After discussing the next day's affairs in the room for a while, they went back to their rooms. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Wen Yiming still couldn't get rid of Yiqing's entanglement, and kicked off the shoes of the little white rabbit with a crying and cuteness, and only revealed a small head when he got into the quilt, and made a grimace at Wen Yiming who was smiling bitterly with big eyes.

Wen Yiming did not rest, and slowly played gentle Tai Chi in the room with the Great Life Soul Technique, so as to meditate.

The number of places out of the plug has been decided, they are Wen Yiming, Amon and Zhong Xiaoshan.

Originally, Wen Yiming wanted Saiyaren to fight, but he couldn't withstand Zhong Xiaoshan's repeated requests. Thinking that Zhong Xiaoshan's injuries were not serious, and with his own potion and Holy Light Technique treatment, he should be able to fully recover the next day, Wen Yiming did not object, but still made a final warning, there can only be one voice in the team, otherwise everyone will go back to the Western Regions.

Zhong Xiaoshan doesn't have much intersection, but he can see that he has a very similar personality to himself, and he would rather bend than bend.

He understood Zhong Xiaoshan's mood very well, and it was a newly recruited great martial artist in Gong Bin's team who was a first-level martial artist named Hua Rong. And Gong Bin's crocodile group is just a novice junior team, and it is obvious that the group has not been established for more than two years, which is very likely to be encountered in the competition.

Wen Yiming is confident that he can mix at least ten captains in the competition, so that he can better protect the team members. As for Zhong Xiaoshan, who was as short as a child, he also wanted to see what his strength was, it was not easy for a twenty-one-year-old casual cultivator to cultivate to the ninth level of a warrior, and this would definitely be a supreme genius in the south.

Moreover, he felt a courage not to admit defeat in Zhong Xiaoshan, which was completely different from his brother Zhong Dashan, which was something he appreciated and agreed with in the competition.

Cultivating for half a night, he was tortured by Yiqing in the second half of the night, and the next morning, he got up with his shoulders full of saliva and rolling his eyes.

Calling everyone to the room, Wen Yiming distributed a few good pieces of equipment from Wu Liang to Amon and Zhong Xiaoshan, and distributed several batches of potions, and said, "Ameng, you and I will try our best to win the centurion." Xiaoshan, you give full play to your own safety, and put your own safety first. ”

Sai Yaren was not dissatisfied because of the robbery of the place, several of them already had a friendship along the way, and Zhengse said: "Xiaoshan, if you can't fight, you will admit defeat, and stay in Qingshan, so what... Boss, what's next?"

Yiqing smiled coquettishly, wrapped pastries in her mouth and said vaguely: "I'm not afraid of no firewood, silly fork!"

The room was full of laughter, but it made the atmosphere a lot easier, Wen Yiming shook his head secretly, this group of people with combat effectiveness are all illiterate, and the educated are all rookies with low combat power, and they are all slowly being corrupted, even Yiqing knows what a stupid fork is.

Wen Yiming glanced at Zhong Xiaoshan meaningfully, and suddenly said, "Xiaoshan, you were promoted last night?"

Zhong Xiaoshan glanced at the smirkling Sai Yaren dissatisfiedly, and nodded towards Wen Yiming and said, "Well, I haven't cultivated steadily, but I won't admit defeat easily." ”

Before leaving, Wen Yiming still reminded: "Xiaoshan, growth requires a process, Lao Sai's words are not unreasonable, remember, there is no mercy on the field, those who can be killed will never be disabled, and everything is based on killing the enemy." ”

With Zhong Xiaoshan nodding, everyone left the inn and went straight to the Blackstone Arena.

The black market arena is quite far from the center of the city, like a colosseum, surrounded by layers of raised auditoriums where you can look down on the martial arts below. The central field below is the size of two football fields, and the central three-party wide black rock ring.

A luxurious platform at the very edge is the position of the high-level recruiter, next to a simple registration desk stands a few black-armored guards, and the participants of the brigade line up to register.

Entering the arena, Wen Yiming had already looked at the billboard, which had detailed rules and matters.

The recruited mercenary team has a temporary rest area in the venue, and the surrounding audience is gathered with high-level mercenary teams, some children of wealthy families, including many mad shadow soldiers, as long as they pay enough spirit crystals to enter.

There is also a game on the bottom edge, and the whole arena is noisy.

Wen Yiming found a rest area at the sign position of the novice beginner, and then took Amon and Zhong Xiaoshan to register.

When Wen Yiming arrived, he showed the team token, and after registering, he received a martial arts competition rule and a numbered number plate engraved on it, glanced at it casually, passed the page to Zhong Xiaoshan, and returned to the rest area.

"Cui Lang, you also want to enlist in the army?" Wen Yiming greeted when he saw the gamblers entering the army.

Cui Lang seemed to have a smile on everyone, introduced their captain, sat down, and said with a smile: "Alas, I bet that our Samsung team is the most unlucky, only one month away from two years, no, I can't run away, I'm depressed." ”

Wen Yiming asked Cui Lang why he didn't play the game, and the answer was that his cultivation in the three-star was not high, and it was not his turn. However, in Wen Yiming's opinion, Cui Lang's fourth-level cultivation of the Great Martial Arts is not low among the three stars, and it should be that he does not have a proper price all day, and he does not dare to entrust him with important tasks.

"The Shadow Legion is generally recruited in spring and autumn, and this winter competition will not last long, it should be very fast, but the faster the competition, the bloodier. Cui Lang was showing off his knowledge, spinning the dice in his hand.

Wen Yiming deeply agrees, he has already read the rules of the competition, and it is very simple.

There are three rings in the field, the small ring with a cross on the left is the place where the ten masters are born, there is an iron pier on it, and the weight marked is 50,000 catties.

Then accept the continuous challenge, the challenger also needs to lift the iron pier, each challenge interval is thirty hours of hourglass time, and the winner of ten consecutive games can become a ten-captain.

To become a Centurion, you can choose to continue the challenge, change to the hundred-character ring on the right, continue to accept the challenge of other Tenmasters, and win ten games in a row to become a centurion.

The middle ring is a confrontation between centurions, and it is not specified what position the winner will be.

There is no fairness in this kind of wheel war, and the contestants who are called first are forced to be challenged continuously, but on the other hand, it is also fair because everyone is the same.

Cui Lang looked at his teammates who were turning, and said to Wen Yiming: "If you can come back from Yutang Mountain alive, let's gamble." ”

In the midst of Wen Yiming's amusement, Cui Lang threw the dice and left.

Before Wen Yiming could turn his head, he felt a killing force lock on him, and when the concentration aura was opened, he sensed that it was the people of the Five Tigers Regiment passing in front of them, and Cao Jun and Hu Yanting were looking at him coldly.

"Did you kill the wealthy family?" A broad-shouldered big man led by him glanced at Wen Yiming and the others, and without waiting for Wen Yiming to reply, he waved his hand and said, "Don't talk to me, you can only be qualified to die if you come back from Yutang Mountain." "Martial Arts of Rebirth:

As he spoke, he walked straight to the audience.

Wen Yiming's heart is over, drag Nima! A black iron-level team really thinks that it will be able to live every day, and sooner or later, Lao Tzu will masturbate and kill your grandsons.

He felt that his Ah Q spirit had been getting better and better recently.

Before he could breathe, another unpleasant one shook into his eyeballs, Gong Bin, followed by Hua Rong.

Wen Yiming glanced at Zhong Xiaoshan, saw that his face was not wavering, and looked at a martial arts competition rule with Ameng, which seemed to be identifying it word by word, which made Wen Yiming sigh again, I must improve cultural education, I think your captain and I are both civil and military, why are my subordinates illiterate rising again and again?

With a sneer, Gong Bin led people to sit down next to Wen Yiming's team, looked ahead, and said, "Boy, except for the female dependents of your team, I will kill all of them, not to kill, but to kill." ”

Wen Yiming slowly turned his head, looked at Gong Bin, and said after a long time: "**-you!"