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The great power competition was held in the bronze-colored imperial capital of the imperial court, and the huge battlefield was at the intersection of the five imperial city avenues, so those who want to watch this competition only need to walk along any of the imperial city roads. At the end of the avenue, you can see this grand duel between the dragon shepherd and the mortal!
The Huangcheng Avenue of the Shuidihu Imperial City is actually on this bustling road outside the Zhumen Gate.
Zhu Minglang originally wanted to ride the Shenmu Qingshenglong directly into the central city of the imperial capital, but considering that the central city of the imperial capital was not his Zhumen's territory, he was not allowed to fly with a dragon.
It was still early, and Aunt Bai Xin had someone prepare a luxurious carriage for Zhu Minglang and Nan Lingsha, so that they could go slowly and take a look at the prosperity of the Water Drop Imperial City and the Central Imperial City.
Slowly arriving at the central imperial city, the ground is already paved with bronze-colored boulders. These boulders are neatly cut, polished smooth, and the sun shines on them, like gold and copper on the ground.
"There are a lot of people." Nan Lingsha said softly, seeing that such a spacious road was already somewhat congested.
"Let's go over there. I don't know when the carriage will arrive." Zhu Minglang said.
"Um."
The power competition is carried out in a very open way. As long as you think you can, as long as you think you can, you can walk in the brass battlefield. As long as you can last until the specified time, you will be selected.
Therefore, there is basically no pre-registration in the power competition. Even if you are not a member of the power, you can also enter the battlefield. When you can last several rounds in a row, the power will naturally want you.
When Zhu Minglang and Nan Lingsha arrived at the brass battlefield, the surroundings were already full of voices, as if they were celebrating some kind of festival.
As for those restaurants with excellent views around the Bronze Battlefield, the business is booming. For some people, sitting in a restaurant while drinking and enjoying the chaotic competition in the Bronze Battlefield is also an ultimate enjoyment .
Because of this, some prestigious people in these restaurants set up a gambling game to sit on the bank. Before the start of the big competition, they selected a number of disciples to participate in the competition. Every time they survived one more round, they were considered as winners.
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Zhu Minglang and Nan Lingsha walked towards the brass battlefield, and Qin Yang had already arranged seats for them so that they would not be crowded with the crowd.
The Brass Battlefield is an epic arena left over from the reign of the Holy See. It is so big that it can accommodate nearly ten thousand people to train together here.
There is no wall around the battlefield, only the moon-shaped Chihe separates the crowded city streets.
Therefore, as long as the people in the imperial capital come early, they can occupy a good position on the other side of the Chihe River and directly watch the thrilling fight in the brass battlefield.
Similarly, those restaurants built around the brass battlefield have a better view.
To put it bluntly, anyone can come to see it, and even tickets are not charged, just come early and don't get pushed to the back of the crowd.
And on the water surface of the moon-curved pool, there are also some white stone pavilion seats, which are prepared for some noble people of the major forces.
Zhu Minglang and Nan Lingsha were in one of the pavilions on the water at this time. Water grapes, big cold melons, fragrant peanuts were already placed on the table, and there were also some wine and melon juice bought from the restaurant.
In terms of luxury, in fact, there are not many silver taels at all. Just looking back and seeing the crowds of people on the streets outside Chihe, crowded and noisy, facing the scorching sun, you will feel that the pavilion on the water, which is exclusive to a few people, is extremely noble After all, even some wealthy merchants have to go to the high place of the restaurant to reserve a seat in advance.
"We wish the door, is there anyone attending today?" Zhu Minglang asked Qin Yang.
"Master Hui, our Zhumen mainly focuses on casting art, and we are not that good at fighting and killing compared with other forces, so we Zhumen have no plans to compete for any ranking in this competition." Qin Yang explained.
"Is it so Buddhist?"
"However, in order to prevent some forces from being overly crowded and overcrowded in this group of heroes fighting each other, only one to three children of a force are allowed to enter the arena at the same time." Qin Yang said.
"The rules seem to be group fights." Nan Lingsha pointed to the stone bridges. People in the stone bridges had stepped into the brass battlefield one after another, and had chosen positions that were beneficial to them in advance.
"Yes, one hundred people will enter each round. Either the time is up and those who are still standing on the field can enter the next round, or there will be only the last ten." Qin Yang nodded.
A hundred people fighting each other!
It turns out that the power competition is so exciting, I thought it was a rigid one-on-one arena!
Zhu Minglang likes this method.
Looking at Nan Lingsha again, there seemed to be some luster in her eyes.
"After those fringe forces have finished entering the arena, Young Master and Miss Nan can enter." Qin Yang held two waist tags in his hand, and handed them to Zhu Minglang and Nan Lingsha.
"Number fifty-five, and fifty-six?"
"It's about to start, son and miss, be careful. After the start, don't make too many enemies. Try to choose some opponents who seem weaker and eliminate them first." Qin Yang said.
"How many rounds is Hao Shaocong in?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"The third round, that is already the battlefield for the strong among the forces." Qin Yang said.
Zhu Minglang took a bunch of grapes and started walking towards the inside of the brass battlefield.
Nan Lingsha also slowly stepped into the venue that was still filled with the bloody smell of the last battle.
However, Zhu Minglang and Nan Lingsha didn't intend to get together.
They went to different sides respectively.
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"These two people came out of the Guanting Pavilion, and they should also be the children of a powerful force. Why didn't anyone inform them in advance? If you buy their numbers, you must have made a lot of money!"
"It seems to be a person from Zhumen. Didn't you hear that a boy from Zhumen died inside a few days ago?"
"I was there that day. That kid is a dragon shepherd. The dragon was killed, and the person was gnawed so miserable. It is estimated that he will be carried back to Zhumen, and his parents will not recognize him."
"Zhumen is good at casting. I haven't heard of any special dragon shepherds and mortals. I don't know who will be on the battlefield."
People are already talking about it.
There are some people who are extremely enthusiastic about this kind of fighting feast, and they can even tell the names and backgrounds of most of the children who entered the field.
But Zhu Minglang and Nan Lingsha...
It is unfamiliar to many people.
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"A group of casual people also want to fight for fame in this kind of place, so don't lose their lives in the end." At this time, a young man wearing a black straw hat said.
The young man in the black straw hat was less than twenty meters away from Zhu Minglang, and he seemed to have entered the arena relatively late.
Generally speaking, people who enter the arena will keep a safe distance from the surrounding opponents at the first time to avoid being attacked by multiple people.
But the young man in the black straw hat didn't care at all, as if no one could catch his eyes on this battlefield.
And he can stand wherever he wants to stand.
"Hey, you eat grapes..." the black straw hat youth glanced at Zhu Minglang and said.
Zhu Minglang threw the grapes into the air, and Xiao Bai on his shoulder raised his claws quickly, and saw the wind-like claws slashing across the big crystal grapes.
The grape peeled off in mid-air, revealing the plump, white and tender flesh.
Then it fell into Zhu Minglang's mouth precisely.
"What?" Zhu Minglang asked while chewing on the pulp, tilting his head.
"Don't go away now, you won't have a chance in a while." The black straw hat youth said arrogantly.