Hearing Zhang Mochou's words, Chen Nian smiled bitterly: "Also, now that the competition is approaching, anyone who dares to do something to you at this time is a fool." ”

Not to mention that Zhang Mochou's own strength can already kill many people, and there is also a fierce Chu Feng staring at him.

In addition, Chen Nian is also here, and the City Lord's Mansion doesn't know how many masters are secretly dormant somewhere, just waiting for him to make a move, and he will be killed with one blow.

Now I am afraid that there is no other end except death.

Chen Nian said: "Since this is the case, then you remember not to run around, the people of the City Lord's Mansion, maybe I will let you speak on stage later." ”

Zhang Mochou: "Don't go." ”

"Zhang Cheng wants the City Lord's Mansion to speak, so let him go by himself. ”

He also said, "Miss Ben has a good reputation, I know it clearly, let me go up and speak, this group of people can't tell what to do behind their backs." ”

Li Xingchen: "You are precise in your positioning. ”

Zhang Mochou: "You deserter, just the opposite of Miss Ben, you can't figure out your own positioning, if you don't want to participate in the competition today, you may die after a while, Miss Ben is too lazy to bother with you, otherwise she will stab you to death with a sword." ”

Li Xingchen smiled bitterly.

The scene of the game was very lively, in fact, everyone would just have fun, a bunch of people surrounded from south to north, and a street along the city gate wall was mixed.

There are chivalrous fairies who are not weak in various sects, and there are seniors and masters of various sects, and they send their children to participate in the competition.

A lot of casual cultivation has never had resources, but the cultivation is not weak, and they dare to come to a way.

There is no such thing as a swaggering flying sword, after all, along the city wall, the city lord's mansion has already issued a ban on flying, if it weren't for Li Xingchen and Zhang Mochou who flew just now, they would have been killed in this place by now.

The guard just now spoke well to Zhang Mochou, but not to others.

The others came on foot, and a few on horseback stopped early next door and in the distance.

Passers-by, ordinary people.

Some pushed small carts, sold some daily necessities, food, and did some small business, taking advantage of this competition to make a wave of money.

Some simply stopped their business and ran over to watch the excitement of a few days, and these competitions were actually full of dreams from their youth.

When I first came to the secret realm for a while, everyone who was not enthusiastic always wanted to stand at the top of the secret realm, thinking about soaring on the auspicious clouds of the nine heavens, thinking about hugging the weak waist of the heroine, and being a pair of fairy couples that everyone envied.

But then they were all discounted by life, and in the end they still fell, and they started doing other things slowly, but they were not angry, but they were not angry.

It's just that the days go by day by day, the blood in the heart is always suppressed, the game just gives them a space to relax, looking at those chivalrous, winning the first place in the game, seeing those geniuses winning the championship, even their dreams at that time, gradually less blurred, gradually clear, as if right in front of them, like an immediate recovery.

As for the high-flying competition site, there are a total of eight rings.

Eight!

The rings are all high and vast, each ring is a square of nearly twenty square meters, and under these eight rings, there are many people around.

Pawns of the peddlers with carts.

Eat melons for the masses.

It's all below, and as for the players who really want to participate, the registration is in another place, on the city wall, inside the city lord's mansion.

Zhang Mochou is old.

Walking to the top of the city wall, looking at the dense ant-like crowd below, Zhang Mochou sighed.

"I've been watching this scene since I was a child, and it's still like this for so many years. ”

Li Xingchen: "Isn't this bad?"

Zhang Mochou: "When I was a child, I liked chivalry, heroes, and killing, watching them fight under the ring, and sometimes when I went to a happy place, I shouted two voices. ”

Li Xingchen: "What happened later?"

Zhang Mochou fell silent.

"You said that if in your world, these innocent civilians don't have to die?"

Li Xingchen smiled:

"I can't guarantee anything else, but these innocent civilians, if we were in our world, everyone would protect them, and none of them would have an accident. ”

Zhang Mochou continued to be silent.

Li Xingchen raised his hand and rubbed Zhang Mochou's hair: "I hate this world?"

Zhang Mochou waved his hand and knocked off Li Xingchen's arm: "You are going to die." ”

Li Xingchen smiled: "Go and register the deity, I want to participate." ”

"If you want to die, I'll tell you again, I won't collect your body. ”

Li Xingchen stretched his waist, inexplicably arrogant and heartbroken, he laughed and said: "I won't die, I won't take a step back today." ”

Zhang Mochou: "Bragging." ”

And he said, "Whoever believes in you is an idiot." ”

Li Xingchen laughed.

The origin of the path of cultivation has been 3,000 years, and after the ups and downs of the red dust, I only see the struggle between good and evil, and I do not see the fireworks in the world.

It's not that I haven't seen it.

Unconsciously, I forgot about it inexplicably.

In that case, is it necessary to wield a sword?

Zhang Mochou: "I'll sign you up, do you want to fight for that sect?"

"Tianshan faction, the head of the junior brother Li Xingchen. ”

Zhang Mochou pursed his lips: "Just like you, you are still in charge, is your sect just you and the head of the sect?" ”

Li Xingchen shook his head: "No, there are three people in our sect." ”

"I also have a nephew. ”

Zhang Mochou was dumbfounded, and praised and said, "Tut-tut, then you are really a big family." ”

Li Xingchen smiled: "Decent family, you should be like this." ”

Zhang Mochou: "Small sects are not worthy of being called famous and decent, these titles are used by big sects." ”

Li Xingchen: "I'm going to grab one, what do you think?"

Zhang Mochou: "The mud bodhisattva crosses the river, and it is difficult to protect himself." ”

"I still use afterwords, but I don't think I should use this place. ”

"Wang Ba eats scales, is iron-hearted? The old birthday star eats arsenic and looks for death?"

Li Xingchen smiled helplessly, "Don't talk about your little vocabulary, the deity will win a good ranking this time." ”

Zhang Mochou: "Don't talk nonsense, and get a good ranking, be careful when you meet a disciple of the Sword Sect, and cut you with a knife." ”

"You just pray, what you have been meeting is a disciple of Qile Mansion, and when you go up, you shout, you have a life-and-death feud with Chu Feng, the holy son of the Sword Sect, maybe they can take pity on you and give you a way to live. ”

Li Xingchen couldn't help but think of what the Great Elder had just whispered in Chu Feng's ear, and sighed slightly in his heart, "It's useless, I guess the disciples of the Qile Mansion want to kill me more than the disciples of the Sword Sect now." ”

What is competition? There is competition in the sect, there is only favor outside the sect, it is not difficult to give Chu Feng a favor to send water, but if you want the disciples in the Sword Sect to really give you Chu Feng's death force, it is a dream, in the sect, it is a competitive relationship, I don't know what to think in my heart.

But outside the sect, it is not necessarily, in case something happens, it is not clear to anyone.

Zhang Mochou looked up and down, "Tsk, aren't you going to die soon, Miss Ben is really sad for you." ”

Li Xingchen: "Mouse crying cat?"

Zhang Mochou laughed.

"And you're still participating?"

Li Xingchen rolled his eyes; "Nonsense, I must participate in this competition, no matter what, I will participate in this competition, and no one can stop me." ”

Zhang Mochou applauded, "Yes, you are quite ambitious, I support you." ”

Li Xingchen: "......"

"Go sign me up, don't talk about these useless things. ”

Zhang Mochou: "Okay, wait a minute, I will personally help you read out that sentence of the head of the Tianshan Sect." ”

Li Xingchen smiled: "This is okay?"

This time it was Zhang Mochou's turn to roll his eyes: "Miss Ben is the eldest lady of the City Lord's Mansion, whatever I say is what I say, your name will definitely resound throughout the city at that time, and you can shout Miss Ben's name before you die, maybe others will treat you as an infatuation that would rather die than give in." ”

Li Xingchen smiled bitterly: "You have it, you don't need to do this, wait a minute, and I'm going to help me defeat my opponent." ”

Zhang Mochou: "Only by believing in you can you have ghosts, but if you can defeat your opponent, I can indeed help you read it." ”

Li Xingchen: "Go, sign up for me." ”

Zhang Mochou snorted.

At the registration office in front, Zhang Mochou's identity, of course, didn't need to line up like their group, but just walked over domineeringly.

The registration office was originally overcrowded, so he hurriedly made way for Zhang Mochou, like ants moving the way, and the dense crowd was evacuated in an instant, which was very wonderful.

Li Xingchen smiled: "It's a little interesting." ”

Zhang Mochou: "The head of the Tianshan faction, Li Xingchen, sign up, remember, whoever dares to do anything here, let him run into someone like Chu Feng, Miss Ben will kill you all." ”

The registration staff dragged the two-five-eighty-six in front of the others, and in front of Zhang Mochou, he muttered and trembled, someone in the City Lord's Mansion dared to disown the city lord of Zhang Cheng, but no one dared to disown Zhang Mochou, the eldest lady, and his body trembled:

"Miss, you just give me ten guts, and I don't dare to do anything with them, who doesn't know that this is your person. ”

Zhang Mochou glared: "If you can't speak, close your dog's mouth and do things honestly." ”

The person at the registration office hurriedly responded, "I understand, Miss, I'll help him sign up now, do you need a bye?"

The bye is that when Li Xingchen was drawn, no one could come to face him, and he could directly advance to the next round.

Zhang Mochou: "No, feel free, let him fight with those people with similar strength, and if he dies, he will die, and Miss Ben is too lazy to care." ”

How dare the people at the registration office take it seriously, they hurriedly registered, and waited for a random selection

Zhang Mochou walked back with a cold face, and the crowd once again made a way: "Wait a minute, start your number plate, number eight." ”

"Tut-tut. ”

"What's wrong, what's wrong with Eight?"

"The eighth is the last game, some people, everybody watching, I'll see how you escape. ”

Li Xingchen smiled and said, "I said, I won't run this time." ”

Zhang Mochou snorted coldly: "I'm waiting for you not to run." ”