It is true that warriors cannot deal with powerful hot weapons, but the potential forces behind them, combined with the strength of many martial arts enthusiasts, should not be underestimated.
So the main purpose of the police car clearing the way this time was to separate secret warriors from ordinary people. After all, many secret warriors are powerful monsters who are not afraid of ordinary small police firearms.
From Layton's mouth, Garen probably understood the situation in the Miwu world.
The Federation Secret Martial Arts World is divided into north and south sides, the south is headed by Xinghuanmen Hongsha Sword, and the north is headed by Gramden Sword Sect. The situation in the north is not very clear, but the secret martial arts world in the south is very chaotic. Small sects and sects will be shuffled every ten years, and even some medium-sized sects will be subverted. The sect has remained unchanged, unchanged, and it is a giant.
The exchange meeting held by Xinghuanmen every year is not so much an exchange of all sects, but a contest between Xinghuanmen and Hongshajian.
In the hall, after the clown performance, there was another opera performance, and then there was the beauty fight that made the men most excited. Two beauties with beautiful dresses and hot bodies stepped onto the stage and fought with each other, and whichever side lost once would take off a piece of clothing. The blood of the people below was boiling.
Fortunately, the star ring gate was well grasped, and the two beauties finally stepped down when they had only three points left.
Immediately after, the band came on stage, and some waiters started to come in and serve the appetizer soup before dinner.
A group of people were watching the program in the hall while waiting for the disciples of their sect to come to join them. As time passed, more and more people were in the hall, from ten or twenty people at the beginning to fifty or sixty people.
After dinner, Garen, Layton and others went out of the hall under the leadership of Xinghuan's disciples, walked through the corridor and an open-air garden, and went to the rooms they had arranged to rest.
Early the next morning, some disciples led people to find a place to practice martial arts and exercise their bodies. After a little exercise, Garen and the Laytons returned to the hall where they were before and continued to wait for their disciples.
A female disciple has already arrived at Layton's Cross Sword Gate.
On Garen's side, he was still alone.
On the stage, yesterday's performance was repeated again. Garen had been eating breakfast until noon, and finally Baiyunmen's academy also came in under the leadership of Xinghuan disciples.
"Big brother!"
"Brother, are you here so early?"
"Hello, big brother."
Four young men in uniform white exercise uniforms walked up to Garen side by side and said hello respectfully. Two men and two women, ranging in age from fifteen to twenty.
"I've been waiting for you all day. It's too slow." Garen stood up and smiled, "Okay, let's sit down and have something to eat. Tomorrow will be the official martial art competition. Adjust your state and don't embarrass us at Baiyunmen tomorrow." .”
"Yes!" The four responded in unison. Then they sat down next to Garen.
This kind of scene has been staged by countless sects in the past few days, and the people around them don't care much.
The five sat together and watched the drama for a while, and people from other sects came in, and there were more and more people in the hall.
Garen and the others were not in a hurry, the disciples of the Star Ring Sect had come to inform them of the event arrangements. Garen watched it once, but didn't feel much. The other four didn't have much interest in watching it, and they all showed unusual interest in tomorrow's competition.
"This is an opportunity for ordinary disciples to make their mark. The ordinary disciples of various sects even have a ranking match in this competitive competition." Layton and Garen sat together, and the tables of the two sects were moved. It's a relatively close relationship.
"Ordinary disciples have a ranking, and secret martial arts disciples also have a ranking. Of course, the focus is on the last one. The overall strength ranking of the entire sect is determined by the comprehensive judgment of all rankings."
"Does the overall ranking include the teacher's ranking?" Garen asked in a low voice.
"This is definitely different from the secret martial arts disciples. The strength of the older generation of secret martial artists is mostly fixed, and there is not much fluctuation in a short period of time. Usually, it is only a competition for many years, so it is mainly the younger generation of disciples who decide the ranking."
"But if that's the case, shouldn't the strongest disciples from each martial arts school compete?" Garen asked doubtfully.
"That's natural, but you can't completely judge your strength according to this. After all, many martial arts masters have taught many disciples who have graduated from the master. These disciples who have graduated from the master cannot come back to participate in this qualifying competition. So the main function of this qualifying competition is To determine the strongest young generation, comprehensive martial arts strength and the like are not very accurate." Layton explained.
It was only then that Garen realized that Fei Baiyun's other three apprentices had already graduated and did not meet the conditions for the competition. Presumably, bringing him here this time also meant to let him see it. After all, this exchange meeting will be held every two years, if it doesn’t work this time, just come again next time. Anyway, Baiyunmen itself is the lowest sect, and there is nothing to fall down.
After figuring out the general situation, Garen and Layton chatted without saying a word. Layton introduced some famous sects sitting in the hall to Garen. He usually talked too much and no one wanted to listen. He was nagging, and now a person suddenly appeared willing to listen to his nonsense, and his interest suddenly increased, and the crackling in his mouth never stopped.
Garen sat with him for a day, and learned a lot about Mi Wujie from him.
In the early morning of the third day, Garen led a group of four people from the White Cloud Sect under the leadership of Xinghuan's disciples. Instead of going to any hall, they walked along the corridor to an outside platform.
The platform is circular and located in the patio on the ninth floor, surrounded by four taller buildings, blocking the surrounding sight.
The entire platform is like a white cement button protruding from the black patio, which is extremely eye-catching.
The surrounding territory is very wide, with a total of more than twenty sects each having their own space. The platform is directly surrounded by a circle.
Garen sat on the left side of the platform, near the entrance, and the other four disciples sat behind him.
He glanced at his surroundings, the platform was surrounded by dense crowds of heads, each sect had only five people, except for the serving disciples of Xinghuanmen, there were a total of more than one hundred people around, and all of them were young faces. None were very old, and the oldest was in the prime of life like Leighton. Not more than forty years old.
The Red Sand Sword and the Xinghuan Gate are facing each other. At the two ends of the platform, Biou dressed in blue is facing a one-eyed man at the other end. Unlike Biou who is dressed in blue, the one-eyed man is smiling. He has a gentle expression and a polite look.
Garen looked at that person carefully. He is Andrela, the strongest star ring gate. He looks the same on the surface, far less powerful and conspicuous than Biou, but faintly, Garen can see that this person is strong in heart Extreme self-confidence, the kind of strong confidence that seems to be able to face everything calmly.
Not only him, almost all the disciples around who had some achievements focused their attention on the two of them.
The chaotic scene gradually calmed down as the Xinghuanmen disciples shuttled back and forth.
A thin old man with a beard jumped onto the platform, holding a big brass bell in his hand.
"Now the official ranking begins. From the last ranking last time, which sect's disciple will challenge the previous one first?" The voice was not very loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.
Garen took out a blank piece of paper from his arms, on which were printed the rankings of the twenty-seven sects.
Baiyunmen ranked seventeenth.
"I'll go first." A man in black rushed up to the platform, tore off his upper body clothes and threw it down. "An Gedi Boxing Gym, Love Rui Sidi Lakai. Challenge the Sword Boxing Gym!"
As soon as the words fell, a flat-chested woman rushed up from the other side. "Nora, Sword Boxing Gym."
Without any polite words, the two stood still and started fighting. You come and go, it seems to be a very rigorous move technique, but it is soft to fight, and the sound of fist and palm intersecting is also very small. It is obviously lack of strength, and it is all martial arts that depend on skill.
In just ten seconds, the man in black was knocked down and fell off the ring. Another student went up to the boxing gym where he was, but he was also pushed down a few times. Obviously, the skill gap was a bit big.
A real competition usually doesn't last for a long time, as long as a slight negligence can defeat an opponent of similar strength. In many cases, when the strength is about the same, it depends on their respective states.
Garen sat down and just looked at it casually. In the beginning, it was a competition between ordinary disciples who didn't even get to pass on secret martial arts, just as an opening show.
On the upper platform, one after another, the disciples who usually had conflicts with each other also took this stage as an opportunity to resolve their conflicts.
Soon, someone challenged Baiyunmen, it was the Bowuhui with 18 people, and the one who took the stage was a hot blonde beauty. Just now, she defeated the nineteen forces who challenged her, one person picked four people, and dared to challenge the seventeen forces of Baiyunmen.
"I'll go!" A burly boy behind Garen stood up enthusiastically. "Eldest brother, let me go?" This young man is of medium strength among the four who came this time. Although the explosive boxing technique has not really reached the first level, his skin is much stronger than ordinary people, and his own strength is also strong enough.
"Simon? Are you sure?" The master is not here, so it's up to Garen to decide everything. This was originally an opportunity to exercise his ability to handle things independently.
Simon nodded. "I saw her strength just now. Although her leg skills are strong, her strength is too weak. Just seize the opportunity to control her legs."
"Then go ahead, don't embarrass us at Baiyunmen." Garen warned, although the specific ranking is not based on this, it mainly depends on the comparison of disciples at the Miwu level, but ordinary disciples will also lose if they lose too much. Certain negative effects.
"Understood, senior brother, don't worry." Simon smiled, and then compared fists to the other three partners.
"Get out of here, who doesn't know that you are here for the beauty of others?" A girl waved her hand speechlessly.
Hey hey twice, Simon walked to the edge of the platform, turned over and climbed up obediently, and stood in front of the blonde beauty.
bang bang!
The opponent directly kicked up and down in two sections, hitting Simon's arm with a dull sound.
Simon stood firmly, with a smug smile on his face.
"You have no strength, you!"
(end of this chapter)