The sun is high, and the half of the restaurant is very lively.

The acquaintance of the same city who had come by pulling the emaciated monk had also woken up, and as soon as he arrived in the front hall, he saw the emaciated monk who was drunk and collapsed on the wooden counter with red cheeks.

The drinking friend is not a fox friend and a dog friend, thinking that the other party is going to participate in the trial today, how can he be so unconscious, so in desperation, the two of them have to go towards Tiandao Square.

Only the old shopkeeper who was still playing abacus in the wooden counter showed a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

The emaciated young monk also woke up half-drunk, but fortunately caught up with the last round of trials before the end.

The emaciated monk who was full of alcohol met the old-fashioned and serious middle-aged teacher of the Heavenly Dao Academy, and the result can be imagined, and the sentence "bad conduct, not worthy of admission" sent the emaciated monk away.

The emaciated monk stood on top of the Heavenly Dao Square half drunk and half awake. didn't show disappointment, the amount of alcohol is not good, how can the heart be small.

The emaciated monk wanted to return to the restaurant where the old shopkeeper was, and continue to eat and drink, but the big thing in the world is just a matter of wine, and if one meal fails, he will have two meals.

Just when he turned around to leave, he found that more and more people were gathering in Tiandao Square, and after a little attention, he knew the reason, and the battle between the monks of the Heavenly Dao Sect and the junior students of the Heavenly Dao Academy in Beizhou also made the emaciated monks interested, and it happened that today's good wine had already been eaten, wouldn't it be nice to watch a good show again.

As soon as the emaciated monk with excellent luck squeezed to the gate of the Heavenly Dao Academy, he saw the Heavenly Dao Courtyard that had just opened the gate, followed the flow of people, spread his legs and ran forward.

Seeing the thin old man lying on the bamboo chair on the left side of the door, he couldn't help but look at it twice, obviously looking at the later stage of Xuanjiang's cultivation made the emaciated young monk palpitate more and more, and the wine suddenly woke up for three points, but it was only a momentary effort, and the descendants pushed the predecessors forward, and left the old man's sight.

The thin old man lay down on the withered yellow bamboo chair again, stretched out his left hand, and a black clay pot appeared out of thin air, the mud has not fallen, if the thin young monk is too late for a while, and sees the wine jar in the old man's hand, he may be cheeky to ask the thin old man for a bite.

The old man raised his head, poured a sip of wine, and then glanced at the thin back of the emaciated young monk from the crowd, and the more he drank, the more he tasted.

In the alley, in front of the wooden cabinet of the half-large restaurant, the old shopkeeper who was holding the abacus in his hand suddenly sneezed, and he was the only old shopkeeper who was worried about other people's things.

Bending down, looking at the two black pottery wine jars placed under the wooden cabinet, one bottle mouth mud seal has not been opened, the other is plugged with a red tassel brocade cloth, the old shopkeeper looked at it again and again, and finally he was still a little uneasy, the palm of his hand brushed the surface of the clay pot, the slight light flickered, the two clay pots disappeared together, the old shopkeeper stood up with peace of mind, and continued to play the abacus, and I don't know what he was thinking, at least not the current restaurant business.

Tiandao Academy, the "Tian" brand martial arts arena is full of people and lively.

Wu Chen stood calmly on the martial arts platform, but Wang who stood on the stage for the first time kept looking around, what Wang didn't expect was that he didn't expect that there would be such a place to compete in the Heavenly Dao Academy, in terms of overall strength, the Heavenly Dao Academy may be slightly inferior to the Heavenly Dao Sect, but in terms of the number of monks, a few Heavenly Sects may not have more Heavenly Dao Academy monks who have almost gathered in a state.

The martial arts arena of tens of thousands of people was full, and it was even a little crowded.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, Wang still felt full of enthusiasm, Wang also liked and enjoyed this feeling very much, and for the first time in the Tianzong Sect, he often played a supporting role in the green leaves in the Beizhou Heavenly Dao Academy, and felt a strong aura of the protagonist, the protagonist of the ten thousand monks, at this moment, the king suddenly changed his mind slightly, that is, to hit Wu Chen hard without any flaws, and to show his strength, On the unrequited side, as for the original miskill, for his gentlemanly demeanor and strong posture under the attention of tens of thousands of people, he should let Wu Chen go for the time being, but to achieve this, it takes some brains.

In Wang Huan's eyes, Wu Chen, who was considered to have picked up a life, looked at Wang Huan with a proud face at this moment, just like the richest man in Tiandao City looking at the ordinary monks in Tianhe City, and thought to himself: Just like this, Zhongzhou is still from Tianzong, and he really has never seen the world.

A middle-aged monk with a square face in a purple referee robe stepped onto the martial arts stage, and he had several encounters with Wu Chen, and he had been competing with Zhong Wuqi and Lu Yan, who was an intermediate level of Xuan Xiu.

Wu Chen nodded at the middle-aged referee, who was expressionless, but bowed his head slightly to reply.

In the center of the first row at the front of the audience sat two figures, one fat and one thin, one bald, one with long hair, one male and one female.

The bald man was red with a smile on his face, how could a monk who didn't know his identity recognize the other party as Wei Yin, the vice president of the Heavenly Dao Academy, who had been at the level of the Heavenly Dao Academy's master for more than two hundred years.

Wei Yin was still sitting next to a woman in plain clothes, but her originally delicate face was full of heroism, fortitude and stubbornness, and the woman in plain clothes was the leading teacher of the exchange students from Tianzong, Queen Xuan's cultivation, surnamed Yun Yao, Yun Banfan's Yun. Yun Yao, who is nearly eight or ten years old, looks like a girl in her early thirties.

Wei Yin tilted his head sideways and said to Yun Yao beside him: "You are really full of talents from Tianzong, and any kid is the peak of Xuanshi." ”

The words said that they were casual, but the meaning outside the words was that they secretly said that the Heavenly Sect deliberately chose the other party to come.

"It's so-so!" Yun Yao's voice was very recognizable, but it was true.

In fact, in order to cope with the warm-up competition before the upcoming Five States Alliance, the truly talented monks under the age of twenty years among the various sects in Zhongzhou are all waiting with their hands, and only a second-rate disciple like Wang Huan, who is not mainly valued by the Heavenly Sect, has the opportunity to come to the Beizhou Heavenly Dao Academy to participate in the exchange, otherwise it is not just a disciple of the Heavenly Sect who is at the peak of the Xuan Master standing in front of Wu Chen at this moment.

Wei Yin can also be regarded as having a small impression of Wu Chen, the freshman assessment champion, but he is dazzling fast, and he is silent for a longer time, especially in the past year, he has not heard the slightest news about the other party, but this competition Tiandao Academy cannot lose, and it will not lose, Wei Yin knew when Dean Zhou Wutong nodded and agreed to conduct this competition.

Thanks to the status of the monks of the Heavenly Sect in Beizhou, Yun Banfan and Mo Cheng got a slightly lower second row position.

Yun Banfan closed his eyes, and Mo Cheng, who was still wearing braids, guessed a little impatiently, "Senior sister, who do you say will win?"

Yun Banfan opened his eyes and didn't answer, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Wu Chen.

In the martial arts arena where tens of thousands of people gathered, tens of thousands of pairs of eyes looked at the two people on the martial arts stage.