The young man wearing a hat said, "Does Tianxuan need to report his background?"
His voice was very flat, without any ups and downs, just like water, and it was still water without waves. However, if there are truly high-level figures present, or they can hear that this is not water, it should be ice, and it cannot be so without thousands of years of frost.
The onlookers in the distance were in an uproar, who would have thought that this person's reaction would be so indifferent and tough.
The Heavenly Selection Ceremony is called the Heavenly Selection, but it can be clearly seen from the rules that what is more important is self-improvement. Whether it is the protection of the ancestors or self-improvement, there is no need to care about the identity and origin. All the ceremonies of the selection of heaven since ancient times do not need to explain this point.
The member of the Presbyterian Church was at a loss for words, looked at the young man wearing the hat and said angrily, "I hope you can always wear the hat today."
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The morning light is getting brighter. Although it is deep winter, it has its own warmth.
The red sun in the depths of the distant mountains is getting higher and higher, and the wet fog covering both sides of the Red River has completely dissipated, and the scenery is clear and beautiful.
The arena battle in Baidi City was also in full swing, with countless wonderful and dangerous battle scenes constantly appearing.
In the streets and alleys, on the stone walls, beside the meadows, and in front of the imperial city, the people of the monster tribe cheered unceasingly, and exclamations sounded from time to time.
Many well-known strong youths from the Yaozu defeated their opponents, but there were also many upsets.
Some of the characters selected by the small tribes in the deep mountains and old mountains showed unexpected realm strength.
The arenas near the imperial palace and the castle tower are naturally the center of everyone's attention. They are relatively quiet and their sightlines are more focused.
As the selection of the heavens proceeded, most of the sights fell on the three arenas.
There were three people standing on each of the three arenas.
Xiaode, the second prince of Daxizhou, and a young man wearing a hat.
As the strongest Mesozoic of the monster race and the nephew of the empress, Xiaode and the second prince of Daxizhou should of course be the focus, but now more attention, especially the attention of those big figures on the observation deck of the imperial city, is on that Dai Li. young man with cap.
The young man in the hat was too mysterious.
Until now, except for the unknown name on the register, no one knows his identity. That young man seemed to possess some kind of magical power, all opponents had no chance to make moves at all, and just stepped onto the ring, they would fall down strangely and become unconscious.
So far, this young man has won four games in a row, and no matter whether it is the carp deacon who is in charge of judging the outcome, the member of the elders who is in charge of supervision, or even the Yaoting general Chong Xinghe who went to check on the third game, he unexpectedly It is impossible to see what kind of exercises he used.
Who is he and what tribe is he from
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When most of the eyes were focused on the imperial city and the castle tower, when a very few important figures who knew the inside story looked at the young man wearing a hat with mixed emotions, something happened in a remote arena, but it didn't cause any trouble at the time. The attention of any Yaozu people.
This arena is located in Songding, a slum area of Baidi City. It is very remote, but it is too close to the river. The Yu Jings happily rolled and celebrated in the Red River. Countless stenches were thrown out of the mud at the bottom of the river by them and came with the wind. On the shore, it is disgusting to hear, where will there be any strong people willing to come.
Earlier in the morning, the war drum had just sounded in the upper city, and gradually spread to Songding, and the thin yellow sand on the stone ring that had been built overnight vibrated slightly, except for the carp magistrate , two supervisors and related officials, there is no other figure to be seen.
Although the election ceremony is a universal celebration, life still has to go on, and the lower-level people living in Songding still have to work, otherwise they will be hungry at night. Compared with starvation, fighting in the arena is very interesting, but we have to wait until later. Let it go.
Before working, of course, the first thing is to fill the stomach. All kinds of crude stone stoves began to emit cooking smoke, and in the oil pan that had been blackened for an unknown number of days, all kinds of pasta began to swell, and then painfully spitting bubbles, the demon people who didn't wash their faces Yawning and lining up.
Xuanyuan Po didn't sleep much last night and woke up relatively early, so he bought breakfast before the crowd.
There is a slight mist in the courtyard deep in the alley, which is the kettle on the stove.
There is also a slight fog behind the paper door in the room, which is the sanctity exuded by the steaming white flour steamed buns and meat stuffed buns in the torn brown paper bags.
Bian Yang Hong and Wu Wu Bi eat steamed buns.
What Xuanyuan Po ate was meat buns, that buns were not much smaller than his face, after he took a bite, the aroma and meat juice dripped out together.
Unlimited Bi looked at him with an ugly expression and said, "Why do you eat steamed buns, but let us eat steamed buns?"
Xuanyuan Po didn't bother to pay attention to her at all, and continued to eat the buns, sucking the meat juice that flowed down his fingers from time to time, it looked delicious.
Infinity Bi's face became even uglier, and he said sharply, "Are you eating this for us to see! Get out!"
Xuanyuan Po still ignored him.
After a night of breathing adjustment, Bie Yanghong's spirit improved slightly, but the death in his eyes was still dispelled countless times.
He looked at Xuanyuan Po and asked: "What kind of stuffing is this bun?"
"Beef and green onions." Xuanyuan Po replied vaguely.
Bie Yanghong sighed and said, "It's really fragrant."
Only then did Xuanyuan Po come to his senses, quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, and then explained seriously: "Sir, I didn't mean to be greedy for you, it's just that the headmaster said that you can't eat too much oil after being injured. If you drink the porridge, you don’t need to eat the steamed buns.”
The dean he was talking about was naturally Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng paid great attention to health preservation, and the members of the Orthodox Academy, including Xuanyuan Po, were naturally deeply affected.
Bie Yanghong smiled.
Infinity Bi said viciously: "Eat your steamed stuffed bun, it will kill you!"
Xuanyuan Po ignored her, and continued to explain to Bian Yanghong: "Today I will exert a lot of energy, so I need to eat enough."
Although Bian Yanghong was seriously injured, her spiritual sense was still sharp, and she could hear the sound of war drums outside the courtyard and the discussions on the street very clearly. Listening to Xuanyuan Po's words, and then thinking about what he said last night that there was a lot of trouble in the past two days. Things to do, vaguely understood, and asked: "Are you going to participate in the selection ceremony?"
Infinity Bi has a lonely personality, but has a lot of knowledge. He knows what the Selection Ceremony means to the Yaozu. Han Xiong, how dare you expect to marry Baidi's daughter?"
No matter how good-tempered Xuanyuan Po was, he couldn't help it anymore, and said in a muffled voice, "What do you know?"
Infinity Bi's eyes fell on his obviously shriveled and weak right arm, and said with a sneer, "I only know that you are a waste."
Bie Yanghong also noticed the abnormality of Xuanyuan Po's right arm, but her reaction was different from Wu Wunbi's, and asked with a slightly different expression: "You are cultivating Tianlei Yin?"