The black robe elder Jiang nodded, and a stream of light flashed between his hands, followed by a vast breath rippling away, and the surrounding cultivators retreated in terror.

Above the sky, a huge phantom of the palace suddenly appeared. The palace was simple and unpretentious, with countless lines carved on it, mysterious and unpredictable.

"War Soul Palace?" The pupils of the crowd shrank slightly, and everyone recognized the palace at a glance.

Yes, everyone present knows this palace, because as long as it is a monk, they must enter the Hall of War Soul to awaken the Soul of War. There will be such a palace in the imperial capital and down to the frontier Xiaocheng.

It's just that the scale is big and small, but the appearance is hardly any different.

Although he knew it was the Battle Soul Palace, even if it was a phantom, no one dared to underestimate it. So far, no one knew what was in the Battle Soul Palace that could awaken the battle soul in the human body.

This is because everyone will pass unconsciously after entering the Hall of War Soul, and they will not remember what happened inside. After waking up, they will know whether they have awakened the War Soul.

Of course, people like Xiao Fan who were directly kicked out of the Battle Soul Palace are extremely rare, perhaps unique.

"Second, you said that this primary election is to test a person's will. What does this have to do with the Battle Soul Palace?" Xiao Fan's gaze stared at the Battle Soul Palace phantom and frowned.

There was an extremely unpleasant feeling in his heart. When the ghost war soul awakened, he was kicked out of the war soul palace, and the consciousness of the original body owner was also wiped out, and Xiao Fan had a chance to be reborn.

Even now, the Battle Soul Palace still makes Xiao Fan jealous. If the Battle Soul Palace is not good for him, how should he deal with it?

"I don't know, but a person's potential is related to the battle soul. As for the will, I don't know it very well." The fat man said through the voice transmission, his expression also slightly solemn.

Xiao Fan kept silent, staring at the front.

Over the square, the phantom of the Battle Soul Palace slowly fell, a heavy soul power wave agitated, and the surrounding monks retreated and then retreated, and Elder Jiang and others also retreated to the edge of the square.

"Listen to those who participated in the primary election." Elder Jiang's vigorous voice sounded. From this voice, Xiao Fan could hear that this old man is definitely a master, not something that Lei Wu and his like can compare.

"The rules for the primary election are very simple. Everyone enters the Battle Soul Palace and starts timing until they come out. Anyone who insists on more than half a tea time is considered to have passed the primary election." Elder Jiang continued.

When the crowd heard the words, many people showed disdain, and they were arrogantly fighting in the emperor state. Could it be that they couldn't hold on to the time for half a cup of tea?

But there are also many people with extremely solemn expressions. After all, people from those big families know the Battle Soul Palace more or less.

"It's only half a cup of tea. It shouldn't be difficult. With our strength, we can definitely pass it. If we can break through the battle emperor realm, whose battle spirit is not 7th rank or higher?"

"That's right, let alone the time for half a cup of tea, even if a stick of incense, one hour is not bad."

"I advise you not to underestimate the phantom of the Battle Soul Palace. In the past, only about one-fifth of the people could hold on for half a cup of tea, and only one-tenth of the time for a stick of incense. As for an hour of...."

"How about sticking to an hour?"

"That is a figure of the peerless evildoer level, and will be cultivated by the Battle Soul Palace."

There was a lot of discussion among the crowd, and the expressions of the crowd quickly turned from contempt and disdain to dignified. The elimination rate of one-fifth was not a general terror.

You know, this is only the first round of the primary election. To put it bluntly, only those who can pass the assessment are only eligible to participate in the real Southern Territory Competition.

Buzzing~

At this moment, Elder Jiang waved his probing hand, streamers rippling in all directions, almost covering everyone present.

The crowd grabbed towards Guangyu, and finally found that what fell in their hands was a small piece of jade. The piece of jade exudes a soft light, and the breath is almost the same as the spirit power fluctuations emitted by the Battle Soul Palace.

"Anyone who can't hold on can crush the jade pieces in his hands." Elder Jiang said again.

Xiao Fan frowned. He looked at the Sword Emperor and Fire Emperor beside him, only to find that they also had a piece of jade in their hands. Could everyone in the room be able to enter it?

But in the next moment, Xiao Fan saw that the jade pieces in the hands of the Sword Emperor and the Fire Emperor began to melt slowly, and eventually disappeared.

"This jade medal can be used to select cultivators of the Battle Emperor Realm under 30 years old." The Fire Emperor saw Xiao Fan's doubts.

Sure enough, after a short while, all the jade pieces in the hands of the older generation of monks melted away, and only the jade medals in the hands of the younger generation of monks were still in their hands.

"Now everyone enters the Battle Soul Palace." Elder Jiang yelled, seeing the young monks eager to try, and then added: "The old man advises you, if you can't hold on, immediately crush the jade medal in your hand, otherwise At your own risk."

Booming~

As soon as the voice fell, the door to the phantom of the Battle Soul Palace suddenly opened, as if it were a real entity, behind the door, a heavy breath rushed into the face, a cloud of gray, no one could see what was inside.

Immediately afterwards, a group of students from the Battle Soul Palace stepped into the air and shot towards the gate.

"Let's go." Xiao Fan and the others are not behind, they flew into the gate together with about fifty people.

In just a dozen breaths, more than two thousand monks all entered the phantom of the Battle Soul Palace, and the square was suddenly empty.

However, there are also many monks who are watching. Most of them are monks below the battle royal realm, and they are not eligible to participate in the primary election.

"Guess, how long can the two thousand people last?"

"Chi Qiuxue of the Great Cloud Emperor, Lei Canghai of the Great Cang Emperor, and Gongsun Jian of the Dagan Emperor are among the best geniuses of the same age in the Southern Region. They are known as the three quasi emperors. The three of them should be able to stick to one. Around the hour."

"It looks like there are several geniuses in the Great Li Dynasty, and one of them named Xiao Fan may be able to hold on for an hour."

"Xiao Fan, what is it? I haven't heard of it! Can you compare with the three quasi emperors?"

Many monks stared at the phantom of the Battle Soul Palace, with eagerness in their eyes.

"Sword Emperor, how long do you think Xiao Fan can hold on?" Hearing the discussions of the surrounding cultivators, the Fire Emperor also became interested and looked at the Sword Emperor and asked.

"I don't know. Even if Nangong Xiaoxiao, Lou Aotian, Chu Qingkuang, and Guan Xiaoqi are less than one hour, they are probably not much different. As for Xiao Fan, who has been creating miracles, maybe more than one hour." The Sword Emperor analyzed. , Gave a fair guess.

"This generation may be the golden age of the Great Li Dynasty. It's like reminding me of Jiang Tianyu, Meng Yunxing and others more than ten years ago. By the way, there is also Xiao Changfeng." The Emperor Huo sighed.

"Xiao Changfeng?" The Sword Emperor suddenly raised his brows and said in a condensed voice: "Huo Lao, have you noticed that Xiao Fan looks a lot like Xiao Changfeng?"