Empty hands are as fresh as winter snow melted into water.
The sun hangs high in the sky as if it were eternal, rising from the east and setting in the west according to the same trajectory that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Some people left the camp because of the quiet passing of gunships that night.
But more people still stayed. When the sky fell, there were tall people on their backs. They could cultivate with peace of mind. The problems that could not be solved were not their business. It was not too late for them to leave.
Closer to home,
On the periphery of the camp wall, unlike the loud noise and dust during construction, in front of hundreds of competition platforms, the crowd was crowded and noisy.
They came here early and waited. Everyone was so excited that they couldn't suppress the agitation in their hearts. If Chen Xiao had not sent people to guard here as expected, they would have rushed into the venue.
They waited a month, and at the end they couldn't wait, but they still had to wait.
After Chen Xiao and others came here, the crowd consciously gave way, cheering one after another.
Having walked up to the high platform in front of the crowd, representatives of Demon Gate and various forces have been waiting here for a long time.
After Chen Xiao said hello, he turned around and squeezed his hands, and the noisy crowd slowly quieted down.
All eyes.
Chen Xiaoxiao looked at the madly cheering crowd below, as if a raging fire burned through his body in an instant.
After the crowd quieted down, Chen Xiao said: "As the organizer of the first Holy Land Tournament, the Guard, the Demon Gate, the Loose Cultivator Alliance, and the Transcendent Bureau, we will work together to maintain the fairness and justice of this conference."
The representative of the extraordinary bureau is Wang Yang, who is the nominal top manager of the extraordinary bureau.
At first, he wanted to give this position to the platoon leader with the oldest soldier in the team, but the other party insisted on letting him sit in this position, and said that his current strength is the highest among them all, no need To convince your own people, you only need to convince outsiders with your strength, so this position must be him.
It doesn't matter what the name is, and he simply and directly named the Extraordinary Bureau.
Many of the people below do not know the existence of this organization, and they are not sure why.
But if they look closely at the signboards of the food stalls in the overnight market, they will find that 90% of the shops have the three words "Super Game" written on them.
Chen Xiao didn't explain, and continued: "This competition uses a lottery to decide the two players."
"It is forbidden to use weapons, talismans, medicine pills and other foreign objects during the competition. If they are found, they will be eliminated."
"Each competition is one hour long, and those who cannot be determined within one hour will be eliminated."
"Those who fall off the ring will be eliminated."
"Murderers are eliminated."
"Use intrigue and coercion to force the winner to be eliminated."
"..."
"I wish all the contestants the best of luck."
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Ke took Xiaoyu lightly from midair to the podium.
"Mr. Meng."
Chen Xiao and others bowed their hands respectfully and gave up their seats.
Meng Ke nodded, looked at the quiet crowd below, raised his hand, and rays of light flew out of his hand.
Falling in front of everyone, the light quickly condensed into a number.
"47?"
"I'm 152, is there anyone like me? Brother, show mercy!"
"Hold the grass, I'm number 44! What the hell number?! It's unlucky!"
"… "
After getting the numbers, under Meng Ke's gesture, Chen Xiao nodded, excited in his heart, took a deep breath, and said solemnly, "The first cultivator competition in Mangshan Holy Land!"
"I declare..."
"Officially begin!"
moment,
The originally noisy and noisy crowd erupted into a tsunami of cheers.
As if the witness of the times, a different kind of emotion poured out of everyone's heart.
A new era has begun, and this is an era that belongs to cultivators!
Even if their tens of thousands of people are only a drop in the bucket compared to the world, this will definitely be a blaze of fire.
Once ignited, it won't go out easily.
The emotions of countless people were ignited at this moment, and all the worries in their hearts were violently shattered.
The era has begun, and even the official cannot stop the rolling wheels of history.
There may be hardships and troughs.
However, they are the witnesses of this splendid era!
As the blood was ignited, Chen Xiao's voice just fell, the guards gave way, and the people holding the numbers rushed in quickly, and each rushed to the competition platform corresponding to their own numbers.
With Meng Ke here, no one dared to go beyond the rules, and soon two players from both sides stood on the stage.
A string of numbers strikingly appeared in mid-air.
As the countdown began, the excited crowd immediately adjusted their state and concentrated their spirits on their opponents.
The blind monk Ruiz and others came up at some point. They stood beside Meng Ke and watched the fight that started below.
"It's still a very young move!" The blind monk looked at one place and said with emotion.
Meng Ke followed his gaze.
I saw a man and a woman on a competition stage. Every time they punched their fists, there was a whistling sound, and while dodging, the young man seemed to have a certain pace under his feet. Then there is the habit-like quick counterattack.
It didn't take long for a woman who was obviously older than him to be punched in the front by him, and her nose bleeds.
The defeat was set. After the young man succeeded, he slammed his foot on the woman's calf, and the woman fell down in pain.
"Why are you throwing shit!"
Suddenly, a panicked exclamation sounded from another competition stage.
A man in black tights widened his eyes in horror.
Opposite him, a young man wearing orange-yellow trousers like open-crotch pants, with a smug face, was clutching a handful of sticky, foul-smelling substances in his hands.
"What? The competition only said that foreign objects cannot be used. I pulled the shit out on the spot, so it doesn't count as foreign objects!"
Saying that, he smiled sinisterly.
The energy in his hand was wrapped in a foul-smelling substance, he weighed it, and threw it at the man in black.
"Eat Me Big Destruction Egg!!"
The man hurriedly dodged and cursed loudly:
"Grip the grass! Are you disgusting! I want to complain! You are foul! Come on...!!"
On the many competition stages around, everyone looked at this scene dully, and stopped their attacks one after another.
"Can the competition be like this?"
"Hold the grass, brother! Please throw it on time! It's on our side!!"
"I'm going!! My clothes!!"
A lump was thrown out, and the man with open crotch pants poked his ass, and he didn't care about being watched by countless people, and another lump of foul-smelling substance condensed, rolled, and flowed in his hands.
He sniffed intoxicated.
"Aha, this group stinks even more! Tsk tsk tsk..."
He looked at the man in black playfully.
A sudden move!
"Eat my death ball!!"
"Ah--!!"
The man was shocked and desperate.
"The soul is dull!! I admit defeat! Don't fucking lose it!!"