Usually, people are granted the title of marquis through connections. Of course, you also need to have some skills to do so.
For example, in those families, there are those who can inherit the title of marquis, and the title of marquis is relatively simple. If you are considered to be a member of the Demon Cult, you will naturally not be able to become a marquis through this method. In addition, there are three ways.
First, his fighting ability is particularly strong, so he can naturally become a marquis!
Second, join the Fenghou Hall.
Third, join the army.
It's just that these three types of ennoblement are more difficult. Of course, if you become a marquis, there are still some benefits. First, you can get a fief, but it's hard to say how big the fief is. And this fief only needs to pay tribute once every ten years.
At the same time, the feudal lord can apply for help from the imperial court to further his studies. Depending on his contribution, the qualifications for further studies he can obtain are also different. "
"Well, the imperial court will train others?" Zheng Shiyi looked at Qing Mo strangely.
"What's so strange about this?" Qing Mo chuckled and said, "The imperial court's idea is very simple, that is, it is better to learn from them than to learn from others. In addition to the imperial court, there are still great sects that last forever in the world."
"That's it." Zheng Shiyi understood immediately.
After one night, the assessment continued the next day.
Zheng Shiyi still pushed his opponent easily to enter the next round just like yesterday, and masters such as Young Master Jinyu, Gui Chen, and Black Peacock also entered the next round easily.
"That fat man's assessment is about to begin, but I don't know what he will do this time." Zheng Shiyi stood under the ring and quickly fell into the group of Peng Junyue who was about to undergo the assessment.
On the ring, the people participating in the assessment walked cautiously towards the ring, constantly looking around as they walked.
"That fat man, it seems that what he did last time was amazing. Now everyone is on guard against him, but it seems that he did not do anything in the ring." Zheng Shiyi looked at Peng Junyue on the ring and became more and more curious. Isn't this fat man Probably nothing.
The gong sounded and the assessment began.
In an instant, four or five people in front of Peng Junyue attacked Peng Junyue at the same time.
Peng Junyue seemed not to have expected that he would be the first to be attacked. His eyes widened suddenly, and before he could react, the attack had already fallen on him.
"Pfft..." Peng Junyue opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes, and fainted on the ground.
"Is this fat man defeated like this?" Zheng Shiyi looked at the melee in disbelief. There was obviously no extremely powerful person in this arena. This was also the case in most competitions. Everyone fell into a melee and slowly There are fewer and fewer people standing in the ring slowly.
Until the last eight people were left, the battle in the ring became anxious.
These eight people were divided into two groups, with four people in each group joining forces. Both sides were of similar strength and it was difficult to defeat each other for a while.
On the floor of the arena, Peng Junyue carefully opened one eye and looked at both sides. He quietly took out a jade bottle and opened the cork. Suddenly, a burst of fragrance flowed out of the jade bottle.
During the battle, the bodies of the eight people swayed one after another, and their steps became chaotic. After a short time, the eight people fell to the ground one after another with a muffled sound.
"Haha... It's over. This time it's me, Fatty, who wins." Peng Junyue jumped up from the ground with a proud look on his face.
"It's the fat guy!"
"That fat man, he's playing dirty tricks again!"
On the ring, the eight people who were lying on the ground looked at the fat man who suddenly stood up and cursed one by one. However, one of them reacted quickly and shouted to the referee below: "He has already lost. He fell to the ground before." , he violated the rules."
As soon as the voice fell, the other seven people also reacted and started shouting.
"Yes, he has been defeated before!"
"Fat man, quickly detoxify us and then get down!"
"The eight of us should compete again!"
The armor-clad referee listened to the shouts of several people but shook his head slightly and said: "He did not violate the rules."
"How can it be possible if there is no violation?"
"He has already lost before!"
The eight people heard the referee's words and shouted again.
"You guys are really stupid. Where did I break the rules, Fatty?" Peng Junyue listened impatiently to everyone's shouting and interrupted everyone: "The rules have been stated a long time ago. You will only lose if you are knocked off the ring or beaten to death. Fatty." I just fell to the ground tactically. How could I be considered a loser if I wasn't knocked off the ring
In this arena, even if you admit defeat on the spot, you may take action again, let alone Fatty. Who can you blame for your stupidity? "
After Peng Junyue finished speaking, he walked up to several people and threw them all off the ring one by one. He did not leave the ring until the referee announced that he had won.
On the high platform, General Wen looked at the arenas below, but he frowned and said impatiently: "The fight is too slow. Don't compete again tomorrow. It's still early today. Let's continue with the next round."
"The next round starts so soon?"
"Wait, it seems that after two rounds, there are only twenty-four people, that is, the top twenty-four. Can't the top twenty-four still pass the assessment directly?"
"I don't know what the test will be in the next round. It can't be that everyone is fighting in the ring. The person who wins in the end can pass the test."
"have no idea."
Twenty-four people all looked in the direction of the high platform.
"In the next round, twenty-four people will compete individually in pairs. The winner will advance to the next round. The specific grouping will be determined by your own drawing of lots."
After the adjutant announced the assessment method, he walked towards the crowd holding a bamboo stick.
Determined by drawing lots
Guichen's face showed a look of excitement, so he might be drawn into a team with Zheng Shiyi. No, that adjutant would definitely use tricks.
Zheng Shiyi looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Peng Junyue. This fat man seemed to be the most difficult guy to deal with. I really didn't know what methods he would use when fighting him.
Among the twenty-four-two-year-olds, many people's eyes fell on Peng Junyue, and they obviously didn't want to be drawn into a group with Peng Junyue.
"Lin Yuyang? I don't have much impression of this person. He doesn't seem to be a master."
Zheng Shiyi looked at the bamboo stick in his hand and quickly walked to the ring. Under the ring, a relatively handsome young man looked at the bamboo stick in his hand helplessly: "Zheng Shiyi, this time I will participate in the Tiger and Leopard Army assessment." Ren Hong, one of the three strongest people, how could I get him? He is still a demon.
Zheng Shiyi is already a Marquis, and I am just a Quasi Marquis, so there is no way I can fight him. "
Lin Yuyang walked directly to the referee in front of the ring and said: "I admit defeat."
Lin Yuyang admitted defeat, and Zheng Shiyi went directly to the next round without even fighting.
The other opponents of Young Master Jin Yu and Gui Chen also abstained directly.
And Peng Junyue has already walked to the ring.
Opposite Peng Junyue, a man with a rough appearance and an unusually strong build walked carefully to the ring, stood far away opposite Peng Junyue, and looked over with a wary expression.
"Hey... don't stand so far away, I want to tell you something." Peng Junyue ran over as soon as the opponent came to the ring.
The muscles on the face of the man opposite him twitched obviously, and he quickly retreated, but he was already at the edge of the ring and had nowhere to retreat.
"Don't worry, the assessment hasn't started yet, and I can't do anything to you now." Peng Junyue had already walked to the man's side as he spoke, and then said something softly in a voice that only two people could hear.
After saying this, a vein suddenly popped out on the man's face, and he looked at Peng Junyue with an angry expression, as if he was a ferocious beast that chose people to devour.
"You are very good!"
The man glared at Peng Junyue fiercely, but turned around and walked down the ring, looking very hurried.
"Abstained."
"Are you giving up now?"
"What did the fat man say? Why did his opponent abstain like that?"
Below the ring, everyone looked at the retreating figure with confusion, completely confused as to why this person gave up like this.
"Fat man, how did you do that?" Zheng Shiyi asked curiously as soon as Peng Junyue returned.
"It's simple. Everyone has their own sore feet. As long as you grasp the opponent's sore feet, you can naturally defeat them without fighting.
I just told him that his old mother is in my hands. Of course, I just caught his mother and served her with delicious food and drink, but I didn't do anything to his mother. "
"Fat man, you are so shameless. You have the nerve to say that you will surrender without fighting!" Zheng Shiyi gave the fat man a deep look of disdain, and secretly rejoiced in his heart. Fortunately, he did not run into this fat man, otherwise he would not have known what this fat man was going to do. How to deal with yourself.
Twenty-four people competed in pairs, and there were only twelve groups of competitions in total. Soon, all twelve groups of competitions were over.
"Okay, now that the top twelve have been decided, all twelve of you have passed the assessment. The assessment is now officially over."
On the high platform, General Wen finally spoke after the last competition.
"Finally passed!"
"Tiger and Leopard Army, I can join the Tiger and Leopard Army!"
"it is finally over."
Among the twelve people, several people showed excitement on their faces, but Guichen's expression suddenly turned cold. He raised his head and looked directly in the direction of General Wen: "You violated your faith. You said, let me and Zheng Shiyi fought, and now that I haven’t fought him, the assessment is over!”
General Wen still looked at Guichen indifferently, with a relaxed smile on his face and said: "This general has never said that he will definitely let you fight. Besides, when you come here, you must listen to this general. "
"Really?" Guichen's murderous aura surged into the sky, his eyes fixed on General Wen.
Buzz…
In the air, a buzzing sound suddenly came to mind.
In the scabbard behind Guichen, the Mantra Buddha Sword suddenly began to tremble slightly without any movement. The trembling speed became faster and faster, and it seemed as if it was about to fly out of the scabbard.
The murderous aura on Guichen's body continued to overflow, as if the entire space was completely frozen. The spectators around him felt that breathing suddenly became difficult, as if someone was strangling their throats.
(End of chapter)