Day 16, morning.

Under the fiery sun, the Chen family's martial arts training ground was already crowded.

On the huge ring, dozens of Chen Jiawu warriors were counting information and registering candidates to participate in the ring.

There was a long queue, and it took more than an hour to wait for Chen Qing's bat clone to be registered.

He was playing on his own behalf.

After all, the relationship with Wu Jiang's interests is private, and of course he can't let the Wu family help him sign up.

After the registration is over.

A warrior of the Chen family took him to one of the courtyards of the Chen family and gave him a wooden token with the number fifty on it.

There aren't a lot of people.

After all, those who participate in the competition are geniuses.

Under the age of twenty-five, a genius within the third-rate martial arts realm, and most of them are third-rate peaks,

You must know that Chen Ruyi is a third-rate peak master, and if you want to defeat her, you must also have the strength of a third-rate peak.

Take a closer look at the token.

Chen Qing glanced around and found that there were already many people around.

Most of them are young people.

Everyone was heroic, dressed in new clothes, and looked very handsome.

After finding a place, Chen Qing sat down and quietly looked at the courtyard.

First of all, the most eye-catching thing is the flat land in the middle of the courtyard.

On the flat ground, there is a square platform.

It is three meters high and ten meters long and wide.

In the center of the high platform, a middle-aged man dressed as a guard of the Chen family was looking at them carefully.

Around the high platform, that is, where Chen Qing and the others were, were a group of tables and chairs.

It's all lined with food, drinks.

At a glance, a piece of the item is truly spectacular.

Retracting his gaze, Chen Qing poured twice the strong tea, put it on the corner of his mouth and took a sip gently.

"Poof..."

Before the tea was swallowed, Chen Qing held the teacup and spit it out.

It's too bad to drink.

It's bitter and astringent.

The people around him looked at him with strange eyes, and their expressions were all disdainful.

"Hehe, I can't even drink the tea prepared by the Chen family, how high this son's previous life was."

"That's it, that's it, how can such a pampered boy still have the heart to participate in this competition to recruit relatives?"

"I guess this person is greedy for Miss Chen's beauty, after all, a stunning beauty like Chen Ruyi is not available everywhere."

………

Listening to the remarks of the people around him, Chen Qing shook his head with a smile.

How could he take it to heart with just gossip.

Pour all the tea in the cup.

Chen Qing took out a small porcelain bottle from his chest and opened it, and a cup of bright red blood flowed out of it.

I put it in my mouth and took a sip.

Chen Qing nodded, this is the real good thing.

The blood of the virgin is a beautiful wine for the blood clan.

When Chen Qing drank a cup of blood, the middle-aged martial artist in the middle of the high platform suddenly shouted loudly: "All of you are here to participate in my young lady's ring, I won't say much else, you must completely remember the following things for me, otherwise if something happens, you will bear the consequences." ”

The hustle and bustle of the people around stopped instantly, and they all looked at the middle-aged warrior with the appearance of a good baby.

Chen Qing also pretended to be obedient and looked at him.

The middle-aged martial artist nodded and said, "Due to the large number of participants this time, my Chen family will divide the ring match into three days after counting the number of people, once a day. ”

"On the first day, fifty winners were selected."

"The next day, five winners are picked."

"On the third day, pick a winner, and then have a duel with the young lady for the final battle."

"My Chen family deliberately scattered 500 contestants in five courtyards of this size, with 100 people in each courtyard. Today, in this courtyard, five of you out of 100 will be selected for tomorrow's competition. ”

"The way of fighting, I say your token number, whoever you call will come up and fight with the other party, win the rest of the bet, and prepare for the next battle."

"The winning criterion, the other party is stepping down, and the other party has no power to resist."

"Now, the battle begins, number one, number ten, come to power!"

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged warrior jumped lightly to the stage and hugged his shoulders to look at it.

His words just fell.

Two figures jumped up from the crowd around them in an instant.

Standing on a high platform in style.

The two of them were polite at first, and then went straight to work.

One with a knife and one with a gun.

Swords and guns collide and sparks are struck.

Offstage, Chen Qing shook his head.

The battle between the two three peak masters is boring.

It's too weak.

Ten minutes later, one of them was defeated and was knocked off the platform with a single shot.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man jumped on the high platform and shouted, "No. 1 wins." The next group, number two, number twenty. ”

With that, he jumped down again.

Two more figures rushed forward, and without saying a word, they started fighting directly.

……

Chen Qing drank the blood water he had prepared, staring at their fight as if watching a play.

A comment from time to time is very chic.

"Hey, hey, stupid, run, what are you doing, your advantage is that you don't understand the body, aren't you looking for death when you are a crispy skin and you are fighting hard with others?"

"I'm going, how could I meet this kind of person, I cut down with a knife and the knife flew, and I'm also a talent..."

He complained without hesitation.

The people around him looked at him like fools, but Chen Qing didn't care.

"Five, fifty."

The middle-aged warrior suddenly shouted.

Chen Qing stood up lazily, bowed his waist, and then stepped lightly and came to the high platform.

No. 5 is a beautiful young man in a green shirt and holding a long sword.

"Zhao Li, please advise!"

He bowed slightly, and said,

Chen Qing glanced at him casually, and then rushed towards him.

A punch is thrown.

"Whoosh......"

Seventy percent of the power burst out directly.

The beautiful boy was knocked away before he could defend himself.

And the huge force exploded violently in the air, and the blood of the beautiful boy sprayed all over the sky.

It looks like he can't make it.

Rubbing his eyes, Chen Qing pretended to be very tired and said: "It's so powerful, it actually made me use seventy percent of my strength, it's really powerful, no wonder I'm a genius." ”

The corners of the middle-aged warrior's mouth twitched slightly, and he said, "Fifty wins, the next group, six, sixty." ”

After getting out of the ring, Chen Qing returned to his original position and continued to watch the play.

His bat clone was only condensed by Chen Qing at will, and there was no real thought of him. Before leaving, Chen Qing just instructed him: "Kill all your opponents, and be sure to take down Chen Ruyi for me." ”

Otherwise, if he plays on his own.

The battle will end sooner.

After all, he is such a fast person, he can ink for one minute without inking for two minutes.

Solve it early and sound early.

The bat clone Chen Qing poured out another cup of blood and water, drank it comfortably, and complained one after another.

At this time, the people around him no longer dared to talk nonsense.

They all looked at him in horror.

Full of fear.