I'm not really a gold saint

Chapter 579 The Mysterious Female Saint
Sanctuary.

In a huge ancient Greek amphitheatre, a group of teenagers were waving their fists and feet, sweating profusely.

Kick!

Straight punch!

Uppercut!

Elbow!

Amidst Tong Hu's shouts, hundreds of teenagers performed all kinds of fighting moves in unison, throwing punches and flying legs one by one, sweating profusely, and working very hard.

A skinny boy who looked like thirteen or fourteen was panting, lying weakly on the auditorium of the arena, looking like he was about to die.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hooong

Looking at the muscular teenagers around him, Ding Li, who was dripping with sweat, couldn't help complaining: "It's too scary, I feel like I can't bear it."

He is very familiar with this scene. After more than 200 years, he has experienced this kind of hard training scene more than once.

Ding Li looked longingly at the twelve palaces of the zodiac perched on the majestic mountains.

Seeing this, Tong Hu stepped forward and said, "Stand up, if you still want to be a saint, stand up for me and continue practicing."

The Tianma over there also shouted: "Yes, stand up, Ding Li, and punch with me!"

"Sweat with me!"

"To become a saint is a real man!
"Drink, drink, drink..."

All the teenagers were watching the play while punching, all smiling like Ding Li who was mocking.

"I really want to be a saint."

"It's a pity that I don't have talent..."

Ding Li looked at Tong Hu, who hated iron and steel, still rolling all over the floor, but refused to get up.

He is acting, acting like a weak chicken in his past.

In order to be able to enter the cemetery.

I don't want the establishment of 88 constellations at all. Wouldn't it be nice to be a free and undisciplined gravekeeper?

"Ding Li, you really disappointed me. I thought you would become a saint in the future, even a bronze saint."

Tong Hu complained that iron was weak.

"Tong Hu, if I continue training, I will die."

Ding Li looked weak: "Maybe I am not born to be a saint, maybe I am more suitable to be a gravekeeper."

Tong Hu could only shake his head helplessly.

In his native dialect, Ding Li is really like a dou who cannot be supported.

At noon, the candidates all dispersed and went to the cafeteria.

Ding Li clenched his fists and sat on the stone ladder of the arena panting, as if he was in so much pain that he could hardly move.

These are acting skills, proper acting skills, for everyone to see.

At present, I can only take one step at a time. If I really can't be a gravekeeper, I can only be a saint.

The sanctuary seemed to be peaceful, but with the rebellious old Pope Itiya, there must be a hidden murderous intention at that time, and he didn't know if the old Pope Itiya noticed him.

It's safer to stay in the cemetery, write the script first, and then direct.

The most important thing is that the cemetery belongs to a remote area, far away from the sanctuary, and the internal magnetic field is very disordered, which can shield most of the thoughts and small universe exploration.

In the cemetery, you can not only be a handsome man quietly, but also seek development and observe the sanctuary.

But the question is whether there is a tomb guard in the sanctuary cemetery, and what can I do to directly enter the cemetery?

Thinking of this, Ding Li closed his eyes, breathed and exhaled slowly, calmed down, and prepared to come up with a countermeasure.

Suddenly, a graceful figure approached quietly, and a voice as crisp as a wind chime sounded:

"Oh, Tong Hu's, this is the person you asked me to arrange. He looks quite young."

Hearing this voice, Ding Li looked up and saw a face wearing a white mask.

There are only a handful of masked female saints and female candidates in the sanctuary.

Ding Li has no impression of this female saint warrior, the woman wearing the white mask is very strange.

She was wearing a tight black training suit. She had a curvy figure and was quite tall.

The long black wavy hair moved with the wind. If he just looked at the S-shaped figure, he would think of the magic bell, but the other person was tall, with the height of a typical western woman, he looked like a heightened version of the magic bell.

Who is she?

Is there such a female saint in the myth of Pluto?
This figure is old and domineering, even more plump than Sasha's little girl.

Like a large ripe peach!
It was Tong Hu who followed behind this woman.

Seeing Tong Hu's gloomy face, Ding Li didn't dare to neglect, so he took the initiative to say hello: "Tong Hu, what's the matter with you?"

Tong Hu is actually a strict teacher. Under Tong Hu's leadership, the candidates for Saint Seiya are very obedient.

Only Ding Li, the salted fish, gave him a headache, because the other party was his fellow villager.

He wished he could beat the kid with a whip.

Seeing that Ding Li's limbs were soft and his appearance was weak and boneless, he couldn't help but get angry.

"What's the matter? You fell behind in training today!"

Tong Hu's tone suddenly became murderous, like a tiger roaring.

"Wow, it's really aggressive."

Ding Li couldn't help but retreat.

"You kid is so incompetent, you are so mad at me...I have never brought such a weak person..."

Tong Hu opened his mouth wide, roaring like a tiger, and his saliva flew out like a shotgun.

Uh, not so hurtful, so insulting.

Tong Hu raised his voice and said, "Your training performance is too bad. How long has it been? You are still in the last place! Haven't you made any progress?"

"...All training items are the last place!"

"Are you trying to piss me off, kid? I really want to kill you kid, you're too embarrassing for me! You're embarrassing for the people of the Central Plains."

"Too embarrassing for the Central Plains people?"

Tong Hu continued to roar.

"Tong Hu is a tiger after all, the roar of this tiger is deafening."

Ding Li couldn't help but want to complain, but his eyes dangled from that female saint, his mind wandering.

Secretly praise the other party for his domineering figure!

Reminds him of Persephone of Pure Desire, and it tastes great.

Logically speaking, a woman with such a figure would not be bad in appearance. I really want to take off the other's mask and take a look.

Then Tong Hu's voice became very deep: "There are still a few days until the assessment day of the sanctuary, and those who fail the assessment will become servants of the sanctuary."

Tong Hu sighed: "I can also see that you have tried your best during this time, so how about it... You don't need to take part in the actual combat assessment, I will send you to the cemetery of the Holy Land to see if you can be a gravekeeper. "

"I'm a gravekeeper?"

Ding Li was stunned.

Hey, didn't you say that someone is doing the position of the tomb keeper?
"Otherwise? Is it embarrassing for you Central Plains people?"

Tong Hu turned and pointed to the female saint in black tights behind her.

"This is Ye Ji, the person in charge of the sanctuary office. She is in charge of the internal affairs of the sanctuary. Next, she will take you to the cemetery to find the gravekeeper. Only with the consent of the gravekeeper can you enter the cemetery to work."

After finishing speaking, Tong Hu left Ding Li, turned around and left, showing no signs of nostalgia.

Ding Li was left with a confused face.

Tong Hu really cares about himself, after all, both of them are from the Central Plains, and the other party is very concerned about his practice, otherwise he wouldn't come here to scold him.

Let yourself be the gravekeeper, and when I unseat the Pope one day, the Libra Golden Cloth will be yours, and you will become a serious Libra Gold Saint.

Suddenly, a snow-white slender hand patted his shoulder: "Come with me, young man, I hope you don't regret your decision!"

(End of this chapter)