At nine o'clock, the warrior conference started on time.

Naturally, it was another leader's speech.

The leaders, who don't usually see much, came out and said a bunch of things that had nothing to do with the game.

When the real game started, it was already half past ten in the morning.

First up was the junior competition.

The junior group had the largest number of people, reaching more than 3,000 people.

This is still the preliminary round of the junior group in various divisions, and most of them have been eliminated.

Otherwise, the number will be at least 100,000 or more.

These level 1 to level 5 quasi-martial artists, on top of those dozens of rings, are fighting fiercely.

Below the ring, the spectators kept shouting and boiling.

But most of these people are ordinary people.

These junior competitions will only appeal to the average person.

For those would-be warriors and warriors of higher rank, there is no attraction at all.

Zhang Fan was in the contestants' rest area, so bored that he yawned.

I almost didn't fall asleep.

At that moment, he was tapped the shoulder.

Then, a rough voice sounded behind him: "Little brother Zhang Fan, you are here too!" ”

When Zhang Fan heard this voice, he knew that this person was Mo Xi.

When he turned around, he saw Mo Xi, who was tall and carrying a two-meter-long giant sword, standing behind him with a smile.

Next to him is his sister Mo Chou.

Mo Chou was also carrying a two-meter-long giant sword.

Compared to her petite figure, it is really too much contrast.

Coupled with her beautiful face and not fat or thin figure, she quickly attracted the attention of many people.

Mo Chou obviously enjoyed it.

She has been the focus of people's attention since she was a child, and after becoming a warrior at the age of thirty, she is regarded as a genius goddess by many men.

Of course, this also made her develop a proud character.

She didn't even look at Zhang Fan, and said to Mo Xi: "Brother, I said, don't waste time on this kind of person." ”

Mo Xi waved his hand and said, "I said it all, Brother Zhang Fan is not an ordinary person. An eighteen-year-old martial artist, this is already a super genius. ”

Mo Chou glanced at Mo Xi and said, "Relying on the potion to drink it, even a beggar on the street can drink it to become a martial artist." What is the use of such a warrior? Even if he was a level 10 quasi-martial artist, he could easily destroy him. ”

It is unbelievable that you can reach a martial artist at the age of eighteen.

The only explanation, I'm afraid, is that I drink potions all day before I become a martial artist.

And such a martial artist has only reached the level of a martial artist.

Its true strength is probably not as good as even a level 10 quasi-martial artist.

Mo Chou relied on his own cultivation like this, and broke through to the genius of a martial artist at the age of thirty, so he naturally looked down on this kind of person.

Zhang Fan smiled indifferently and didn't explain.

Mo Xi patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder: "Don't mind, my little sister is like this." ”

Mo Xi originally wanted to sit with Zhang Fan and watch the game, but he always felt that this Zhang Fan didn't look like an ordinary person.

But Mo Chou didn't want to sit with a potion martial artist like Zhang Fan, so Mo Xi could only smile at Zhang Fan awkwardly, and then left with Mo Chou.

Zhang Fan didn't care about an arrogant woman like Mo Chou.

Anyway, all he wants is the championship, and anything else is just a cloud for him.

……

Since there are more rings, the game goes on relatively quickly.

By six o'clock in the afternoon, the junior competition was over.

After an hour's break, at seven o'clock in the afternoon, the competition in the intermediate group resumed.

By eleven o'clock in the evening, the intermediate group had already finished the competition.

The organizing committee of the competition announced that this is the end of today's competition.

Tomorrow the competition will continue in the senior category.

……

The next day at noon, twelve o'clock.

The senior competition is finally long overdue.

At this time, people's emotions have also reached their peak.

The advanced group, that is a duel between warriors and warriors.

A showdown between the truly strong.

Most of them rarely see a warrior on weekdays, let alone a duel between warriors.

This martial arts tournament provides such an opportunity for everyone to see the battle between martial artists.

Ordinary people are purely watching the excitement;

And those cultivators were there to learn something from the battles between martial artists.

After the official start of the competition, some warriors came to the stage one after another, each with their own winners and losers.

Soon after, it was Sima Yu's turn to take the stage.

As soon as he stepped into the ring, there was a burst of cheers under the ring.

"Sima Dashanren!"

"Sima Dashanren!"

"Sima Dashanren!"

The entire area around the playing field was like boiling water.

Clearly, this is by far the most popular player.

After all, Sima Dashan's reputation is outside.

Who wouldn't support such a powerful, gifted and caring person?

There was even a woman who shouted at the top of her voice: "Sima Dashan, I want to give you a monkey!" ”

The other women were suddenly unhappy: "Just you? Is it worthy of Sima Dashan? It looks like a pig, and even if it is born, it can only give birth to a litter of piglets. ”

The woman from before held up her plump breasts and said: "As long as you can give Sima Dashan a life, let alone give birth to a litter of piglets, even if it is a litter of maggots, the old lady is willing." How?! ”

When Sima Yu in the ring heard this, he almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Can Nima be normal?

You can be my mother, what kind of birth?

There is also a litter of maggots, why don't you die?

When Zhang Fan heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

However, it can also be seen from this how popular Sima Yu is.

It is definitely a well-deserved popularity king of this conference.

On the rostrum, the leaders of the Martial Arts Association, as well as leaders from all walks of life, felt the change in Sima Yu's aura one by one. They were all secretly surprised.

Among those leaders, there were also warriors, and they were surprised:

"When he signed up, he was a junior martial artist, right? How did you become an intermediate martial artist now? ”

"Obviously, it's a breakthrough."

"But you're only thirty years old, right? This...... Definitely the youngest mid-level martial artist in history! ”

"Yes, that's why Sima Yu is a genius."

"It's no wonder that he has become the focus of the Martial Arts Association."

"President Wen, President Liu, it's really gratifying that your Martial Arts Association can have such a genius."

Wen Yangming nodded and replied with a smile: "Yes, this Sima Yu is definitely a genius among geniuses. The youngest mid-level martial artist in history has unlimited achievements in the future. ”

Vice President James Liu just nodded politely.

His gaze kept on Zhang Fan.

Only he knows that compared to Zhang Fan, Sima Yu is not even Mao at all.

(End of chapter)