"I understand!" Fang Che took a deep breath.

His body was filled with murderous aura.

"One of the three of you must get the first place! This is a hard requirement and there is no room for accommodation!" Yan Nan's eyes were dark and bottomless.

"Understood! First, it must be ours!"

Feng Yun solemnly promised and said seriously: "If necessary, if I don't get the first place, I will give them the greatest cooperation and dedication!"

What Yan Nan wanted was this sentence. He looked at Feng Yun attentively and said softly: "Based on your words, I, Yan Nan, recognize your position as the number one eldest son of the Solitary Orthodox Sect!"

Feng Yun's heart agitated, and he knelt down and said: "Sun Sun would rather die than live up to Yan Ancestor's entrustment!"

"good."

Yan Nan looked at Yan Beihan and said, "You must also pay attention to the fact that at the last moment, you must assess the situation and make the perfect choice! There must be no selfishness at all!!"

"Granddaughter understands!" Yan Beihan said.

"Night Demon, you..." Yan Nan muttered.

"I understand! If I have a chance to win first place, I will definitely do my best to move forward! And I will ask the two adults to give up their own lives to support me regardless of their status! If there is no such opportunity, I will fully assist Master Yan and Master Feng!"

Fang Che solemnly promised.

"good!"

Yan Nan was greatly appreciated and said: "Your statement that you would ask two adults to give up their lives to support you regardless of their status made me look at you differently, Night Demon!"

He looked at the three of them and said: "You two must also have this understanding. Once you find that you have an opportunity, you must know how to do your job!"

Yan Beihan and Feng Yun also had smiles on their faces: "Yes."

"Subordinate, tell the truth and what's in your heart!" Fang Che said.

"Okay, okay, you go."

Yan Nan was obviously relieved and waved the three of them out.

News came up on his communication jade that the first batch of 20,000 people on the Guardian side had come out. The follow-up was fierce fighting.

There are fewer people on the Guardian side than on the Solipsistic side.

There are only 200,000 places. A full 100,000 less.

"Dongfang Sansan moves very quickly..."

Yan Nan looked at the news and his eyes flashed: "It's the first time to get such a big benefit, Dongfang Sansan should be very excited... You have never experienced such good things as Sanfang Tiandi, right? You are poor."

…

Next.

Feng Yun and Yan Beihan began to implement Sun Wutian's request.

There is a separate training ground where the backbone figures of Yan Beihan and Feng Yun are present.

It occupies four mountain ranges.

The two sides fought against each other every day. Fang Che fought on behalf of Feng Yun in the morning, and defected to Yan Beihan's side in the afternoon. He fought on Yan Beihan's side in the first half of the night, and returned to Feng Yun's side again in the second half of the night.

Going back and forth.

Keep getting beaten!

Those he fought were all high-level demons.

Anyway, those who fight Fang Che are basically high-level Holy Emperors, and there are several Holy Lords who are also gearing up.

There is a strange phenomenon here that is not available in other places, or even in the entire world: basically every Holy Emperor here can defeat the Night Demon!

It's not like in Jianghu where he can be killed by leapfrogging!

Because the rigid conditions stipulate: within 100 years old.

What concept can one achieve within a hundred years of becoming a Holy Emperor? Those are the top geniuses among super geniuses!

It can be said that the most elite people in the entire continent are gathered here!

In other words, Fang Che can basically easily kill someone who has cultivated to the third level of the Holy Emperor for two thousand years. But even if Fang Che can defeat someone who has cultivated to the third level of the Holy Emperor for five hundred years, he cannot kill him.

As for a person who reaches the third level of the Holy Emperor within two hundred years, Fang Che is basically at an absolute disadvantage, even if he uses all his methods.

As for narrowing the range to one hundred, Lord Night Demon has no other choice but to be beaten.

This is entirely a matter of endowment, and has little to do with resources - how can those who can be here lack resources?

As for the further geniuses, there are those who reach the seventh or eighth level of the Saint King at the age of forty. Fang Che also ended up being beaten when he faced them.

For example, everyone understands why there is such a big difference in combat power: everyone can get a hundred points on the test, some people can see the answer to a two-digit multiplication at a glance without having to calculate, and some people can see the answer to a three-digit multiplication at a glance.

Of course, against the top Yan Beihan and Feng Yun, they would be beaten even worse!

So it was very satisfying to be beaten every day, with an average of more than twenty meals a day.

Ding Juran and other seven people were beaten with him, and none of them were left behind, including Mo Wu and Ma Qianli, who were not qualified to enter the Three Sides of the World. Fang Che also used his connections to bring them in for training, and then all of them were taken care of!

Each and every one of them was beaten every day, their noses were bruised, their faces were swollen, and their bodies were bruised.

However, take a break and continue to seek abuse vigorously.

Moreover, everyone was horrified to find that even during their hard-earned rest time, the Night Demon Cult members did not even take a break. They were led by their leader to practice sparring one by one and engage in a huge melee!

And compared to the competition with them, it is even more cruel!

They saw with their own eyes that the beautiful Feng Wanxia was punched in the face by Long Yikong, and then he kicked Feng Wanxia several times and hit Feng Wanxia's face hard with his elbow.

In an instant... he was disfigured.

Yan Beihan, Bi Yunyan and others looked at him with disgusted expressions.

My whole body was shaking a little.

This...is this a sparring match?

Even if you know you can recover, you can't do this, right?

This is a girl.

There were also Ma Qianli and others. The men watched with their own eyes as Niu Baizhan kicked Ma Qianli hard in the crotch. Ma Qianli covered his crotch and rolled his eyes before kneeling down...

All the men who saw it collectively felt a chill running down their spines, and couldn't help but clamp their legs.

How terrible! How terrible!

These people from the Night Demon Sect are simply inhuman!

Also, the leader Night Demon's battle against Ding Juran was even more dangerous. Everyone could see clearly: every sword could kill someone!

Every move is directed toward the fatal spot!

Feng Yun was sweating profusely when he saw it.

"madman!"

Seeing the Night Demon knocking Ding Juran to the ground again and kicking him seventy or eighty times on the head in an instant, everyone had their mouths twisted and their eyes squinted.

How can you be sure that this won't shake the contents of your head into crumbs?

After several days of fighting, the person who everyone admired the most was not the Night Demon, but Ding Juran, whose combat power was slightly inferior to that of the Night Demon!

Because this man can really endure it!

From beginning to end, I was beaten unconscious seventy-two times in half a month, but I didn't say a word from beginning to end!

The man's most vulnerable crotch was kicked wildly by the Night Demon. Everyone can imagine the sound of an egg breaking in their minds many times.

But under such circumstances, Ding Juran, who was sweating profusely, not only remained silent, but was able to fight back!

"You can still fight back! Fuck me!"

“I’m so impressed that I’m so impressed!!”

One of the holy masters grinned and crossed his legs with admiration on his face: "If nothing else, encountering such an opponent on the battlefield is simply a nightmare..."

Others nodded.

Indeed, encountering an opponent on the battlefield who has been injured and is recognized as unable to fight back but is still able to fight back is truly scarier than a nightmare.

No one looked at these seven fat guys with a mocking look.

A secret bet was quickly established: bet on how many words Ding Ziran could say during the brutal half-month training.

At least one sentence must be suppressed.

The devils placed their bets one after another.

The result gave Feng Yun, who was the banker, a complete victory: no one won!

Because until the end of half a month, this guy actually didn’t even say the word ‘yes’!

After receiving so many extremely cruel beatings and even being kicked wildly in the crotch, I didn't even say "ah"!

Regarding this bet, all the demons were convinced that they had lost.
To be continued...