C878 Daji Dali(part I)
C878 Daji Dali(part I)
Situ Lingyun's score had already reached 900 points. Lin Hao's score before the airdrop was even much lower. However, it was normal when he thought about it. The 30 Militia Soldier were all Situ Lingyun's subordinates. They would kill anyone they encountered, and all the points they collected would be given to Situ Lingyun. This score was reasonable.
The leader of the two Great Sects wasn't considered poor. There were 800 points in total, and the average person would be half of Lin Hao's previous points.
Lin Hao drew his score. In an instant, Lin Hao's score increased crazily.
2,300!
Lin Hao's eyes lit up. This score meant that most of the people who were eliminated were tied with Lin Hao.
Two thousand three hundred points, just one question for this score, who else could it be? Why didn't he eat the chicken just like that? Hm?
Lin Hao turned around and found that the people behind him had already finished preparing the funeral...
Even Nie Wutian and Fengmen He stumbled and stood up, but there were still many disciples who had fallen here forever.
After all, this was the world of martial arts, life and death were definitely not child's play.
At least, at a glance, there were more than ten disciples of Profound Yang Sect who had died, and the number of people who were still alive had been reduced to thirty. This was undoubtedly a great loss to the Sect.
These were the top disciples, and every disciple was a symbol of their talent and strength. However, they were buried here forever, and it was truly terrifying.
However, in the blink of an eye, even more disciples of White Void Sect and Qingyue Sect had died. Almost half of the disciples in each team had died, and their corpses were all over the volcano.
Fortunately, Nie Wutian and Fengmen He didn't die because of this. Both of them were Lin Hao's friends, and they couldn't die no matter what.
"Big Brother Lin, we have finished cleaning up. Including Tyrant Kuangyang and Fengmen He's scores, we have obtained a total of 1,300 points. As for the other ten brothers... We will not count them. "
After saying that, Lao Yingbi turned to look at the disciples who had been buried here. His eyes were filled with loneliness.
One thousand and thirty percent was about half of Lin Hao's current score. Lin Hao was the only one who showed mercy. If he licked the bag first and then licked the air drop, Lin Hao was afraid that the huge number would not be written on the small scale.
"At least we won."
Lin Hao patted Lao Yingbi's shoulder and walked towards the center of the Profound Yang Sect.
When they saw Lin Hao walking towards them, everyone stopped moving and looked at Lin Hao.
Since this trial was started by Lin Hao, they should let him finish it.
Lin Hao nodded slightly and didn't waste any more time talking. He said in a clear voice:
"Now, raise the scales on everyone's left hand and shout to eat chicken. Raise your right hand and draw circles continuously. Then activate the scales and go in the wrong order. Then we can completely bid farewell to this game."
And raise the scales on your left hand and draw circles on your right hand? Isn't this too shameful?
However, since Lin Hao had said so, everyone did not doubt him. They raised the scale one after another, and the milky white light gradually lit up.
Everyone shouted in unison, "Eat the chicken!"
"Eh, Big Brother Lin, why aren't you shouting?"
Lin Hao waved his hand, and his face was full of moving patterns. "Actually, we only need to activate the scale."
Everyone's expression was dull. Huh?
However, the milky white light had already lit up. All the disciples of the Profound Yang Sect had already been teleported out.