"A means of stimulating the bloodline...... I happen to know quite a bit about it......"

Wu Ming looked at Beatrice in front of him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Obviously, if she cultivates it carefully, this little girl will have a great chance of activating the bloodline in her body and gaining unimaginable strength and talent for ordinary people.

"Unexpected...... In the end, I still have to pick up the power of the bloodline again......"

Even though he had created a way to smash the void that was more powerful than the bloodline martial arts, but the power of this universe to reject the immortal martial world had similarities in the power of the low-level bloodline, Wu Ming naturally picked up his previous research without care.

"The formula is there, the materials are clear, ......"

Wu Ming squinted his eyes and stared at Beatrice in front of him: "If I want, I can boil out a batch of holy oil at any time...... Promoted to Knight! ”

Of course, after knowing this, he was not in a hurry.

After all, the bloodline in Beatrice's body was too far away from the original blood, thin and not much power.

Even, even though Thaler I was a pure-blood, he was not of much interest.

"The First Blood—Teller! Where does his power come from? ”

Wu Ming secretly set a goal for himself: "Try to extract blue blood first, and then skillfully concoct it...... Find the highest level of creature bloodlines to use as materials for your promotion to Knight! ”

For this kind of bloodline, the purer and closer to the origin, the stronger it is.

Wu Ming has to do his best.

And even if this is just a record of his supernatural powers.

"At the same time...... I can't let go of the clues of thaumaturgists, wizards, and mages......"

He looked at Wuthering City: "This spring ploughing festival, martial arts competition, maybe there will be a harvest ......"

……

A few months later.

The bitter cold has passed, and the spring flowers are blooming.

The whole of Wuthering City, in an even more noisy manner, greeted adventurers, mercenaries, speculators, and those freelancers and wandering knights from all directions.

The consequences of the massive influx of people into Wuthering City were felt almost immediately.

All the hotels in the city are full! And the cost has risen several times! All kinds of alcohol, even the inferior local sake, were sold out, and the price of meat and vegetables rose by 50%! The warbler has doubled in value, and there is no worry about having no business to do at all.

Of course, the sheriffs were also exhausted, and in the end, the Earl of Blue Mountain had to put all his warrior regiments into patrolling the city, which barely stopped the deterioration of law and order, but the situation was still getting more and more serious, and fresh corpses could be found in the sewers and stinky ditches of the city almost every day, and even the corpse bearers were a little too busy.

In front of the castle, several huge tents were erected, and inside were a large number of scribes, registering the samurai who came to sign up for the tournament.

"Master, here we are!"

Beatrice pointed to the large tent in front of her and said in a sweet voice.

After being cured of a stubborn disease, her whole person is like a porcelain doll, every inch of skin is more delicate than silk, and milk is fair, which is simply a beautiful embryo that has brought disaster to the country and the people.

Of course, at this time, she disguised herself slightly, covering her face and blue veins, and looked like a beautiful and lovely little maid.

"I know, you go to the line!"

Wu Ming unceremoniously drove him, a slave girl.

According to his bad taste, Beatrice changed into the maid outfit of her previous life, with her delicate face and aristocratic training temperament, many big men couldn't bear to compete with her, and they glared at Wu Ming angrily.

Wu Ming waited without the slightest realization, until it was his turn, he came to Beatrice's side and looked at the clerk in front of him.

"Tell your name, your place of birth, and pay twenty silver thalers!"

The clerk in front of him, an old man in his forties and fifties, spoke in a mechanical tone.

"William! Free people from the small town of Niah! ”

Wu Ming replied, handing over a small bag of silver thaler.

"Another guy who dreams of becoming a knight......"

The clerk sighed and quickly registered for Wu Ming: "Take your number plate and wait for the notice of the competition...... Be warned in advance, there are no restrictions on this competition, and disability and death are normal things! ”

"Also, you're only one person, so you can only play solo! You need to bring your own weapons and horses...... As for the armor? ”

He looked Wu Ming up and down: "If you can make it to the top eight, you may need it, but our merciful Lord Earl provides the service of renting armor, and the cost is quite low, only one Jindelon is needed, and the repair cost is only ......"

"I see!"

Wu Ming took the number plate, and saw that his personal information was simply recorded on it, and there was a line of numbers in the Wind Firefly Plains, marked with the word 267.

"It looks like the competition is going to be fierce this time......"

He sighed silently in his heart.

After all, in this ignorant world where there is almost no hope, there are too few opportunities for lower-class people to become nobles, and some are willing to give their lives for this guy!

……

A few days later, a large team of horses arrived at Wuthering City.

That's the nobles from all over the Firefly Plains, and the most important guest, Viscount Garcia!

Even though he and the Earl of Blue Mountain had a fierce battle before, the two had reconciled at this time after all, and they had also formed a son-in-law relationship.

Before war was declared, this peace was protected by a sacred oath.

The Earl of the Blue Mountains, Viscount Garcia, and the archbishop of the church attended the celebration together, and the bustle and hustle and bustle may be an unforgettable memory for the residents of Wuthering City.

However, for Wu Ming, no matter how wonderful the outside world shows, or how inspiring the speeches of the Count and Viscount Garcia were, or how gorgeous the various parades, he could not see it.

Because at this time, he was already sitting in the tent with the other warriors who participated in the competition, quietly waiting for the time to fight.

A curtain seems to divide the inside and outside into two worlds.

Most of these samurai had solemn faces, quietly wiping their weapons and maintaining their armor, and the expressions on their faces were quite untouchable.

"Below...... I announce that the tournament has officially begun! ”

A faint voice came, followed by a large number of cheers.

"Here we go!"

A clerk came in: "Hear me call the number, go to the ring where you should go!" ”

"Number 178, go to Ring One! Don't know the place? It's okay, there will be someone on the field to guide you! ”

"No. 56, No. 3 ring!"

"No. 79, this bye, what a lucky guy!"

This kind of battle, once lost, naturally has no chance at all, and it is the most standard knockout round.

In addition, if you fight several times a day, you have more time to rest, maintain your physical strength, and observe your opponent with a bye.

The clerk said with some envy, and the lucky spearman was immediately met with unanimous hostility from the warriors in the tent.

"Ahem...... Also, Ring 12, Ring 5! ”

"Number 267! Ring Eight! ”

……

Hearing his number, Wu Ming got up indifferently and walked out of the tent.

The warm sunlight shone down, making him squint, and a lot of noise came, as if he was in a heat wave.

As far as the eye can see, it is a large square, which is paved with loess.

Around the square, there is a ring of wooden stands and seats, which are filled with excited residents.

The entire square was divided into eight parts, and the initial pre-selection began.

"Because there are so many applicants, do you have to have a knockout round at the beginning and at the same time?"

Wu Ming came to his ring and immediately saw his opponent this time.

He looked less than thirty, wearing a cowhide armor, holding two knives, his complexion was pitch-black, and after seeing Wu Ming's dress, his face suddenly released a look of ecstasy.

After all, at this time, Wu Ming was only wearing his usual shirt and trousers, without the slightest defense, as if he was just going out for a spring outing.

Bang!

Suddenly, on the ring next to him, the victory and defeat were presented in an instant, so fast that the referees were a little surprised.

"Victor, Adrien!"

He was stunned, and then announced loudly.

The warrior who showed his terrifying strength had a grim face, wearing only a white practice uniform, nodded slightly when he heard the words, and walked out of the ring, with a calm look in his every move.

"This man ......"

Wu Ming's pupils shrank slightly.

"Adrian!"

A mercenary-looking guy next to him exclaimed, "He's not the Glory Knight of the Church? Have you already given up everything? Why did you take off your glorious white robe? ”

This kind of guy who has been baptized by knights knows at a glance that he is a strong favorite to compete for the championship, which makes the other contestants very dissatisfied.

In the center of the square, on a high platform where nobles gathered, Viscount Garcia looked at the Count of Blue Mountain and the archbishop next to him with a smile: "I didn't expect to see the exquisite skills of the knights of the church here, it's really wonderful!" ”

He was dressed in a sky-blue gown, his long golden hair fell softly, his skin was fair, his eyes were like jewels, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, with an indescribable charm, and the irony in his words was very obvious at this time.

"Adrien has been excommunicated! He entered the tournament as a freelancer! ”

The archbishop's eyes turned white, and he still looked like he was not alive, and he said slowly.

"Since he is no longer a knight of the Church, according to the decree of my domain, Mr. Adrien has the right to participate in the competition, there is no doubt about it!"

The Earl of Blue Mountain made a gesture, and the referee below immediately understood the intention and announced the decision.

"Good! Very good! ”

Viscount Garcia didn't say much, but his heart was tight.

Last time, he showed too much strength, which caused the Count to get closer to the church, which made him a little jealous.

"This is the prince of the Wind Firefly Plain! The very top of the power! ”

In a nearby seat, Baron Terry stared with relish at the jousting duel below, and Feder and the others stood behind the Baron like slaves, looking at the core with indescribable envy in their eyes.

"Winner! William from the town of Nia! ”

Suddenly, another duel came to an end, and the familiar name came, which surprised Field.