The biggest event in Tiansheng City in recent years has attracted the attention of countless people.
From the city lord’s mansion to the martial arts platform built in Tiansheng Square, along the way, Zhongjie Road was occupied by densely packed people on both sides of the road. Many monks climbed on the roof eaves, and even stepped on flying swords, hovering in the low altitude waiting to watch the excitement.
The patrol team of the City Lord's Mansion has made the protection around the square airtight, and all those who enter the arena are people with real names and surnames.
Lin Suci went in with the large troops in the City Lord’s Mansion. Under a black tent, there were a lot of zizi. The monks invited by the City Lord’s Mansion sat down in twos and threes, and stood apart from the other martial sheds along the martial arts platform.
Lin Suci held a sword in his arms. It was a black sword sent by the city lord. At the moment, he raised his head and looked around, then bowed his head and rubbed the sword faintly, transmitting the sound into the secret: "... Bai Shen, do you think they have a rule to click?"
Lin Suci, who is less than two years old, is very worried about herself. No matter how talented they are, most of the people here are leading disciples of various sects, and he has to make a perfect plan.
"Whether there is it or not, I am here." Yan Bai said indifferently.
Lin Suci's spirit was shocked. Yes, the owner of the family is sitting here looking at him, is it possible that someone can get past Yan Baishen and hurt him
The kitty cub immediately got rid of his worry, and his whole body was exposed and wailing. Without any worries, he felt that it was time for him to become famous today.
"The night son."
The maid of the city lord's mansion came with a tray in hand: "Please choose the number."
Here, Lin Suci, who still uses the domineering name of Ye Xingchen, randomly "touched" a sign, opened it, and found that 27.
The maid continued to hand out rank cards to others.
Twenty-seven, among the thirty monks who participated in the fighting, they were the last.
Lin Suci flipped through the plaque at random, then tucked it into his sleeve.
On the east side of the Yanwu Platform, a row of positions was set up, with nine tables and chairs on top. In the middle was Chihaina, the lord of Tiansheng City, and the one on the left and right were the representatives elected from the thirty-six sects.
Chihaina, who was sitting high in the main seat, shook his folding fan, and his eyes fell under the black shed of the city lord's mansion. The rows of monks had been recuperating in the city lord's mansion long ago, and they were waiting for their efforts. Holding weapons one by one, maintaining a passionate emotion, looked at them with great vigor, and looked very imposing.
In the face of the blazing sun, an old monk with a long beard babbled some high-sounding words, focusing on the rules of point-to-finish, repeating it three or five times, and when he retreated, the big drum standing on the side of the martial arts field banged. .
A total of 36 sects, one city master, 37 camps, and dozens of disciples in each family, surrounded this area densely. The representatives sent by each family commanded the order, and each family assigned one person according to the seat cards distributed.
Thirty-six sects will be divided into two pairs for two rounds, resulting in nine wins. The monks of the City Lord’s Mansion must have achieved more than half of the nine victories before they can be counted as a victory for the City Lord Mansion, otherwise they are defeated. If the monk of the City Lord's Mansion loses, the winner of these nine people will be ranked.
This kind of fighting will be carried out for thirty rounds, and the thirty winners selected in the end will start a mixed fight. In this case, if there are few winners in the City Lord's Mansion, it will definitely suffer a loss in the final battle.
Water was broken on the martial arts arena to wash away the dust, and water vapor evaporated in the sun. In the first round, gongs and drums sounded.
Lin Suci has never seen this kind of martial arts. He stretched his neck with great interest, staring at the martial arts stage with unblinking eyes, and watching as a spectator wholeheartedly.
The sequential cards are drawn randomly, which leads to a lot of powerful characters in a round, or they may be unique, or they may peck each other.
Generally speaking, the first game will be more exciting if it is "fucked" by a caring person, and it will be used to attract people's attention. It's just that this is not an exhibition match, and no one can tell who is against whom in the order of chaos. The thirty-seven monks standing on the martial arts stage did not know each other's depths, and the thirty-six people were all wary of the monks in the city lord mansion who were standing on one side and waiting for the three rounds of martial arts.
Lin Suci's attention was also placed on the monk who also came from the City Lord's Mansion.
He has been isolated from these people these days, and for more than a month, he didn't know who the people were in the City Lord's Mansion. And he knew that the cabbage must be in it, but he couldn't find it. This caused him to be very curious about every monk in the City Lord's Mansion.
The first monk in the City Lord's Mansion was a young man who stood in his 30s. He quietly watched on one side for three rounds, knowing the strength of his opponent. When he played against the first opponent, he opened and closed, and a set of fluent swordsmanship made it just right. In the eyes of opponents who were also in the foundation building, he was a difficult figure.
There were nine people in total. This young man had one win and one defeat. He happened to win five rounds and got the first place.
When the monk jumped off the martial arts stage with a smile on his face, he returned to the black shed, his brows were relaxed.
The second round on stage has already begun, and Lin Suci's attention is still on the first person.
The monk had already sat behind him, was chatting with his relatives and friends in a whisper, the fragmentary voices floated out, but he couldn't hear them really.
Lin Suci "rubbed" and "rubbed" her own ears, bowed her head and said deeply to Yan Bai: "Without ears, my hearing is a bit discounted."
If it were his beast ears, he only needed to put it up, and he could hear the sounds on the martial arts stage clearly.
"It's all nonsense, what's the use of listening." Yan Baishen stretched out his hand, clamped Lin Suci's cheeks, and broke his face straight.
Lin Suci was facing the martial arts platform. The second game there has already begun.
Compared with the first leaning monk, the second monk in the City Lord's Mansion was not enough. After losing three games in a row, he tried his best to win the fourth game, and the fifth game was immediately rubbed on the ground.
Yan Bai silently moved Lin Suci's face to the side, "...Don't look."
Lin Suci turned her face obediently, "Oh."
Although the selection of people in the city lord's mansion is to strive for perfection, the main sects are not vegetarian, and the disciples who are photographed are somewhat capable. They are all monks of the martial sect, and their strength is relatively stable compared to the scattered monks of the city lord's mansion with uneven strength.
Similar to winning the first game, the second game was also very straightforward.
The second monk blushed, lowered his head and hurried back, sat down in the most corner position, and said nothing.
Chihaina in the main position and the person next to him were chatting and laughing. Facing the win or loss, they didn't seem to care about it. The paper fan shook and looked calm.
Afterwards, there was exchanges, and the winning or losing was basically maintained at one and a half.
"One Shisi!"
"Come here!" Lin Suci heard the sound, her ears trembled, and then turned back following the sound.
It was a young man in tattered clothes, holding a sword that was even more tattered than him, with a face full of panic, and stumbled out.
Lin Suci stared.
The young man buried his head as if he was very unconfident and cowered. When he met someone, he nodded and bent over, and stood dodgingly at the preparation place on the side of the martial arts platform.
"Hi..." Lin Suci thought for a while, turned to look back and forth from the place where the boy came out, and saw that there was another person beside the boy's seat.
It was a young girl in a pale blue "color" long dress, with gentle eyebrows, holding a long sword in her arms, gently caressing like a lover.
The corner of Lin Suci's mouth twitched, and then Yan Boshen was dragged: "I saw..."
"Shhh."
Yan Boshen interrupted Lin Suci's words: "Watch the martial arts competition."
Lin Suci pressed his excitement.
The little cabbage he had searched for for a long time did appear. Not only that, but also with Shu Chang.
So far, all the plots of Xiaobaicai, Shu Chang has also "stripped", and powerfully followed him in every place.
Regardless of him, anyway, Shu Chang is also a close friend with Xiao Bai Cai, and he has never grabbed the opportunity of Xiao Bai Cai, so what to do with him
and…
Lin Suci couldn't help but glance back.
The exquisite and exquisite figure of the woman is enthusiasm, but the appearance is so dignified and Wenxian, roughly the kind that young men would like.
So, could it be that Shu Chang had been attracted to pakchoi in his last life, and came back to break the pakchoi into mosquito coils
In Lin Suci's mind, the fantasy of the volley sword Bai Qingtian and the wind destroying the sword Shu Chang and the "milk" water blended, shuddering, and silently approached Yanbai for a few minutes.
The monk of the City Lord's Mansion on the 13th persisted until the eighth round, and before the ninth round, he had already lost five games, and went down to the martial arts field with a black face and cursing.
Chihaina on the stage covered his face with a fan, and couldn't see what his expression was.
At this time, Bai Qingkong, who was disguised as a shriveled young boy, took a deep breath and climbed onto the martial arts stage, holding the tattered sword.
There are two people on the stage of performing martial arts, and the other monks are walking up lightly. He is the only one who climbed up embarrassedly and babbled. He finally climbed up, and he was panting with exhaustion.
Lin Suci was eye-opening and couldn't tell, Xiao Bai Cai was okay, this real acting skill could be used as a actor.
The remaining thirty-six people looked at the white clear sky like monkeys. The dirty and gray youth seemed to be shy. Holding the sword, stumbling: "...I, I..."
He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, holding the sword with difficulty, dragging a heavy step, retreating to the edge of the martial arts platform, waiting for the first three rounds of martial arts.
Among these 36 people, one young man stood up: "I said, brother, you are here to make up the count. Seeing that you are still young, there is no need to come up and fight with us. You surrender and change someone else, or wait for the sword. No eyes, I hurt you carefully."
If a person who really makes up the number hears this, he must be grateful, but who Bai Qingkong is, the future volley sword, and the current little protagonist, how could he step down after hearing this.
Bai Qingkong "lu" gave a cramped smile: "I... I won't admit defeat."
That young man also looked at Bai Qingkong's smallness, and he had a rare kindness. I was rejected and didn't say much.
Thirty-six people no longer care about the white clear sky that has shrunk into a ball, and face each other in pairs, a total of three rounds.
Among these people, there are at least a dozen good players who have gathered together in a splendid way. They played wonderfully and drove away the sleepy people who had long been sleepy. They stared wide-eyed at their wonderful martial arts.
Lin Suci also took it seriously, he was learning to make gestures back and forth with his hands, chanting words in his mouth.
Among these people, a few of them are indeed very powerful, and each move is like flowing water. Between the opening and closing, it can be seen that they have a sense of Taoism. Although it is building a foundation, it is not difficult to see that it is about to break through.
Bai Qingkong couldn't blink his eyes without blinking, and even let out an amazed voice.
After three rounds, those who stood on the martial arts stage were very powerful disciples among these people, and some of them were even more powerful than the previous ones combined.
"Little brother, there is too much difference in realm. It is inevitable that you will lose your sense when you start. You might as well admit defeat."
Another young man persuaded.
Bai Qingkong was moved by this kindness. He stood up with his sword in his arms and smiled slyly: "Thank you for the kindness of this brother, but naturally, I can't go on."
After repeatedly rejecting the other's kindness twice, the face of the person over there also faded.
"If that's the case, then you just hide."
Bai Qingkong held the sword and stood in front of the first person to fight.
This person happened to be the first youth to persuade him. This person is a kind-hearted person, looking at Bai Qingkong, can't bear to use the weapon, so "sex" makes him a little bit.
"Little brother, we have a quick fight."
With a twist in his hand, he condensed aura, thinking about not hurting the child, and easily pushing him off the stage to end the battle, so as not to hurt the boy on the opposite side.
He rolled out gently.
This is very humbly and polite, and anyone who reads it has to praise this son for her innocence.
Bai Qingkong was flattered, hurriedly drew out the sword like rusty copper and rotten iron, hesitated, put it down again, but chose to raise his hand.
This is a trick to pick up the opponent head-on!
Fortunately, the young man was kind and gentle, so even if he did run into it, he wouldn't hurt him.
Many people watched that Bai Qingkong was about to be hit by that palm and pushed down the Yanwu platform, and his raised hand slowly volleyed against that palm.
At the next moment, the opponent youth couldn't control his body. He was impacted by external force and took three steps back and forth. His body stiffened and fell back. He was rubbing the edge and was directly pushed off the martial arts stage by the strong wind!
Bai Qingkong watched the young man fall off the martial arts stage with a panic on his face. He put away his hands and was at a loss: "Sorry, sorry, I can't control myself!"
The faces of the people on the stage suddenly changed, and the people around them also raised their spirits, but Lin Suci laughed scornfully.
He clutched his stomach with joy.
At this time, Bai Qingkong was about when he had just obtained the "Herring Heart Code", and was at a time when he couldn't control himself, and every move carried a powerful and domineering spirit.
and…
Lin Suci's eyes fell on the tattered sword in his arms.
Is this the volley sword
Get the volley sword, but still can't control the Bai Qingkong of this ancient divine sword. It is the stage when he has just learned the "Hegemonic Heart Code" and is still unable to control himself. It is completely the most terrifying weapon of the foundation-building class.
The young man who was pushed down looked blank, he didn't know what had happened, he had been eliminated.
"This kid is a ghost!"
"There is a'failure', and you obviously have the strength but you pretend to be weak. Is it fun to come here to play this set!"
The other monks grumbled fiercely with a dark face.
The Bai Qingsky on the stage was obviously flustered too, holding the sword into a ball, like a quail.
He is not as weak as he seems, and the game has to continue.
The first young man had already lost, and the second one was very vigilant. Together, they used the powerful fire spells to rush towards Bai Qingkong!
"Oh, let's be miserable!" Lin Suci didn't think it was too big to see the excitement, gloating and slapped in the stands.
As he said, Bai Qingkong, who was rushed by the fire, was already a foundation-building monk, even though he was in a mess, and he reacted quickly. Before the raging fire hit him, he drew his sword sharply.
The uncontrollable volley sword merged with the domineering heart sutra, directly controlling the flame to go in the opposite direction! How decisive the young man made his move, just how swift and violent he was backlashed. In less than two breaths, he was pushed off the martial arts stage by the fire without saying a word.
Bai Qingkong was holding the sword, trembling.
Yan Bai turned his head silently: "...how do you know?"
Lin Suci, who was still slapped and laughed, suddenly said: "..."
"Um..." Lin Suci's eyes rolled back and forth, "I just had a dream and dreamed that he was very powerful. Yes, I dreamed of it!"
To make up a lie, you have to have a complete set. I dreamed of Bai Qingkong before, but now I have to dream of it.
Lin Suci became more assertive and confident as he spoke: "He is about the same age as me, and he is so strong at this time. I must be envious and jealous in my heart. I dream of him more, why not?"
A line of words floated faintly in Yan Bai's heart: All lies.
However, he felt that what Lin Suci said was true.
He had also seen Bai Qingkong, when he was picking flowers and flying leaves, he was just practicing Qi. Not only that, but his strength is far inferior to what it is now. Now that he quickly builds the foundation, there seems to be some strange technique on his body, which merges with that sword into one, forcibly raising his realm.
Said it is building a foundation, this kind of strength can also be a battle with integration.
Yan Bo looked down deeply: "You are farther away from him."
Lin Suci's mouth is already used to agreeing to "get it right", and after he has promised, he forgot when he turned his head, and his eyes were full of the white sky on the martial arts stage, and he saw it seriously.
Yan Baishen saw it really, his lips pressed into a straight line, his jaw tightened, his eyes gloomy.
"Wow, hahaha, amazing little cabbage!" Lin Suci's eyes were shining, "He looks weak and can play with his hands. He is about to kill the opponent!"
What he said is true. The white clear sky on the stage looked like a Vonno who was about to cry, but it was unequivocal and stern when he started his hands. He has beaten four people out of the stage repeatedly, all of which won simply and neatly.
Those are all good players, who were so confused and lost, standing in a row, staring at Bai Qingkong with black faces, to see him as ugly.
Bai Qingkong couldn’t take care of that much. In the fifth game, the monk dealt with him a lot. Unfortunately, the volley sword was impatient. Taking advantage of the master’s inability to control it, he dragged the master to make a domineering shot, and chased people into fire. .
As a result, everyone can see that the seemingly weak Bai Qingkong is chasing the person in front of him with a sword and killing a god, still choking and apologizing: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
The fifth person fell off the stage of performance in embarrassment in Bai Qingkong's sincere sorry.
Five consecutive victories. Regardless of the process, this ending is very beautiful.
Chihaina in the seat above finally shook his fan and smiled, obviously in a very good mood.
When Bai Qingkong came back with the tattered copper sword, everyone was staring at him, like a strange baby onlookers.
Bai Qingkong was bitter, and when he returned to his seat, he sighed deeply.
Lin Suci thought for a while, turned around and shook his hand: "Ooo!"
Bai Qingkong was obviously taken aback, as if she didn't know that Lin Suci was also here, bewildered, hesitated for a while, raised his hand and beckoned.
Lin Suci resolutely slid from the front seat to Bai Qingkong's side.
Watching the kitten next to him ran to the back, Yan Bai stared at the vacant position, his expression cold.
But Lin Suci didn't know what Yan Bai was thinking about. She sat down next to Bai Qingkong and said with a smile: "Qingkong, Qingkong, you are so amazing, you are making great progress."
Bai Qingkong was embarrassed to be praised, scratching his head and smiling: "No, it's just..."
What he wanted to say was interrupted by Shu Changyi: "Little brother Ye, do you recognize me?"
"Naturally recognize..." Lin Suci said slowly, "Sister Shu?"
Shu Chang also accepted the title calmly: "I don't know why the little brother Ye is here?"
Obviously, neither of them knew that Lin Suci was also here.
"Come out for experience, I received a reward from the City Lord's Mansion, and I came here in a daze."
Lin Suci was simple, and then asked Bai Qingkong enthusiastically, "What about you?"
Bai Qingkong met his old friend in his hometown, and was still a friend who fought side by side at the time. He relaxed a lot and smiled softly: "We sent Cousin Butterfly home and passed by here."
It turned out that after saving Naerdie at that time, Shu Chang also suggested to send Naerdie back to her house directly. Bai Qingkong was lonely and widowed. He was unattended like a wild child, so she followed out.
When Naerdie was halfway there, she realized that she couldn't, so she had to stay here to cover her retreat. Bai Qingkong was walking not far from Naerdie's retreat, and accidentally fell off the cliff, and obtained the "Heritage of Domineering Heart" and the volley sword.
Naturally, this kind of thing will not be said in Bai Qingtian, only that there is a chance. Lin Suci did not ask.
Obtaining the most precious treasure, Bai Qingkong asked for "sex" and took advantage of Naerdie's retreat, and also retreated. Shu Chang also took care of two, for more than half a month, Bai Qingkong had all his feelings.
At this time, some practical assistance is necessary to make progress. Shu Chang also proposed to receive a reward for practice, and he also beat the rabbit and entered the city lord's mansion.
After Lin Suci heard this, the first sentence was: "Where is Miss Naerdie?"
The big killer of the future, the soft little sister now, is rare.
"Cousin Butterfly is still in retreat." Bai Qingkong said, "She didn't know what she had enlightened. The body was wrapped in a cocoon and was very safe without guards, so we came out."
Lin Suci knows it all.
Naerdie is said to have absorbed some demon body, and some demon power remains in her body. After retreating, she breaks cocoon and becomes a butterfly, and her realm rises to the next level.
The previous grind may have catalyzed Naerdie's mind and made her cocoon early.
The three people lowered their heads to talk, and Lin Suci asked, "Where's Sister Shu, haven't you built the foundation too? Don't you go play?"
Shu Chang also smiled: "I'm not going."
Lin Suci thoughtfully.
Shu Changyi was also much earlier than the foundation in the original book.
"It's Brother Ye, who is going to be on stage later?" Shu Chang said with concern, "These people may not be so easy to deal with, so I should go all out."
Lin Suci was surprised: "What does this mean?"
Shu Chang also implicitly said: "Isn't the younger brother a demon cultivator? It is said that the demon type of a demon cultivator can have more powerful demon power."
Lin Suci twitched the corner of her mouth when she heard this, and decisively refused: "Sister Shu's proposal is good, but it's not suitable for me."
"Why?" Shu Chang was also puzzled, "This is a good place to show everyone your demon-cultivation strength. Don't think this is Tianshengcheng. It won't be long before the news will spread to the surroundings. Before long, your parents I will know the news and come to find you."
Lin Suci wasn't interested in it at all, and lazily refused: "It doesn't matter if you have your parents, I have a senior."
Lin Suci didn't want to talk to Shu Changyi anymore. After a perfunctory sentence, the cat slipped back to the deep side of Yan Bai.
"Have a good chat?" Yan Bai asked with unclear meaning.
Lin Suci pouted: "The surname Shu is too deep to talk about."
Yan Boshen raised his hand and "touched" his hair bun, and said softly: "His proposal is actually a way."
Lin Suci's eyes widened: "Boshen, Boshen, how are you eavesdropping?"
Yan Boshen was not at all embarrassed about eavesdropping on his captured bag, and calmly said, "I care about you, what's wrong?"
Lin Suci shook his head sensibly.
After a pause, Yan Bai said deeply: "You can find a good opportunity for your parents, what do you think?"
Lin Suci shook his head: "Definitely not!"
"Oh, why?" Yan Baishen didn't know what he thought of, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Lin Suci is serious: "Look, I'm still a cub now, and the cat is the size of your palm. How can I make my first appearance as an incomparably great person with such a non-majestic appearance?"
Yan Baishen: "..."
"I must wait until I grow up, and stun everyone's prototypes with handsomeness, and blind them!" Lin Suci imagined that his prototype that grew up like a tiger and leopard appeared on the stage, proudly carrying it. jaw.
Yan Boshen's soft heart just now seemed to have been poured by cement, and her heart was as cold as iron.
"Twenty-seven!"
Yan Bai pointed to the martial arts stage with a blank expression on his face: "You go."