It has been some time since Shang Gong Ling and others arrived at Zuixiang Tower.
They applied for the identity certificates of the Martial League. After Tang Yu and Fanni learned about Dachang's customs and historical background a few days ago, they compiled it into a textbook for these Immortal Sect disciples to learn.
Dressing is also in the style of the Dachang Dynasty.
He claims to be a person from the hidden sect ‘Xianmen’.
Dachang also has numerous large and small sects, but they are all under the management of the Martial League, and the government intentionally or unintentionally cracks down on divisions. The sects are not strong. Some sects that are friendly to the government have many disciples who join the local area after leaving the mountain. Government.
Such as the Black Armored Army, the Qingxuan Army, and the Royal Guards.
But who can guarantee that as big as Dachang, there is no so-called hidden sect
At least he understands that every year, there are many newly registered sects in the Martial League, and some of them claim to be hidden sects, but their strength is often average and they are unable to grab lucrative tasks in the Martial League.
Over time, small sects that cannot make it out have to be disbanded. Disciples with good talents may join other sects, but most of the mediocre ones can only go home and farm.
This knowledge all belongs to the assessment content of the "Dachang Kingdom Advance Team".
Zhushuli and Enze selected some Xianmen disciples who were loyal enough and above the standard, and trained them for a period of time. Only those who finally passed the examination were qualified to become members of the 'advance group'.
All the selected elite disciples passed the examination.
Therefore, although they were extremely excited to come to another world, everyone was able to control their emotions. Apart from eating more and buying more local products, there was nothing surprising.
"Master, when shall we go?"
During the free movement in the morning, Cao Xinghua also went to the martial arts arena. The sound of swords clashing made his blood boil.
Since coming out of the bottom of his life, he has devoted all his attention to cultivation. Among the disciples of the Immortal Sect, there are also many people with A or A+ qualifications, and most of them are far slower than him in cultivation.
In addition to Shang Gong Ling, Cao Xinghua is firmly in the top three in the second echelon.
Senior Sister Shang Gong Ling couldn't beat him, he was completely abused, and fighting was not interesting at all. The others were either no match for him, or they were too familiar with every move.
"Go in the afternoon, and you can decide among yourselves the order of appearances."
…
The ‘younger generation martial arts competition’ lasted for more than ten days, and the popularity did not diminish at all.
King Dachang has a population of at least a few million, and the people who eat melons are greatly lost. One group left and another group came.
So are those who compete on stage.
There are also some losers who, after recovering from their injuries, fight again - the government does not limit the number of times they can participate in tournaments, and there are almost no rules.
This morning, Tang Yu saw the strong man with the sword and shield who was seriously injured by the young swordsman a week ago, once again enter the ring and successfully defend the ring.
But the case of the strong man can rarely be replicated. Most of the eliminated people were seriously injured. Like the strong man, it would have taken a month or two to recover, but now he recovered in a week. Only the ability to 'money' can do it. That's it.
The stone pillars surrounding the arena, with the defenders sitting cross-legged on them, also changed one after another.
After observing for a few days, Tang Yu discovered that these guys were not just showing off, but waiting.
Some warriors with ordinary backgrounds can take advantage of the 'younger generation martial arts competition' opportunity to join a big family or a large sect, and can also find a middle-level or high-level position in the Black Armor Army or Qingxuan Army, without having to start as a soldier.
Dachang has a mature plan for cultivating talents, which is not as unbearable as he previously imagined.
afternoon,
Tang Yu and his entourage arrived outside the competition ring, and their energy was slightly released. The sardine-like crowd in front of them was immediately separated into a path, and a dozen people walked straight in.
After the lunch break, the afternoon session has just begun.
At this moment, there is a young man with a beard standing on the ring. Although he looks about forty, since he is standing on the stage, it means that he is only facing the mature.
After this person went up, he just sat there to rest. For more than ten minutes, no one came to the scene.
Tang Yu knew the reason very well.
The aura of a young man with a beard is released without reservation. In the early eighth level, even though he is not the top among the younger generation of Dachang, he is still considered to be at the top.
Cultivation requires qualifications and resources. Not many people can reach the eighth level of awakening before the age of thirty. In the battle, it is already possible to win.
These days, young swordsmen and strong men with sword and shield are only in the early and middle stages of the eighth level.
When a master comes on stage, most people are immediately shocked.
The fifth- and sixth-level awakened bitch wants to say that you don't play according to common sense. Shouldn't it be us with low cultivation levels who should go on stage first and make gestures, and finally the masters will make the final decision
Those with high cultivation levels, such as the eighth or ninth level, are not willing to show up so early.
The opponent is still at his peak, winning one round, but may lose the end.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect didn't care anymore, and a dozen or so people looked at each other. Finally, a man who looked like an iron tower stepped onto the high platform.
The bearded young man was already very strong, with bronzed muscles, but standing in front of him, he was still a little short.
But the vast majority of the audience was not looking with their eyes, but with their aura perception. After all, the strong man in the Iron Tower was a little behind, and his aura was only at the peak of the sixth level.
Now let's see if the strong man in the iron tower can hurt the beard.
A few experts outside the field narrowed their eyes.
The bearded young man stood up, cupping his fists with both hands, "Iron Palm Sect, Duan Kuan!"
The strong man from the Iron Tower was stunned for a moment, and then he clasped his fists in greeting and said in a loud voice, "Immortal gate, stone and iron."
After exchanging names, Duan Kuan attacked with a wave of his palm.
His palms were harder than iron, and there was a sound of wind when he waved, and his palms were like shadows.
Bang!
Shi Tie resisted with his arms in front of him, and his skin was coated with a layer of metallic luster. After the explosion, he took two steps back. Duan Kuan of the Iron Palm Sect also shook his body, unable to connect with the next palm.
"I know Duan Kuan, the senior brother of the Iron Palm Sect. I heard that the Iron Palm Sect has been declining over the years. This time, with the young hero Duan Kuan, the Iron Palm Sect will become famous again."
"The one named Shi Tie is not bad either. He only has the sixth level of peak cultivation, but he can persist in Duan Kuan's hands for so long. What kind of sect is the Immortal Sect? Why haven't you heard of it?"
"It should be a small sect, but small sects can occasionally produce masters."
In the competition arena, bang bang bang sounds kept ringing.
Duan Kuan, the leader of Tie, has higher cultivation level and faster speed. He can leave a palm mark on Shi Tie every few rounds of the fight.
But the more they fought, the more solemn his expression became.
After being hit by several palms, Shi Tie's aura only faded a little, and his whole person looked normal.
On the other hand, he himself used all his strength to use his combat skills several times, which consumed a lot of energy.
As he moved around, his movements gradually slowed down.
In an instant,
Shi Tie let out a low roar. The Awakened Ones fighting outside the ring felt nothing, but Duan Kuan felt as if his mind had been hit by a boulder. Blood oozed from his ears and nose.
He struggled hard, and when the blur in his eyes gradually became clear, his fists as big as sandbags enlarged in his pupils.
boom!
Duan Kuan flew hundreds of meters backwards, blood spurting out, and rolled down outside the ring.
The audience outside the venue gasped, and several masters who were ready to make a move couldn't help but shrink their necks.
We don't want to take advantage of others' danger, so we should hold back and go on stage.
…
Shi Tie's violent victory left the martial arts arena in a state of silence for more than ten minutes.
But not everyone could hold back, and finally someone came on stage.
Some have six layers, some have seven layers.
They may be thinking that Shi Tie has been injured and want to take advantage.
One by one they were kicked off the stage, but more warriors came on stage.
"It's coming, it's coming. He has played so many games and was injured at the beginning. He might not be able to stand the next moment."
"Even if I don't stand at the end, as long as I can defeat him, it will be a big plus. Maybe a big family will take a fancy to me because of this!"
After all, Shi Tie only had the sixth level of peak power and no advanced equipment. He had defeated dozens of people in a row. Even if most of them were defeated with one punch, he still had very little energy left - he was originally a fighting type with a lot of fights.
The fifty-eighth round,
A young man with a sharp mouth and cheeks came on stage. With his agile movements, he kept walking a hundred meters away from Shitie and attacked with hidden weapons.
Shi Tie's skin was still plated with metallic luster, and his clothes were in tatters, but there were still only a few white marks on his body, and there were no real injuries. The hidden weapon of the sharp-mouthed young man also bounced away.
But suddenly,
Bang—
The bounced hidden weapon burst into a cloud of purple smoke and filled the air. Shi Tie couldn't dodge and immediately held his breath. However, the sharp-mouthed young man threw more and more hidden weapons, which exploded like firecrackers.
Looking from a distance, the purple smoke clouds were wrapped into a ball, and only Shi Tie's tall figure could be seen vaguely.
Shi Tie rushed out, and the sharp-mouthed young man immediately ran back and threw the concealed weapon as if it was free of charge.
Shi Tie no longer has the ability to use sonic combat skills again.
finally,
A few minutes later, his skin and face were stained with purple-colored stone iron, and he fell heavily to the ground with a thud.
"I won, haha, but that's all. I thought I was so strong!"
The sharp-mouthed young man laughed, his eyes full of contempt.
Officials came forward to lift Shi Tie down and gave him two more pills, one to detoxify and one to heal.
There is no obvious effect, it can only save his life, and Shi Tie still has some purple color on his body.
Tang Yu immediately poured a bottle of advanced life potion into his mouth. The dense life energy circulated in Shi Tie's body. The purple color on his face faded away, and he opened his eyes.
His breath is still a little weak, but he is already fine.
"I… "
The dull Shi Tie opened his mouth, somewhat blaming himself.
Cao Xinghua and others were angry.
Shi Tie can be defeated, but he cannot be defeated so humiliatingly.
The young man with a sharp mouth and cheeks looked too arrogant.
No one can be more arrogant than Xianmen!
"Brother, I will avenge you."
A figure flashed, and Cao Xinghua entered the ring.
The sharp-mouthed young man glanced at me, raised his chin, and said, "Send your name, I will not defeat the unknown."
Cao Xinghua narrowed his eyes, exuding a dangerous aura.
He stared at the sharp-mouthed young man and said word by word:
"Xianmen, Cao Xinghua!"
The sharp-mouthed young man was stunned.
At the same time, the aura of Cao Xinghua's ninth level peak was released without reservation.
A strong wind swept through the entire competition arena.
The face of the young man with a sharp mouth and cheeks suddenly turned blue.