"Sure enough, someone gave up."

In Lishan's study, Lin Tuo sat quietly in a wicker chair, overlooking the etheric line that was clearly beginning to differentiate. Part of it had stopped or turned back, and the other part was still continuing.

"Qin Tianjian's team still has a lot of people, but it will definitely become less and less in the future. Well, those scattered ones are indeed more likely to be defeated."

Lin Tuo commented in his mind, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by a thick ether line.

It stood alone in the wasteland, far away from Qin Tianjian's team. It was not clear whether it was a great demon with advanced cultivation or a strong human being.

After thinking about it, Lin Tuo didn't go over specifically to take a look.

after all:

"If you can persevere, you can meet sooner or later. If you give up midway, there is no need to meet."

Yes, even if this "wasteland trial" was not deliberately designed by him and was just a convenient method, Lin Tuo would never regret those who gave up midway.

This kind of person, even if he is given a magic book as a gift, there is a high probability that he will not be able to achieve anything.

Shaking his head, Lin Tuo stopped looking and turned around to supervise Huaxi's work.

…

Next.

Day four.

The fifth day...

Lin Tuo did not enter the sand table again, but just observed. The number of ether lines that continued to move forward was also greatly reduced.

On the evening of the fifth day, Lin Tuo thought for a while, briefly adjusted the wind direction and gear, then reached in with his hands and forcibly moved large pieces of clouds from the south of the sand table.

Stack them together and gather them at high altitude to avoid being blown away quickly.

…

at the same time.

On the wasteland, the monks who were walking silently against the wild sand suddenly discovered that the wind force had decreased a lot.

Not only that, they quickly discovered clouds that were rapidly gathering high in the sky.

"The wind has calmed down!"

"Look, those clouds..."

In the queue, Lu Tang listened to some voices coming from the front. They were all strong men from Qin Tianjian with advanced cultivation levels speaking.

Five consecutive days of high-intensity trekking in the face of sandstorms was extremely difficult even for monks.

Especially, when entering the fourth day, the team consumed the last bit of water.

There was no fresh water replenishment along the way, so we had to collect and chew the plants on the wasteland to obtain juice during our breaks.

The juice was naturally extremely bitter and very small. Lu Tang almost spit it out when he took the first bite, but in the end he gritted his teeth and endured it.

If you are lucky and can catch some wild beasts in the wilderness, that would be extremely lucky.

The long journey, physical exertion, and willpower also eliminated most of the candidates.

According to Lu Tang's observation, the remaining candidates who can still keep up with the queue are less than one-tenth of the original candidates.

Moreover, most of them seemed to be reaching their limit.

"If we continue like this, we will die of thirst before we die of exhaustion." Lu Tang thought vaguely, but his legs were numb and he moved forward heavily.

It was at this moment that he heard the sounds in front of him, and his somewhat confused mind sobered up. He raised his head and was shocked to find that countless clouds were coming from all directions.

The speed is extremely fast and definitely not normal.

"Sure enough... there is extraordinary power in this wasteland!" As soon as this thought came up, the clouds above his head turned black, and then...

"Crack!"

A ferocious flash of lightning flashed, followed by a loud thunder.

Lu Tang found that almost all the people around him trembled subconsciously, and he did the same. This was instinct, a life's fear of God's power, embedded deep in the body.

However, when the thunder rolled over and big drops of rain fell, this fear turned into joy!

"water!"

"It's water!"

"It's raining!"

The candidates with numb expressions next to them seemed to "come alive" for a moment, shouting excitedly with hoarse voices and chapped lips.

"Pap tap tap..."

When the wet raindrops hit Lu Tang's dust-covered face, traces of mud were instantly washed away.

Water... He opened his mouth almost instinctively, raised his head and continued.

The examinees around him and even some of the Qintianjian masters also made similar actions.

"Wow -" The heavy rain was pouring, the cold wind was blowing, and the surrounding scenery seemed blurred. The few and low plants also stretched their branches and leaves, trying hard to receive the rain and dew from the sky.

Soon, Lu Tang's clothes were soaked, but he didn't realize it. Around him, some candidates fell to the ground, lying on their backs, in large letters, and the order to rest came from the front of the team at the right time.

.

Front of the queue.

Wang Xundao was also looking at the sky. With the wind and sand blowing for days, this first-grade grandmaster looked particularly embarrassed. His body was covered with dust. At this moment, it turned into mud.

However, his eyes were extremely bright, and his originally slightly depressed energy quickly recovered in the pouring rain.

"Click——"

A flash of lightning illuminated the sky and the earth.

Vaguely, he seemed to see a huge black shadow on the horizon ahead.

"The heaven and earth are abnormal, and there are indeed supernatural beings in the wasteland." He murmured to himself, and the energy around his body surged, blowing away the raindrops.

At the same time, dozens of miles away.

On a certain hill, the white-haired demon sitting cross-legged was staring ahead, with electric light flashing in his eyes, and the shadow of a huge tree seemed to be vaguely visible.

After a sandstorm that lasted for five days, it rained in the wasteland at dusk.

…

"In this case, it should be okay."

In Lishan's study, Lin Tuo silently watched the swaying rain, knowing that soon, these forcibly captured clouds would disperse, but the muddy ground would also hinder their speed.

Of course this can be a test, but it can't really make so many people die of thirst.

…

Day six.

The heavy rain dissipated and the storm reappeared, but because of the rain, there was less dust in the wind, which finally made Lu Tang feel much better.

A heavy rain also allowed the team to regain some energy and continue moving forward. However, surprisingly, many candidates decided not to follow.

The reason is also very simple.

First of all, the reason why I followed the team before was to ensure that I could survive. After all, although the masters of the Qintian Prison had a cold attitude towards them, they would not just watch people die.

However, after this heavy rain, the problem of drinking water was solved, which also gave us more confidence to leave the team.

Secondly, according to the rules of previous martial arts examinations, the top tenth of all candidates can basically be admitted. If we stop now, there is a high possibility of being admitted to Qin Tianjian.

And continuing to follow, although it will make the ranking higher, it will also increase the risk. After all, the further back you go, the fewer your companions will be.

In addition, the physical fitness of most candidates has reached its limit and they can no longer keep up with Wang Xundao's speed.

Lu Tang knew this very well, so he didn't say anything and just continued to follow silently.

At this time, there were only twenty or thirty candidates left in the team.

But the destination is still far away.

…

The seventh day passed by in a flash.

When it came to the early morning of the eighth day, when Lin Tuo woke up from his sleep and pushed the door out of the house, he was blocked by Hua Xi next door who had big dark circles under his eyes:

"Teacher! I...I've finished translating!"

When she said these words, Huaxi's whole body was filled with excitement like exhaustion.

Seven days.

Do you know how I got here these seven days?

Translation, copying, typesetting, painting... every time you make a mistake, you have to start over the entire page.

Unexpectedly, the work couldn't be done quickly. If I accidentally copy a word incorrectly, I would have to rework it. Huaxi felt that I had never written more words in my life than in these seven days.
To be continued...