This... Lord Bai Weng!


    Seeing Bai Weng bend down to salute, the disciples of the temple Pavilion present all changed their complexion dramatically, and their eyes narrowed sharply. Then, all of them knelt on one knee and shouted in unison with red complexion: "it''s the incompetence of the disciples. Please don''t hold your arms, Lord Bai Weng."


    Looking at this scene, there was a look of surprise in long Bufan''s eyes. It was obviously unexpected that Bai Weng, who was so detached and powerful, would give up his high shelf and apologize in public.


    You know, with Bai Weng''s powerful position in the temple Pavilion, his words are like the edict of the emperor in the secular world. Who dares not obey?


    However, if an emperor is allowed to put down his noble face and bow to all officials and subjects, this huge gap in status is extremely rare.


    At the moment, Bai Weng''s move undoubtedly terrified all the disciples of the temple Pavilion, but they felt an inexplicable excitement. They all looked at Bai Weng with hot eyes.


    "Tut Tut, if it''s really a good move, just one ceremony can conquer the hearts of most of the younger generation of the temple Pavilion."


    Long Bufan touched his nose and marveled in his heart. However, he knew that Bai Weng''s body had been in an extremely secret place for hundreds of years, suppressing the sealed demon emperor yuan God. He couldn''t pull away at all, and he had to use his divine consciousness to separate himself every time.


    In this state, a separate body and the main criminal Temple who followed him could not completely control the situation change of the temple Pavilion. Over the years, Bai Weng was still able to sit firmly in the position of the highest authority of the temple Pavilion. In fact, a big factor was not strength, but his noble feelings that were respected from the bottom of his heart!


    "As fellow disciples, I think we have all seen and heard in the annals of history. We are no strangers to the cruel and dangerous environment of the site. This time, it is not a competition or competition. There are no rules."


    Soon, Bai Weng''s gentle voice sounded like a spring breeze again in the square. His eyes moved slightly and looked at the altar with a slightly complex look. The 300 core disciples who were selected and were full of excitement said calmly: "What I want to say today is actually not much. I have only one expectation, that is, the 300 of you will come back safe and sound at that time. This is the best record."


    At last, Bai Weng''s voice was vaguely mixed with a low meaning. Through the experience of previous years, he knew better than anyone. Even he felt faint about what he said just now, which was nothing more than to boost his morale.


    Because everyone knows that the broken space is no longer a martial arts competition between martial brothers, with the protection of judges and many rules.


    There, it is full of unimaginable dangers. A little carelessness is the tragic situation of being buried in a foreign country. We should not only face the fierce monsters in the left plane, but also strictly prevent the attacks from other races all the time.


    If you want to win more survival rates in that cruel environment, your personal strength can''t be brought into play at all. You must rely on the cooperation between teams. Otherwise, if there is an error, you will not only fall into an irreparable death, but also may involve your companions and kill everyone!