With the echo of the vast sky sound.

The story of the Ming Wen Monument's quota spread throughout the Primitive Star Gate.

In addition, the corresponding rules for registering within three days is limited to three days, expired, and the corresponding rules for quota competition after half a star year show the preciousness and rareness of quota, which almost makes everyone feel stressed.

All kinds of things in the world are just like this.

The emotions that are urgent, anxious, expectant, yearning, and cannot be counted take root and grow, and then sprout and brew deep in the hearts of all soul practitioners.

It seems like a sign of a storm coming!

It's like the empty prospect of a volcano erupting!

It was like the silent sound of the sky falling and the earth shattered!

This primitive battle that has not yet begun is simply a battle between dragons and tigers, and a hundred boats, and is destined to cause a sensation in the entire primitive star gate and even affect the torch area.

This is true, and the primitive geniuses are brewing fighting spirit.

Hengsha genius and preparatory level cultivation genius were all looking up at the Primitive Star Gate, waiting for the primitive battle to begin. Even the Taichu Star Gate that went up further was chatting and amazement.

As we all know, how rare is the original genius.

Every primitive genius has the terrible qualification to look down on an era, almost sweeping away the peers of ancient countries!

However, because the hall gathers the core of the human race, there are more primitive geniuses, but this cannot deny the excellence of any primitive genius... This battle covers all primitive geniuses who practice soul thoughts, which is equivalent to a small half of the primitive star gate. It can be imagined that the battle will have a grand occasion!

...

The original star gate is full of discussion sounds everywhere.

"What are you thinking about, do you participate?"

"Of course I have to participate! My strength can only be considered to be medium or above, and I can't get a quota. But I can't participate in the life genes, and it's all about the direction of my soul. Maybe I can seize a glimmer of opportunity."

"Okay, okay, let's sign up together."

These are two powerful geniuses exchanges.

As for those who are among the top 100 in the Primitive Star Gate, these geniuses are already sure that they are going to participate in the battle and get a place to comprehend the Ming Wen Monument.

In other words.

People with strong strength and extremely strong strength do not need to worry.

The weaker primitive genius struggled and wandered between a dilemma, with hesitation, unwillingness, and even subtle emotions... no one wants to act as the behind-the-scenes role.

The brightness of flowers is set off by green leaves.

People only see the beauty of flowers, but never hear the decay of green leaves.

“Are you going to participate?”

"I want to give it a try."

“Are you going to participate?”

"I want to think about it for a while. Anyway, it's a limited time of three days, so what should I worry about?"

“Are you going to participate?”

"No. The specific charter for the battle has not been announced yet, but the quota has been allocated... The original genius at the Starlight level and Henggong level are divided into five quotas for comprehending. I belong to the relatively weak Henggong level and are destined to have nothing to do with the quota. Even if I win two or three times by chance, what's the point? At least 100,000 primitive geniuses will participate!"

...

At all times, everyone makes a choice.

Some of them gave up directly, some were full of fighting spirit, and some were cruel and fearless. Many primitive geniuses who had been in seclusion for many years rushed to the famous teacher's pavilion to sign up for this battle.

At the same time, the starry sky is full of Gemini stars.

The manor is located on a light-heat burst, with a blazing white light-heat light-heat mask. The manor temperature is normal, and occasionally there are strange flowers and plants blooming in full bloom, as if they are full of vitality.

It is exactly the Qingyou Manor where Han Dong is located.

"The Monument of the Underworld."

“It is a huge benefit to the soul’s mind.”

A soft whisper echoed in the main hall, and Han Dong's eyes flashed with a deep ray of contemplation.

There was no movement in the main hall. There was a strange juice on the edge of the table. Two or three chairs were casually placed between the round table and the sofa, empty and a little wide.

Han Dong wants to participate in this battle.

Han Dong even wanted to obtain a quota for the meditation of the Mingwen Monument.

Although I first entered the Primitive Star Gate, although I don’t understand what the Ming Wen Monument is and why the quota of understanding is so rare and precious, do I still need a reason to yearn for it? Simple and simple reasons, without extra fancy retelling.

"but."

"The utility of the Ming Wen Monument has not been announced in detail."

Han Dong thought about it for a while, flipped through the list of known information, and then asked the intelligent core Beibeili. But after struggling for a long time, he still didn't know what the benefits of Mingwen Monument was.

What's going on?

Such important information was actually missed?

Han Dong frowned and shook his head. It seemed that he could only ask Huangquan. Huangquan must know the top ten strongest people in the Primitive Star Gate.

Suddenly.

Beibeili appeared: "Master, I know why you don't know!"

"..." Han Dong's face turned dark: "Just forget it if you say tongue twister, you are pretending to be big tongue."

(?ì_í?)

Beibeili turned into a phantom, her ears trembled like a rabbit, and she stretched: "Anyone who has the opportunity to compete for a place has basically been practicing in the Primitive Star Gate for a long time, with a deeper qualification, and of course she knows the Monument of Mingwen. And the master is just a first time, no one would have thought that you would actually want to participate in the battle, and even try to get a place to comprehend!"

Hearing this.

Han Dong suddenly realized and almost clapped his hands and admired him. He thought what Beibeili said was reasonable.

But... delusion, attempt... why did these two words appear from Beibeili's mouth sound so awkward? Han Dong looked at Beibeili with expressionless expression.

“T^T ~”

Beibeili whined: "To be honest, I'm hated by my master nowadays!" Then it shrank into a fluffy white ball and dissipated in the center of the main hall.

Seeing this scene, Han Dong couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

If Beibeili was not by his side, he would have come to such a strange primitive star gate and his feelings of loneliness and discomfort in his heart would have increased greatly. It is always great to have a companion, even if this Beibeili is often unreliable.

"But, even Beibeili, how can I understand my strength?" Han Dong sighed in dismay, and was stunned for a while. He felt melancholy from the bottom of his heart and looked at the blazing stars outside the main hall.

That's so majestic.

That's so brilliant.

His pupils reflected the sun, and he turned around halfway and sat slowly on the sofa next to him: "Accustomed to the peaceful and quiet cultivation environment, I am almost forgetting the long-clogged madness. Anyway, the supreme existence of the human race has seen the traces of my fate, so there is no need to hide it."

Besides.

Han Dong’s strongest thing is always the soul!

The gray-white airflow and madness are most likely just products catalyzed by the soul.

The sofa was soft and gentle, as if it was piled up with white, tender, soft and smooth little rabbits, making Han Dong feel comfortable and close his eyes and empty his head. He was afraid that he would be so idle after half a day of leisure.

The main hall is quiet, no one disturbs, no movement.

Only the Gemini stars on both sides shine with the blazing sunlight, reminding Han Dong that this is the primitive star gate of the human hall, not the shared bedroom with Xiaomeng Children's Shoes.

"It's almost done."

Han Dong took a breath and slowly exhaled.

Repress the sorrow of thoughts.

He shook his left hand, then clenched his five fingers a little, as if he was in charge of power: "The Ming Wen Monument, which made many primitive geniuses excited and crazy, must have miraculous effects, perhaps beyond my imagination."

Since he came to the ancient hall and entered the original star gate of the Turbulent Area, Han Dong has understood how narrow his horizon in the Milky Way had been, and at the same time he fully realized the high-end, atmospheric and high-end quality of the human core.

All-inclusive! Everything!

So.

Primitive geniuses who should have been commonplace all compete for a place to comprehend. Obviously, the Mingwen Monument is also a top-level cultivation environment in the Taichu Star Gate, and it is indeed extraordinary.

"That's it." Han Dong slapped his right palm on his left fist, smashing out a thunder spark, and a deep golden red flashed in his eyes: "There should be many people who are signing up for it now, and it's quite congested."

Waiting in line?

Han Dong didn't have this intention.

It is better to practice than to waste time.

"Go to go on the third day, practice first." Han Dong shook his daily short sleeves, sewed his and Zhang Meng's names on the cuffs, glanced at them, and gently grabbed Kong Kong's left palm to the side.

He sat on the sofa.

The kiwi juice on the edge of the round table was automatically filled with crystal cups and flew towards Handong.
To be continued...