Chapter 34: Leader of Wutong Mansion, how do you know that I am not determined to risk everything? !
Wutong Prefecture Parade Ground, West Arena.

"Whizzing!"

He rode up on his horse, drew his bow and shot the target in one go!
I heard the summoner on one side shouting A,

Jiang Yi, who came from the capital, wiped the sweat from his forehead and revealed a satisfied smile on his still somewhat childish face.

The family fell into decline, and the title of Lingxiao Pavilion was not allowed to be inherited without a certain level of cultivation.

Da Zhao was a military leader, and minor officials might be able to pass on their wealth to their descendants, but as hereditary princes, dukes, and the like who shouldered heavy responsibilities,
If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. There is no such thing as hereditary succession!

A family of generals is noble and can remain noble forever. They have the capital to be arrogant and their descendants will strive to be proud of them. They can transform resources and add to their cultivation.

If you don't fight.
It would be like what happened to his father, the title was cut off in Lingxiao Pavilion, hanging vacantly, with no one able to inherit it!
As a result, in order to compete for resources, his generation had to travel thousands of miles to his ancestral home, Wutong Prefecture, just to fight for the qualification to enter the "Martial Temple", a holy place for military strategists that only the top leader of the prefecture could reach!

Because according to legend,

In the Martial Temple, the "heroic spirits" of the past dynasties of Da Zhao are enshrined. They have forged their former spirit and traces into the sculptures.

If you can get the approval of one of them,
Even, they can inherit their former "talents"!
When Da Zhao was established, the situation was extremely difficult. Anyone who rose under such circumstances was a rare hero.

Even if he could only get one tenth, it would be enough for him to revive his family business and inherit the legacy left by his ancestors.

More importantly, some of them have become big shots in the "Shenjing" who can shake the situation with just a stomp of their feet. If you can establish a close relationship with them,
Don't talk about Zhongxing,

Even if it means surpassing the past, it may not be impossible!
"Song Chaixin from the Xie family, skill level: A!" The summoning officer's voice sounded again.

Xie Mansion Song Chaixin?
That half-demon?
Jiang Yi was startled when he heard the words and looked in the direction of the voice.

Then he saw Song Chaixin, a man with a body of steel and arrows falling like stars. He couldn't help but pursed his lips, feeling a vague threat.

but.
If he can't take this step.

How can he become a true 'Little Lord'? !

On the other side, Donglei!

"drink!"

Xu Zuorong exhaled air as fast as an arrow, and his qi and blood were transported, raising his whole body condition to the highest level.

He heard the endless voices of "Grade A, Grade B", and other similar words, but they did not make him raise his eyelids even a little.

Jiang Yi.

Song Chaixin.

One name after another passed by his ears.

Nor did he ask her to look away.

No matter how good other people's grades are, can you really make them feel intimidated by just looking at them a few more times?

No!

If you have that time, you might as well improve your foundation and condition to the highest level.

Then, make a concerted effort to break through the arena, and stand upright to the end in the most important 'duel' of the three levels. This is the right way.

As for losing
Nothing.

He, Xu Zuorong, came from the "Great Wall to Suppress Demons" not for the sake of coveting the top ten seats but to be an official. What he wanted was to enter the Martial Temple in person, inherit a wisp of "divine thought" from that person, and become a disciple!
If you can't do it,
Then I'll go back home and continue killing monsters to hone my skills.

A great sage once said that victory and defeat are common in war.

The foundation continues,

There are green mountains everywhere in life!
not to mention,
He didn't think at all that a nobleman from Shenjing, a half-demon with demon blood, could defeat him!

[You are rated as 'A', have broken through the technical barrier, and are ranked as top, ranking in the top three! ]

[According to the rules, the first two levels, 'Hunting' and 'Skills', will select a total of 36 people to participate in the final 'Fighting' to determine the top ten. ]

[The competition consists of four rounds, with a two-to-one promotion system. Thirty-six people advance to eighteen, and eighteen people advance to nine. As the top three, after the second round, if you have not been eliminated, you, Jiang Yi, and Xu Zuorong will have a bye, and the remaining six people will decide the three people to fight with you in the fourth round.]

[When the sky gradually darkens and the sun sets,]

[You used your brilliant boxing skills to knock down a pretty good warrior from the ring. He was one of the top six this time, but]

[It can only be the top six. ]

[When a layer of dusk, like a fairy dress of water and fire, is draped over your body. 】

[You looked around. On the three stages, besides you, there were only Jiang Yi and Xu Zuorong left.]

[So, you thought for a moment, smiled, and walked off the stage. Before the summoner could tell the top three who would fight first and who would be the bye]

[You have already jumped onto the platform, your fist pointed directly at Jiang Yi! ]

[You chose him not because you thought he was weaker, but because you took out a copper coin in your spare time, threw it on the front in front of everyone, and then chose Jiang Yi. That's all.]

[Your actions were not concealed, which made this noble son of the Divine Capital stunned. Instead of getting angry, he laughed: "What a sharp edge! Even compared with those generals in the Divine Capital, I'm afraid you are not much inferior!"]

[After saying that, he did not hesitate at all, drew out the sword from his waist, and waved his hand. Flames appeared, as if his sword skills had entered the "artistic state". At the same time, a thin layer of air also covered the surface of the sword blade, and it came straight towards you to attack! ]

[He has gathered Qi and realized the sword intent. This is Jiang Yi. He is far superior to all the leaders in the past. If we count three generations ago or three generations later, the leader will undoubtedly be him. However.]

【How come he met you. 】

[There are very few people who want to build a foundation in Wuguan, get recognition from the 'authentic' boxing style, and improve their bodies imperceptibly. ]

[Because the difficulty of building a Wuguan foundation is ten times greater than that of gaining recognition from the likes of "Boxing Dao" and "Kendo", so even if one is born noble, it is useless.]

[Although you have not yet mastered the 'Flame of the Wolf', you have already condensed your fist style, and your natural intention is 10% higher than the 'famous' fist techniques.]

[Jiang Yi's sword moves are very powerful, but after all, he has not practiced to the highest level of "Martial Arts Heaven Phase" and cannot achieve the ability to break all methods with one force. ]

[Half an incense stick, just half an incense stick! ]

[When the sword's will is shattered by the fist,]

【At the same time, a heart of Taoism that rose like the blazing sun was also 'broken'. 】

【But your steps never stopped here. 】

[After all, the enemies who are defeated by you will only look at your back until they disappear. ]

[You cast your gaze towards Xu Zuorong, who is looking at you with his arms folded and brows furrowed in thought. Without hesitation, you fly over and punch him! ]

[At this moment, the only thing you think of me in your heart is only one thought, and that is to win! ]

[And the man slowly drew out his sword.] [As expected, he also realized the artistic conception, and his Qi gathering was very successful. You were in a tough fight, and even fell into a disadvantage, losing step by step.]

[When your actual combat, experience, skills, and realm are on par with your opponent, or even surpassed by your opponent, the scales of victory will naturally tilt.]

[But we have already come this far.]

【You won't be willing. 】

[The part of your bloodline that belongs to the dragon, although you do not acknowledge it, it is connected to your bloodline.]

[You shed the blood of what you think is sin,]

[A life-threatening paranoia gradually emerged between his eyes! ]

Whoohoo! !

There are flags like a forest on the parade grounds, and the wind is blowing loudly under the setting sun!
Song Chaixin's body was covered with numerous knife wounds and blood was dripping. Even the Water and Fire Fairy Robe could not block all the sharp swords.

Xu Zuorong frowned tightly, and formed the most common defensive posture among military strategists, like a tortoise and a snake entwined together, and stared at the enemy in front of him with his long sword.

No, it's an enemy.

But on his back, it seemed as if there was a dragon that was waiting to devour its prey!

This guy called Song Chai Xin is not competing at all!
He is risking his life!
Stab it!

The agile young man in front of him jumped and raised his strong arm, revealing a large flaw on his right shoulder. Seeing this opportunity, Xu Zuorong did not hesitate and gave Song Chaixin another knife wound.

but!

Boom!
"Wow!" Xu Zuorong, who had just chopped with his sword, turned pale and was hit hard in the chest, almost displacing his internal organs!

Trade injury for injury!

He took two steps back, but the guy who should have been more seriously injured than him actually grinned and laughed out loud: "You are the first person I want to beat since I started boxing for six months."

June?

For a thousandth of a second, Xu Zuorong was stunned.

You are making trouble!
He spent ten years honing his skills to make this sword!

You started practicing boxing in June, do you really think you know it by nature?
However, before Xu Zuorong could respond, a pair of cold eyes filled with blood-red color swept over him, which immediately made his heart shudder.

Only then did he realize that the guy in front of him was a half-demon!
Song Chaixin's physique is stronger than mine!
But what can I do? I have already tried everything I can. Should I just admit defeat?
How can I be willing!
Thinking like this,

Even though there was a threat to his life, the so-called "green mountains" that he had thought of beforehand were thrown out of Xu Zuorong's mind in an instant.

then,

Under the setting sun.

Bang bang bang! !

Wow! !

Fists and swords intertwined.

The two figures were covered with scars.

It's a completely life-threatening fighting style, even more devilish than that of demons.

Jiang Yi, who came from the capital, was staring blankly.

He finally knew.
Where did he lose.

He had no determination to risk his life, his mind was full of the glory of rejuvenation, but he forgot that a warrior has to fight for his life for everything!

This is impossible.
How can one compare to these two?
until----

clang!
One punch!
Seeing the limit of Xu Zuorong's body, Song Chaixin laughed grimly and hit him on the skull, holding back a little, and finally when he was almost exhausted.
Get him down!
"Boom!"

A heavy muffled sound rang out in the ring.

Xu Zuorong felt dizzy and fell into a coma.

Song Chaixin's gesture of holding back made Xiang Zhulu and Lin Shao, who were almost standing up, sit back down.

Before sitting down, Xiang Zhulu was shocked, but he smiled to the right and said:

"how?"

"I said, wait and see!"

In response to this, the middle-aged commander frowned, snorted, and said nothing.

On the contrary, the Palace Master Bai Qiuyi in the middle had bright eyes and a smile on his old face, as if he had seen some rare treasure:
"Not bad!"

"I have been a palace master for so many years, and these three are the best I have ever seen."

"It is an honor to be recorded as their 'master'. What an honor!"

And in the arena.

Song Chaixin was already exhausted and could not stand on the pole.

It was not until the summoning officer announced the order of Palace Master Bai Qiuyi that I heard the words in a fuzzy voice:
"The contemporary leader of Wutong Mansion——"

"Xie family, Song Chaixin!"

back!
He could no longer hold on and was about to fall to the ground.

I originally thought that he would be like Xu Zuorong, alone and collapsed on the ring.

I didn't expect it,
In the nearest spectator seat, a graceful figure flew over with light footsteps, grabbed him, and dragged him off the stage.

Ruan Xiuxiu looked at the young man in front of her with a complicated expression. His body was covered in blood, but his slender arms were as clean as porcelain. After hesitating for a moment, she rolled up her sleeves and wiped his face.

Seeing that handsome face that was both evil, resolute and a bit fierce.

Thinking of the god-like shadow just now.

Gradually overlap with half a year ago
Suddenly, it seemed to hit my heart.

Ruan Xiuxiu felt it.
The beating from the heart.

You can hear something by just smelling a needle.

(ps: I have written 6,000 words, a little late. During the new book period, I update 5,000 to 6,000 words every day, which is a little more than others. I will definitely update a lot when the book is put on the shelves. Everyone remember to follow the book every day. This data is very important. Please QAQ!)
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