of sadness, ”home is gone, how can there be a dead blood demon star...”

on the suspended bench, the old man with sword bag looked at the tiny figure below, touched his beard and said with a faint smile: ”I haven't seen any good seedlings in the wild area for so many years, and they even appear two at a time!”

Beside him, the old man of tianwuzong also gave a faint smile, and his eyes towards Chu Lin were full of appreciation.

Zhao Dingshu's name list did not finish reading. His finger was in the air. The light curtain turned back a page, and a lonely name fell on the list.

Zhao Dingshu stares at the light curtain's eyes slightly a wrinkle, then, just slowly read out.