At ten o'clock in the morning, the big bell "Dang Dang Dang Dang" on the Square of Wind was rang ten times, heralding that the Wufeng Competition, which is held every five years, has finally kicked off.
Tens of thousands of young talents on the Square of Wind rub their hands, some are excited, some are nervous, and some are at a loss, standing aimlessly in place and turning in circles.
This grand event attracted almost all young people of the right age in the Wufeng Principality. The scale was more than twice that of the annual Enke Exam.
The people of the Principality have always advocated force, and the people's martial arts practice has become a common practice, and the literary pens have become unpopular. This is the opposite of Wu Ling's previous life.
What's more, this martial arts competition has a lot of rewards. As long as you get a little bit of achievement, you will be able to honor your ancestors. At least you can mix with a county magistrate. The best ones may be sent to the Wuzhi Empire for further study and be awarded a reward. Land, not to mention.
Standing in the crowd, Wu Ling neither pretended to be advanced nor underestimated himself. In fact, Wu Ling really couldn't get much interest in this level of testing.
Strength tests, speed tests, and endurance tests are pretty scary, but in fact, they are nothing more than weightlifting, running, and a series of events that are just like those in previous games.
If there was one thing that could make Wu Ling a little bit more energetic, it would be a test of the ability to resist. Just after listening to Xie Yuyan's introduction, this kind of test is for a warrior with a superior cultivation base to attack him, and his side is responsible for defense.
Being able to compete with masters is a hard-won opportunity and must be firmly grasped.
There was noisy surroundings. The staff of the competition were chanting the rules of the competition hoarsely. Wu Ling didn't listen attentively. He had already figured out the rules as early as just now.
"Hey, buddy, my name is Fengfuer, what's your name?" A short and strong guy next to him, with dark skin and a different kind of luster, touched Wu Ling with his arm, and whispered.
Wu Ling was taken aback, and then he laughed: "The wind is not the same, hehe, your name is really funny."
Feng Fuer twitched his head, because it was too dark, there was no blush on his face, but it was easy to tell from his expression, he was shy: "Hey, I'm the boss of our family. , So my father named Fengbuer."
What an interesting family. Thinking about this, Wu Ling looked at Feng Budu in front of him, and immediately became a lot more cordial. This person is honest and honest, and will not have any bad thoughts: "Haha, my name is Wu Ling!"
Feng Fuer's expression changed, watching Wu Ling's eyes look weird, and after a long time, he cautiously asked, "Wu Ling, are you the son of the Minister of Finance Wu Yu Wu?"
"Yeah, what's the matter?" Wu Ling was puzzled for a while, and then he was proud, "I don't seem to have a small reputation, hehe, this is also considered famous!"
"Uh, that waste material Wu Ling?" The words came to my lips, I wanted to take it back, but couldn't take it back. Feng Bu secondhand covered his mouth, and his dark face became darker and brighter because of worry.
The laughter stopped abruptly, Wu Ling's small face froze in general. After half a day, he smiled awkwardly, pretending to be calm and patted on the shoulder of Feng Bu'er, and said self-deprecatingly: "Brother, do you need to be so direct ?"
Feng Fuer is obviously very worried. As soon as he said something, he regretted it. The civilian children like him are helpless, but he dare not offend the noble children like Wu Ling, even if Wu Ling is a waste. And it's a waste material with a world-renowned reputation.
Seeing Wu Ling being so close, Feng Fuer breathed a sigh of relief, stroked his chest a few times, and said with a smirk:
"Don't blame the son, the villain is straightforward and straightforward. My father has taught me several times about this, but every time I can't remember it!"
Wu Ling couldn't help but amused. The wind is not the same, it is really straightforward, but the people are also cute, without the city, and treat people sincerely. In this world, there are not many people like this.
"Haha, it's okay, brother, I have encountered this kind of thing, not once or twice, you said that I am more comfortable, I don't know how much better than those secretly cynics villains. Also, don't call me son, it sounds awkward , Let's call my name!"
"Hey, okay, Brother Wuling, when we test for a while, we two will be together, or we can take care of each other, brothers, I don’t understand many things, so I should ask you." Feng Fuyi patted his chest and thought It took a long time for the words to be spoken without pretense.
Wu Ling couldn't help being touched. What is certain is that in Feng Fuji's heart, he still regards himself as a waste material. However, he still insists on testing with himself. Just for this mind, this person can be regarded as a friend to make.
Lovers are easy to find, friends are hard to find, and it is a great joy in life to have a few close friends throughout your life.
Just about to say something, I only heard the organizer of the contest shouting: The contest started.
Wu Ling and Feng Fuji stopped talking and arrived at the test site.
The strength test is the first hurdle, and the test method is quite ancient and simple-lift a stone!
Followed by the endurance test, the test method is more ancient and simple-long-distance running!
Under the order of the organizer, tens of thousands of young talents were divided into batches and proceeded in sequence.
Wu Ling was arranged to conduct a strength test first, but unfortunately Feng Fuji was arranged to conduct an endurance test first. Looking at Wu Ling worriedly, Feng Fuji patiently asked a few words before he walked to the test site reluctantly.
Rows of huge stones of different sizes were placed in front of Wu Ling one by one. Wu Ling suddenly found it difficult to choose. He didn't want to show the limelight prematurely, but even the heaviest piece didn't seem to cause him much trouble.
Thinking silently in her heart, Wu Ling slowly came to the row of stones, only to see that the person presiding over the test did not lift his head, lowered his head and asked coldly: "Name?"
"Wu Ling."
The man's head suddenly drawn a beautiful arc, he raised his head abruptly, squinted his eyes, and his tone was full of jokes: "Master Wu Yu's son, Wu Ling?"
The man hesitated to speak, with a face full of contempt, slanted his eyes to fill in Wu Ling's name in the name column, and pointed to the row of test stones: "Try it! See if you can lift it!" Quite dismissive, it seemed that he didn't want to waste time, and wanted to send Wu Ling away quickly. In his eyes, it was impossible for Wu Ling to lift the lightest stone.
Following the person's finger, Wu Ling saw the lightest piece of the entire row of stones, and turned her head with a wry smile, Wu Ling asked cautiously, "Well, do you have to start with the lightest piece?"