Sanctuary.

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

Kick!

Straight punch!

Uppercut!

Elbow!

Amid Tong Hu's shouts, hundreds of teenagers performed various fighting movements in unison, each one pumping fists and kicking, sweating profusely, and working very hard.

A thin boy who looked like he was thirteen or fourteen years old was panting, his fists and feet were weak, lying in the auditorium of the arena, looking like he was about to die.

"Hufufu... The training of the Saints is too hard, it is simply hell on earth..."

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

This scene is very familiar to him. More than two hundred years later, he has experienced this kind of hard training scene more than once.

Looking at the twelve constellations of the zodiac entrenched on the majestic mountains, Ding Li looked yearning.

Upon seeing this, Tong Hu simply stepped forward and said, "Stand up. If you still want to be a saint, stand up and continue practicing."

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

"Sweat with me!"

"Becoming a Saint is a real man!

"Drink, drink, drink..."

The teenagers were watching the show while pumping their fists, all with smiles on their faces, as if Ding Li was laughing.

"I really want to be a Saint."

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

Ding Li looked at Tong Hu, who hated iron and failed to make steel. He was still rolling on the ground and refused to get up.

He is acting, acting like the weakling he once was.

Just to get into the cemetery.

I don’t want to be composed of 88 constellations at all. Wouldn’t it be nice to be a free and unorganized tombkeeper?

"Ding Li, you really disappoint me. I thought you would become a Saint in the future, even a Bronze Saint."

Tong Hu complained bitterly because he hated the iron.

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

Ding Li looked like a weakling: "Maybe I'm not born to be a saint, maybe I'm more suitable to be a tomb keeper."

Tong Hu could only shake his head helplessly.

To use his native dialect, Ding Li is really like a helpless Adou.

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

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

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

At present, I can only take one step at a time. If I really can't be a tombkeeper, I can only become a Saint Seiya.

The sanctuary seemed peaceful, but with the rebellious old Pope Itia present, he must have been hiding murderous intentions at that time, and he didn't know if Old Pope Itia had noticed him.

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

The most important thing is that the cemetery is a remote area, far away from the sanctuary, and the internal magnetic field is very chaotic, which can block most of the telekinesis and small universe exploration.

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

But the question is whether there are tombkeepers in the sanctuary cemetery. What should I do to directly enter the cemetery?

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

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

"Oh, Tong Hu, 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 very few masked female saints and female candidates in the sanctuary, only a handful of them.

I have no impression of this female Saint Dingli at all. The woman wearing the white mask is very unfamiliar.

She was wearing a black tight-fitting training suit, she had a curvy figure and was quite tall.

The long black wavy hair moved in the wind. If he just looked at the S-shaped figure, he would think of the Magic Bell, but the other person was quite tall, with the height of a typical Western woman, and looked like a taller version of the Magic Bell.

Who is she?

Is there such a female saint in the Pluto myth?

This figure is so domineering, even plumper than that little girl Sasha.

Like a ripe large peach!

Following behind this woman was none other than Tong Hu.

Seeing Tong Hu's gloomy face, Ding Li didn't dare to neglect him and took the initiative to say hello: "Tong Hu, what can I do for you?"

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

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

He wanted to whip this kid with a whip.

Seeing Ding Li's limbs limp and weak and boneless, he was so angry that he couldn't help but feel angry.

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

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

"Wow, that's really awesome."

Ding Li couldn't help but retreat.

"You are such a weakling. It makes me so angry... I have never brought up such a weakling..."

Tonghu opened his mouth wide and roared like a ferocious tiger, spittle flying out like a shotgun.

Well, it's not very harmful, but it's very insulting.

Tong Hu raised his voice and said, "Your training results are so bad. How long have you been training for? You are still in last place! No progress at all?"

"...Be the last in all training events!"

"You kid, do you want to piss me off to death? I really want to kill you kid. You are too embarrassing for me! You are too embarrassing for the people of the Central Plains."

"Is it too embarrassing for the Central Plains people?"

Tong Hu continued to roar.

"Tonghu is born in the year of tiger after all. This tiger's roar is deafening."

Ding Li couldn't help but want to complain, but his eyes wandered back and forth on the female saint, distracted.

Secretly praise the other person's domineering figure!

It reminded him of Persephone, a woman of pure lust, and it tasted great.

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

Then Tong Hu's voice became very low: "There are only a few days until the assessment day of the Holy Domain. Anyone who fails the assessment will become a servant in the Holy Domain."

Tong Hu sighed: "I can also see that you have tried your best during this period, so... you don't have to take the actual combat assessment. I will send you to the Holy Cemetery to see if you can be a tombkeeper.

"

"Am I the tombkeeper?"

Ding Li was stunned.

Hey, didn't you say that someone is taking the position of tombkeeper?

"Otherwise? Will it embarrass you, the Central Plains people?"

Tong Hu turned around and pointed at the female saint in black tights behind him.

"This is Ye Ji, the person in charge of the Sanctuary Office. She is responsible for the internal affairs of the Sanctuary. Next, she will take you to the cemetery to find the tombkeeper. Only with the consent of the tombkeeper can you enter the cemetery to work."

After saying that, Tong Hu left Ding Li and turned around to leave without any trace of nostalgia.

Ding Li was left confused.

Tong Hu really cares about him. After all, they are both from the Central Plains. The other party is very concerned about his practice, otherwise he would not come and scold him.

It's better to let yourself be the tombkeeper. When I unseat the Pope one day, the Libra Golden Saint Cloth will belong to you, and you will become a serious Libra Golden Saint.
Chapter completed!