early morning.

The mist is hazy.

A group of monks appeared on the edge of the city.

In order to avoid being discovered by monsters, many people apply medicinal powder and use amulets to abate their breath.

The leader was surprisingly Su Ye.

She took one last glance at the towering mountain peaks and the city, then turned around without hesitation: "Let's go!"

As a maid, Xiaorui naturally followed closely behind her.

In addition, there are the guards of Qingdanfang and the casual cultivators who have gathered during this period.

These casual cultivators are not haphazardly put together, but each has their own unique skills. They can be said to be the last elite in the market.

Some of them were carrying bamboo baskets, some were carrying poles, and some were pushing wooden carts. They looked very much like refugees fleeing.

In fact, it seems to be about the same...

"Grandpa...are we really leaving?"

Ding Hongxiu was carrying a large baggage, which was mostly filled with ready-made dry food, and the pastries made from Lingmi exuded an alluring aroma.

"Go! Must go!"

Ding Bushan was carrying two baskets, which contained brewed spiritual wine and other sundries.

Storage bags are rare in the world of cultivating immortals. Even monks who have perfected their Qi practice don't have one.

Moreover, the capacity is mostly about one or two cubic meters. Unless transporting some precious items, bulk commodity transportation still requires the establishment of a caravan carrying spirit beasts.

In this wasteland, major chambers of commerce have a huge market and each has a prominent reputation. They have been operating for many years, accumulated credibility, and made a lot of money.

This escape team did not have enough storage bags, so they could only carry them on their shoulders. Fortunately, they were all immortal cultivators. Their bodies had been tempered by spiritual energy, and were nourished and restored by various talismans and elixirs, so they would not be paralyzed by fatigue.

Suddenly, there was some commotion behind the team.

"Is there a monster?"

"No, damn bastard, there is a monster hunter who attracts monsters and wants to die together..."

"Kill them!"

When the commotion came, Ding Bushan grabbed the pole with one hand and the gourd ritual weapon with the other hand, and comforted his granddaughter: "Don't be afraid, the guard will take care of it."

Don’t worry about scarcity, but worry about inequality!

It is impossible for Su Ye to save everyone. The bigger the team, the more likely it is to attract powerful monsters!

Therefore, the escape team she selected has been much streamlined.

This resulted in the remaining loose cultivators being dissatisfied and even causing trouble.

During this period, many people have been suppressed and killed, but there are still some who want to follow from afar, and some have gone crazy and are ready to die together.

"die!"

Han Qingyun controls a middle-grade flying sword weapon, and his cultivation has reached the middle stage of Qi training.

This is the result of the last time he was born and died, Su Ye rewarded him with a level-breaking elixir, and his skills improved greatly.

He and several other guards worked together, and with a flash of green light on the flying sword, he chopped off a monk's head.

"Hmph, even though I'm just in the early stage of Qi training, I'm here to die!"

A monk next to him sneered.

When Han Qingyun saw this scene, he couldn't help but remain silent.

The other party just wants to live...

Not long after, the team set off again.

Together with Hua Feiyue, he took one last look at Fangshi.

"Sister Hua, are you thinking about that fellow Taoist Fang?"

Han Qingyun suddenly asked.

"Yes... I went back and looked, and the place was in ruins, and I don't know where the young master has gone... That's all, these are troubled times, and life is like duckweed..."

Hua Feiyue sighed a little, and finally looked back.

As if it was an illusion, she seemed to see a puppet bird standing on the treetops, silently watching the group of people leave.

"Are you leaving?"

In the cave, Fang Xing controlled the puppet machine bird and watched the team drift away and finally disappear into the dense forest...

Without this last elite group, Qinglinfang City suddenly became dead, with only the occasional roar of beasts still there.

"Even if there are still some dead ones, after these craftsmen leave, I'm afraid they will no longer be able to survive..."

Fang Xing sighed.

He had seized the last bit of free time and traded the spiritual stones in his hands with other monks to make a large reserve.

Not only that, but several warehouses have been arranged inside and outside Fang City. With the resources of Young Eagle Star, we can be sure to survive the long period of time ahead.

After all, it is still unknown whether those golden elixir masters will come.

What's more... maybe the other party will give up.

When the time comes, Fang Xing will be waiting to be promoted to location, and even martial arts golden elixir, and then cross the land of life and waste on his own.

"However... there will definitely be more and more monsters in Fang City in the future. After all, it is a place with abundant spiritual energy, which will automatically attract nearby monsters to gather, and even give birth to some heavenly materials and earthly treasures. Without monks to kill monsters, there will definitely be

Will multiply..."

"Staying here will become more and more troublesome. It's better to go to the temporary camp... It's a pity that this cave is full of spiritual energy."

He was quite reluctant to part with the environment here and the hot springs.

"However, I don't have time here recently... Over at Young Eagle Star, the Hundred-Star Joint Entrance Examination is about to begin. If you make a splash, you will receive more attention, and it will be more difficult to travel here in the future..."

…

Time is like water.

In June, the heat is scorching.

Yucai High School.

Fang Xing stood on the playground with other high school sophomores. They were all young and beautiful, with figures as tall as pine and powerful.

On the rostrum, Principal Lu Guangming was rarely seen in formal attire, with a serious look on his face: "Students, the Hundred-Star Joint Entrance Examination will begin tomorrow. I hope you can perform exceptionally well and prove yourself..."

"As for grades, there is no need to force it. I will be very happy if one student enters the third round."

…

It must be said that Lu Guangming's words were not meant to boost morale, but to undermine it.

"What does it mean to be happy as long as one student enters the third round?"

Fang Xing looked at the classmates on his left and right. Not surprisingly, were he talking about himself?

"Don't you know? This time there are three rounds of the Hundred Stars Joint Examination... The first round is the unified examination of cultural subjects, and the second round is the joint examination of martial arts on their own planet... Only students who meet the comprehensive score can participate in the final round.

Three rounds of assessment!”

Ouyang Qianqian lowered her voice and said: "If you are unlucky, maybe not one student in our entire grade will make it to the final assessment..."

Because in the Hundred Stars Joint Entrance Examination there is the 'Youlin Star' that is obviously over the standard, so in the last round of the Hundred Stars Joint Entrance Examination, basically more than half of the places come from this planet.

If you are unlucky, it is really possible that you will get nothing.

"It's not like...how many people will be taken in the third round this time?"

Fang Xing asked curiously.

"Ten thousand people every time!" Ouyang Qianqian replied affirmatively.

"Even if Young Lin Star occupies 5,000 places, the remaining 5,000 places will be divided into 99 planets... Well, I forgot that there are so many schools on Young Eagle Star."

Fang Xing couldn't bear to look directly at it.

With so many candidates on a planet, it is impossible to get fifty places. It is actually normal for a high school to have no candidates.

The principal is looking forward to it so much, maybe there is a reason why he is there.

As soon as I thought about this, I couldn't help but think of Bai Lianyi and Liu Wei.

One of these two students who had hoped to make it to the third round has been burned to ashes by himself, and the other has already joined the rebels... things are really unpredictable.

'Liu Wei should not know that Bai Lianyi is a disciple of the sect...'

'This boy's love life is really bumpy. I don't know if there are any beauties in the resistance army...'

Fang Xing's thinking was inexplicably divergent, and he thought a little funny.

…
To be continued...