Chapter 327 Habits

"None of the seven or eight ranks survived, it's unlikely."

As Ye Ziheng said, he couldn't help but tremble all over. He was still a little scared. After all, warriors of the seventh and eighth rank would burp their farts when they entered, so wouldn't he be looking for death when he entered, this little scum of the fifth rank?

"Of course, this story is also based on hearsay. The credibility is not high. Maybe someone just made it up to scare us."

Ye Ziheng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it. It turned out that it wasn't official news, so that's fine.

"However, I heard from people who participated in the trial for the first time before that there seems to be a lot of people missing in the Black Tiger Gate, and some friends they knew have all disappeared, leaving only a few short graves."

When Ye Ziheng heard this, he was speechless immediately, and his mood that had just calmed down became agitated again.

"However, it is also possible that they died by accident. After all, life and death are impermanent. No, they just died by accident."

"Died by accident in the tomb?"

Ye Ziheng asked.

Mu Lie shook his head.

"I do not know then."

Ye Ziheng couldn't help but sighed, and he didn't want to talk about these things anymore. The more he talked about this stuff, the more frightened he became, so it's better not to talk about it.

After about ten minutes, several off-road vehicles stopped next to an airport. Ye Ziheng opened the door and jumped out. Looking outside, he found that this airport was not the one where he and Qin Luo went from Qingmu City to Tianxingmen before. Airport, but another airport.

This day Stargate is really rich enough, there is more than one airport. Ye Ziheng thought to himself.

Then Qin Feng took a few disciples to the interior of the airport, walked to a civilian plane that had already been prepared, opened the cabin door, and gestured to everyone.

"Don't be dazed, hurry up and let's start earlier."

The disciples boarded the civilian plane one by one, and within a minute everyone boarded the plane.

Then Qin Feng also came in, and then pulled the hatch back suddenly, found a place to sit down, fastened his seat belt, raised his head and pressed the button on the floor.

Not long after the button was pressed, Ye Ziheng felt that the plane gradually began to move. After a while of taxiing, the plane finally flew high, and it rose above the clouds after a while.

"It will take some time to get to the destination. If you want to rest, rest, and if you are hungry, go in and get food by yourself."

After Qin Feng finished speaking, he leaned back the back of the seat, closed his eyes and rested,

Seeing that Qin Feng was resting, several people on the plane started to move around one after another, some went inside to get various snacks to eat, and some began to communicate in a low voice.

"Come on, Brother Ye, would you like to eat some?"

Ye Ziheng turned his head and saw that it was Mu Lie who had gone out to get food and came back.

Looking at the snacks in Mu Lie's hands, Ye Ziheng was stunned for a while, and finally smiled and said "Thank you" before taking them.

"Speaking of which, after reaching the fifth-grade state, you should not have to eat for a long time, right?"

Ye Ziheng opened a bag of snacks and asked Mu Lie beside him.

"It's very rare, once or twice a week is enough, but most of us still maintain the habit of three meals a day, or even five meals a day."

"why?"

Ye Ziheng asked curiously.

Mu Lie smiled lightly.

"It's like getting up at 6:30 every day when you go to school. At first it was for school, but even if you don't go to school later, you will get up at 6:30 from Monday to Friday habitually. Some things become a habit. changed."

With that said, Mu Lie took another bite of the big chicken leg in his hand.

"Besides, eating doesn't waste energy or time, and we martial arts practitioners won't gain weight from eating. If that's the case, then why don't you eat? Aren't these delicacies delicious?"

After speaking, Mu Lie smiled and ate the last piece of meat on the chicken leg.

(to be continued)