Looking around, long Bufan noticed that there were two or three black robed deacons patrolling in every corner of the square. His rigorous look seemed to be on alert.


    In this regard, long Bufan felt some doubts. At a glance, the most valuable thing in this empty square is the brick slab of that place. It is built from a rare white rock hill. It is extremely strong. Even without maintenance, it can withstand the wind, sun and rain every day for thousands of years without decay.


    Of course, long Bufan doesn''t really think that these bricks can be so precious that so many black robed deacons can guard them. If they are really precious, they won''t be built into floor tiles for people to step on. Instead, they hire a group of masters to carve them into a pile of artistic stone carvings, and the value is bound to increase.


    Seeing that long Bufan was puzzled, Bai Weng also looked at the huge square that could accommodate tens of thousands of people and said calmly: "In three months, there will be the seed trials of the five pavilions. This square is the selection venue. In order to ensure the fairness and justice of the venue, in case someone tampers here and violates the competition rules, the Deacon will patrol here every day until the competition ends perfectly."


    Hearing the speech, long Bufan raised his eyebrows slightly and murmured, "is the seed trial of the disciples of the five pavilions..."


    Although long Bufan is not a war addict, it is very attractive to fight with those talented leaders in the real peak forces of the continent.


    After all, blindly closed door cultivation does not bring much benefit to the improvement of actual combat skills. Only by constantly fighting with the strong with excellent martial arts talents, and then constantly finding out their own shortcomings in the battle, and then improving them, can we finally achieve a higher-level breakthrough.


    However, to De Long''s great regret, this competition is limited to the disciples of the five pavilions of Huolin Pavilion, Jinlei Pavilion, Shuiling Pavilion, Mufeng Pavilion and Tuzhong Pavilion. Although they also participate, they act as judges and maintain order.


    As for the penalty hall, strictly speaking, it is equivalent to a branch of the Deacon hall. All the disciples in the hall are deacons, and naturally they do not participate.


    Long Bufan hasn''t been in touch with the remaining upper hall so far, so he doesn''t know it very well. However, according to the name of the hall, long Bufan guesses that it should be a gathering place for strong people who have reached above the ground Zun territory, or a hall at the elder level.


    Bai Weng looked around, then stopped on long Bufan, and suddenly asked, "I don''t know if you''ve heard of the lost face?"


    "Left a face?" long Bufan pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "No."


    After that, long Bufan looked at Bai Weng quietly. He knew that Bai Weng would not just tell him something without nutrition this time, but probably for another purpose.


    "The remnant plane is another space close to the world of our celestial continent. However, due to the outbreak of a devastating disaster in ancient times, the life of the space is ruined, and the world is almost on the verge of collapse. This space is called the remnant plane."


    As Bai Weng spoke, his steps did not stop at all. He swaggered in the square. The breeze brushed his clothes, and the clear voice sounded slowly. His temperament and expression had a sense of dust.