As long as there are enough vests, the plot can't kill me

"I say, you old immortal, how many of you died this time?"

"Less than 30%, old ghost, how about you?"

"We are better than last time, about 40%."

"Bullshit, do you think I'm blind? Your Qianjie Foundation Building Team didn't score a single point. It's obvious that they are all dead, okay?"

"Get lost, you bastard. Who said that if you can't score, you're doomed?"

In a special space somewhere in the Boundary Sea, the chief leaders of the Qianjie and Lijie sides, two old foxes from an unknown realm, were having a pleasant conversation facing a large rock.

As the two parties in this trial, they did not seem to be jealous of each other like enemies. Instead, their relationship was as harmonious as that of old friends.

When death has become the norm, what is more terrifying than getting used to it is the mutual ridicule.

The question "How many people died today" was asked in a light-hearted and humorous tone. Seeing such a weird scene, even the knowledgeable Lin Xiao would probably feel a chill in his heart.

These two people are really too calm.

It's not the kind of calmness that reveals indifference, but the kind of calmness that hides all emotions and turns them into wrinkles on the face.

It's the sadness of being at the mercy of others and feeling helpless.

"You old man, this time, our Qianjie probably has no hope. If you leave the world and get double the number of places, in the future, can you ..."

After a moment of silence, the old man who spoke first spoke again, but stopped his unreasonable request at the last moment.

"Tsk, old ghost, why are you so shy when you are about to die?"

The other person gave a cold scold, then put away the smile on his face and turned away silently.

"Old ghost, I can't make the decision on other things, but my Qi family disciples will never kill all of you in Qianjie in the future."

After receiving such a generous promise, the old man, who was called Laogui, bowed secretly and said, "Thank you."

Seeing this, the 'Old Immortal' dodged immediately, feeling very upset.

I never thought that the proud old ghost would have to beg for help one day...

Alas, after so many years, Qianjie is still paying off debt to a madman. When will it end?

"Old ghost, take it easy. Maybe next time, your world will produce a genius who can make up for the losses you made before... I ****, you old ****, ****"

A series of foul language uttered like a thunderstorm, and the old man stared at the flashing stone tablet in front of him, wiping his eyes over and over again.

Crazy, the scorestone is broken.

How is it possible that there would be such a thing as a perfect score?

"You old devil, you are such a ruthless person, you are playing this trick on me?"

Of course the scoring stone couldn't be wrong, so it could only be that bastard Laogui who was playing dirty tricks.

When he thought of how this man had just been humble and pretending to worry about the future of the Qian world, the old man almost vomited out his last meal.

It’s so infuriating!

The old ghost was immersed in his own thoughts and had no idea what was going on, let alone looking at the zeros on the stone slab.

"what happened?"

"What's wrong? You idiot, you dare to ask what's wrong? Come on, open your dog eyes and take a look. What's going on?"

Two old guys with gray beards started fighting on the spot. The ferocious one grabbed the other one by the collar and pressed him in front of the scoreboard.

"You old bastard, are you trying to make fun of me... Hey, I'm really, ****, this, this, this, the stone is broken? Damn it, ****"

Lao Gui's reaction was exactly the same as that of his old friend. He also started with a string of muted words and then began rubbing his eyes over and over again.

How could a bunch of greenhorns get full marks in the first round?

Is it the kid from the Wu family who is hiding his talents?

impossible.

So, it can only be that the stone is broken, right?

"Old ghost, we won't be done until this matter is made clear."

The old man was stunned by his old friend's reaction, but having just stepped into a big pit before, he would never dare to trust this bastard again.

"You old fool, even though I really want to believe this result, I can't believe it even if I die. There must be something wrong with this stone."

"Get lost! Even if you are dead, there is no way there will be a problem with the Heavenly Stone. Tell me, do you still want to hide it after all this?"

The scores for the first level have been calculated, indicating that the second trial is about to begin. There is no need to hide any backup plans.

Lao Gui certainly understood this principle, but he couldn't figure out who among that group of foundation-building kids had this ability.

To put it bluntly, they are just a bunch of people who are just making up the numbers. Even if you pick a general from among the short people, no one can wear the general's hat after removing their heads.

"Haha, it's fine that the world envoys usually don't like us, but now even a broken stone is trying to fool me. I'm going to settle the score with them."

The old ghost, who was certain that the world envoy was deliberately disgusting people, walked with heroic and high-spirited steps, ready to find the Shura clan here to ask for an explanation.

At the same time, it can also be regarded as a way to vent the depression accumulated over the years before dying.

"Old ghost, are you serious?" Seeing his old friend's full momentum, the old immortal's eyes were full of suspicion.

"Hmph, don't worry about this. Do you really think I'm made of mud? I've been bullied to this extent. If I continue to put up with it, I'll be a coward."

call out!

Before he finished speaking, the old ghost had disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, there was an ear-piercing scream and a huge noise coming from outside.

Seeing the old ghost going up and using his ultimate skill without saying a word, with an attitude of not caring about his life, the old immortal finally believed it.

With a bit of curiosity and inquiry, he carefully examined the large gray stone in front of him, and always felt that it was a little unreal.

Can the stone that has existed for an unpredictable period of time also break?

However, at this moment, the white light on the stone flashed again, and the Qian Realm, which was originally only ten thousand points, suddenly jumped to one hundred thousand.

Now that the facts were laid out before his eyes, the old man finally gave up.

"It's really bad. Even if there really is a monster in the Qian Realm, it's impossible for him to get a perfect score right at the beginning of the Trial Tower. Hahaha, there's no way such a hell of a thing could happen. It's really bad, really bad!"

Even though the truth was hard to believe, he finally let out a long sigh and his demeanor returned to normal and calm.

Sympathy is sympathy, but the two sides are in opposite positions after all.

There are only so many places for ascension. If one more is taken in the Qian Realm, one less will be left in the Li Realm.

Every cultivator who ascends to the real world is of vital importance to the major virtual worlds.

The virtual world has used all its resources to cultivate the most outstanding young generation, allowing them to fight for a place in ascension in the trials.

Those cultivators who have obtained the opportunity to ascend to heaven must give back to their hometown and repay this karma after they have established themselves in the real world.

The virtual world, the younger generation, and the ascenders actually have a mutually beneficial relationship among the three.

In this mode, the virtual world can receive continuous nourishment.

The younger generation who perform outstandingly in the trial can directly jump out of the cage of the virtual world once they pass the Cleansing Pool.

As for the monks who have obtained the opportunity to ascend, they have broken through the shackles of the world's ceiling and are free to leap into the vast ocean.

Thinking of this, the old man thought to himself that he must sincerely apologize to his old friend later, as his voice just now seemed a bit loud.

Soon, the noise subsided and the old ghost came back with two swollen eyes and a blood-red body.

After going in and out, not only was he injured, but the aura emanating from his body also inexplicably weakened.

"Old ghost, are you okay?" The old man didn't notice anything unusual about his old friend and asked with concern.

"It's okay, I won't die for the time being."

Lao Gui avoided the other person's gaze unnaturally and tried to respond in a calm tone, which was quite difficult to endure.

The stone is not broken, the score is real...

Until now, he still felt like he was dreaming and felt that he was being cast under an illusion by the Supreme Being.

"Old ghost, you are not right, what happened?"

"Nothing, just a fight. I won't die for now."

Lao Gui waved his hand and stated a fact with great ease.

His eyes, avoiding eye contact, inadvertently swept across the refreshed scorestone, and then could not move away.

*!

Ten, one hundred thousand, how many places is this worth?

"Old, old immortal, this, this, when did this change happen?"

"Oh, just now. Why didn't the envoy tell you?"

The old immortal had already sensed that something was wrong, and his tone became strangely dangerous.

"No, we were having a great time, who would have time to pay attention to this, don't you think? Haha..."

The old ghost's voice became lower and lower, and his last awkward laugh completely turned into a bitter smile under the other party's death gaze.

"You old fool, listen to me..."

boom!

The old immortal was ruthless and didn't say much. He just kicked the man away, then instantly used his ultimate skill and chased after the man and beat him.

"Say it, I told you to say it, say it, you ****"

puff!

Lao Gui had just fought a fierce battle with King Shura and was already in bad shape. He also felt a little guilty at this moment.

Facing the furious old immortal, he could only barely defend himself, and blood spurted out bowl after bowl like it was free.

"Pretend, keep pretending. If I continue to believe you, I'd be an idiot."

"Old buddy, I'm still confused. Please stop for a while until I figure out what's going on. Even if you want to kill me, I won't fight back. Okay?"

Having said this, the old man had almost vented his anger and stopped.

After a while, the two men, one in red and one in white, stood in front of the stone slab that was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary, as if nothing had happened.

No matter how you look at it or study it, the number of 100,000 at the top is so eye-catching.

Apart from this, the trial scores of other realms are all normal.

"Old ghost, you really don't know?"

"You know shit! If I find out that some bastard has hidden something and deliberately comes here to scare me, I'll make their whole family carry shit for me!"