Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Martial Arts Conference Begins
Regarding the ancestor's intentions, Liu Yan really didn't understand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć But he didn't bother to think about it, as long as it was good for him.
After about an hour, three guards came into the lounge and led them to the center of the square.
At some point, there was a tall tower in the center of the square, with a total of seven floors, and it was crowded with people, and it looked very tall. The surroundings are full of light, and there are a few strings of dark green wind chimes hanging on the cornices.
On the top floor there were three people, two men and one woman.
"Brother Liu Yan, look at the two men and one woman at the top, that woman is the city lord of this Blazing City!" Shen Muheng said to Liu Yan beside him.
"Oh?" Liu Yan looked at the woman with interest and asked, "The city lord is actually a woman?"
However, without waiting for Shen Muheng to answer, most of Liu Yan's interest dissipated in his heart.
There is no other reason, the woman is mediocre in appearance, and her clothes are even more ordinary, and she belongs to the kind of person who can't be found in the pile. If it weren't for the strong aura fluctuations around her body, she would have looked like an ordinary woman.
"She is a disciple of the God of Fire, her name is Huo Feng'er! Moreover, the position of the lord of the city was completely obtained by her own strength. ā
Liu Yan listened to He Xiaodong's words next to him, but he regained his respect for this female city lord in his heart. Such a strong and promising woman is now rare, and there are only a handful of them in the entire capital continent. As for the Ming Dynasty, there was no at all.
After everyone talked for a while, the martial arts conference finally officially began.
"This is the 48th National Martial Arts Conference held by the Flame Empire, and I am Huo Feng'er, the City Lord of Blazing Flame City, and I welcome contestants and spectators from all over the world.
This time, in Blazing City, we will select two Heaven Rank, six Earth Rank and ten Xuan Rank players to go to the national capital Yancheng to participate in the finals. In the end, the top ten people in the finals can get a Heaven Rank Exercise, and the top three will also be rewarded with Heaven Rank weapons.
The family teacher, Lord Vulcan, will also personally select the more qualified ones from the contestants who participate in the martial arts tournament to become the alternate Vulcan Guard, and those with particularly outstanding qualifications will also have the opportunity to become the personal disciples of the family teacher. ā
Huo Feng'er's last sentence ignited the enthusiasm of the audience!
The god of fire, one of the five imperial lords, wants to choose an apprentice in this competition?
The news made everyone in the contestants excited!
The third master in the mainland wants to accept apprentices!
If you can become the apprentice of the Fire God, then you will reach the sky in one step!
For this sentence, everyone present was full of excitement. There are even some spectators outside the stadium who have to sign up for the competition immediately, in case they are favored by the Vulcan, then they will make a lot of money.
Of course, they didn't succeed, the competition has already begun, and of course there will be no more registrations.
But they didn't feel sad because of this, their own family also participated, or they were their friends, in case they became the disciples of the Fire God, they would be very happy to follow!
Liu Yan was also stunned when he heard the news, but then he frowned and thought about it.
He already knew that he had a great mission, and although he really wanted to become a disciple of the Fire God, he didn't know if the old men in the Holy Land would agree.
He thought about it again and again, but still rejected the idea. If you let those old guys know that you don't want to let a group of masters be masters, and go to a little descendant (Vulcan) on the mainland to be a master, maybe they will drown them alive with spittle.
Thinking of this, Liu Yan shook his head and asked himself not to think about this anymore.
The people next to him watched him, but their jaws dropped.
"This guy doesn't have a sick brain, right?" thought to the people around him, looking at each other with the same surprise in their eyes.
"Ahem. Liu Yan said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I already have a master below, so I can't become a disciple of Lord Vulcan anymore!"
"That being said, but if your master is really good for you, it's best to let you find another mentor, right?" asked a person next to him. The others nodded in agreement.
Hearing this, Liu Yan put away his smile.
"A teacher for one day, a father for life! How can a man find another teacher for fame and fortune?" he said with a serious expression.
"Why are you so old-fashioned? Being able to worship Lord Fire God as a teacher is a blessing that your ancestors have cultivated in several lifetimes, and no matter how many people want it, they don't have a chance, you are good, you still hate this and that!" the man said with a frown.
"Hmph!" Liu Yan flicked his sleeves and said: "There are fewer than a thousand glasses of wine for a confidant, and there is no speculation for more than half a sentence." With that, he turned around.
"There are fewer than a thousand glasses of wine for a confidant, and there is no speculation in more than half a sentence. ā
"What a poem!" But when I tasted it carefully, I felt that something was wrong.
"Eh, don't go, you're saying I don't talk to you, do you?" the man shouted just now, and the people around him hurriedly pulled him away.
With the sound of a gong, the martial arts conference finally kicked off.
"Get up!" Huo Feng'er shouted, and hundreds of trial platforms slowly rose in the square.
"Martial arts competition, stop at the point, do not hurt people's lives, fall out of the field is losing, surrender and admit defeat is also OK, too heavy to disqualify their participation. Huo Feng'er's voice echoed over the entire square.
At this time, the number plate in the hands of some people shone brightly. Immediately afterward, a pillar of light was dropped from the square, sucking up the enveloped contestants.
Then the same pillar of light appeared on the trial bench and threw them down.
However, the people present did not have any special expressions, but were accustomed to it, and it seemed that it was not the first time they had experienced this.
Liu Yan silently looked at the several trial platforms around him, most of them were indeed the top of each stage, and there were almost no people like him who were only at the fourth level of the Xuan Rank.
He silently clenched his hands, the next competition would be extremely harsh. You have to do your best, and you can't miss anything.
He turned around and saw that only Shen Muping and Boss He were left around, and the others were gone.
"Have they all started?" asked Liu Yan helplessly.
"Hmm. The silent Shen Muping smiled and nodded.
"Brother Liu, come on!" Boss He cheered him on.
"I'll give it my all. Liu Yan replied with a smile.
Reaching out to hold the knife and raising his breath, Liu Yan pulled out the soul moon on his back. As soon as the weight of 100 catties was started, the upper body sank slightly. However, Liu Yan pressed his shoulder, and the heaviness disappeared immediately.
Just after half a pillar of incense, many people admitted defeat or fell out of the field.
When Liu Yan was thinking about how to deal with his opponent, the number plate in his hand suddenly lit up.
Then a pillar of light enveloped him all.
He looked up, but saw nothing, only white light shining overhead.
The long knife in his hand has begun to tremble,
"Martial Arts Conference, let's fight!"
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