Yan Lun's residence in the city was in the Kuncheng branch of the True Martial Realm, and Yan Lun was at home three days a week and four days in the city.

Although there were less than two months left, both of them were very confident in meeting the requirements of the fourth-rank martial artists.

Cultivating here, Yan Lun has a very fresh feeling, because it is more targeted than what Teacher Fang Wei taught.

When training strength, it is not only necessary to lift the black lazuli, but also to use different movements, different parts, and different directions.

Training reaction speed and combat skills is relatively simple, but it is also more systematic than in Terumura.

The most important thing is to go into battle in person and fight with Yan Lun, which is very addictive to Yan Lun, who has almost never had actual combat experience before.

Yijiu naturally lowered his strength and fought him with a combat power similar to Yan Lun, and he wanted to instruct him, but he ended up sore every time...

Because Yan Lun is in full swing, there is a more obvious improvement every few days, and Yan Lun's talent is really very good.

He was able to learn the same moves as quickly as possible, and even occasionally found out how to crack them, so that Yijiu would sometimes fall into passivity, but this surprised him, the higher the ceiling of Yan Lun, the happier he was.

Maybe everyone will have a sense of accomplishment if they find Maxima, or perhaps, Yijiu wants to let his father see that he can walk out of the world in the ordinary realm...

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Soon, it was less than a month before the recruitment conference, and Yan Lun had also completed his goal ahead of schedule, the power of the four-rank martial artist.

On this day, Yan Lun entered the city from home, carrying the clothes and food given to him by his mother, although he didn't need them, he couldn't refuse his mother's gift, otherwise his mother wouldn't feel at ease when he went out.

He walked on the street and found that there were very few people on the street today, and when he looked closely, it seemed that many people were running towards the center of the city.

When the world is still martial, rings can be seen everywhere, but this ring in the center of the city is not open by anyone.

Yan Lun's heart was itching, and he quickly ran in the direction of the ring!

Before arriving at the ring, there was already a sea of people, whether they practiced martial arts or not, they all gathered here to watch the excitement.

In this ancient world, the tournament is already the most lively and popular, and many shop owners have handed over their shops to their buddies to watch and come to see the ring themselves.

Actually, the guy also wants to come and see, because there are still customers there at this time? It's all over to see the excitement...

The ring is very large, with a length and width of more than ten zhang, more than one meter above the ground, and there is a two-meter-wide canal around the ring, which is to separate the audience from the contestants in the ring.

In this matter, there were three teenagers standing in the ring, who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old.

It was noisy, but Yan Lun listened and quickly got general information.

The three people on this stage came to challenge, and they put down a hundred taels of silver as a bargaining chip, and as long as they defeated one of them, they could take it.

One hundred taels of silver! It's enough for a family of a few people to eat and drink well for four or five years.

Yan Lun was also moved when he looked at it, he could not only enjoy playing in the ring, but also get a lot of money, why not?

But he is not stupid, there is no free meal in the world, he asked the person next to him what is the price of the challenger, and the answer surprised him.

A year of slavery.

No wonder there are a hundred taels of silver as a stake for victory, and the price is really not small...

When the practice of martial arts became a fashion, warriors were proud, extremely self-respecting and self-respecting, and this kind of thing was more serious for a warrior than killing him.

Even if there are many people who follow the strong, they will become a follower with a degree of freedom, not a slave.

In the same way, a strong man, even if he wants to recruit followers, will never regard them as slaves, because this also defiles the martial arts path he himself has cultivated!

Yan Lun looked up at the three teenagers on the stage again, and his eyes were a little more unhappy.

However, there must be warriors under the heavy reward, and soon, some people began to sign up, about five or six teenagers, all of whom looked full of confidence, and should be the most confident in their own strength.

The tallest of the three teenagers took on the challenge, looking about the same size as an adult, but he was only about sixteen years old.

The ring that opened this time is the junior group ring, and the age of those on stage is not allowed to exceed 17 years old.

The tall man seemed to look a little arrogant, squinting at the challenger.

"You strike first, if your strength is not good, then even if you become a slave, you are still a waste slave, and you are only worthy of cleaning the latrine~"

The challenger was a young man, and when he heard these words, he naturally couldn't bear it, gritted his teeth and said angrily:

"Arrogant guy! Watch me beat you to death! ”

As he spoke, he rushed over, not seeing any figure and footwork.

"Since he messed up the rules, he was provoked by a word, and such a martial artist will only be cannon fodder on the way to cultivation in the future."

Suddenly, someone said calmly beside Yan Lun, and Yan Lun looked back and saw that it was Senior Brother Yijiu who came.

"The strength of the person on the stage is already higher than that of the challenger, and at this time, the challenger was confused by that person's words, and I am afraid that the challenger will not be able to last thirty moves."

Not long after Yijiu's voice, in the twenty-sixth move, the challenger was negligent, and was hit by a heavy knee on the waist by the defender, and fell to the ring, unable to straighten his waist for half a sound, and the corners of his mouth began to bleed.

"Wow..."

There were sighs from the sidelines, and it was clear that everyone wanted the challenger to win, because the defenders were a little angry about their words and the bets they were taking.

However, there is no second martial arts, speaking in the ring with strength, willing to gamble and lose, even if the loser wants to go to the toilet to eat a bowl of fresh stool! As long as it is agreed in advance, no one has the right to stop it...

"The second person came to power."

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Then, three men were defeated by the defenders in a row, and the third man fought the longest, and the two fought for nearly 100 rounds, but they were still defeated.

"Do you see the rank of the Guardian?"

Yijiu asked Yan Lun, Yan Lun paused, and said:

"Maybe it's the strength of the four-rank martial artist."

Smile at the wine.

"That's right, it seems that your vision has also improved, he is a fourth-grade martial artist."

At this moment, the arrogant defender spoke.

"Isn't there an opponent in Kuncheng? Could it be that many young warriors are wastewood? It seems that at this year's recruitment conference, there is no one who can do it in Kuncheng. ”

It seems that the tone is not from Kuncheng, but these words are so harsh that even the onlookers who don't know martial arts are angry.

"Huangkou child, insult me Kuncheng no one! Why don't you come to a young hero to punch him down! ”

"Yes, I have a large population in Kuncheng, is there really no one who can make a move?"

Everyone talked about it, and those middle-aged ordinary people also looked at the young men dressed as martial artists around them, hoping that someone would come forward.

Yan Lun's brain was hot, and he was about to rush forward, but Yijiu stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Someone else will clean him up."

still said, and then pointed to the distance, Yan Lun saw that another person had signed up on stage, it was a young man in Tsing Yi, and he looked a little familiar.

"It's him!"

Yan Lun suddenly realized, wasn't this a teenager who followed behind the masked riding girl that day? Could it be that the masked girl is here too?

He looked around, but did not find the girl, slightly lost, but quickly attracted to the stage.

"Fool me, no one in Kuncheng? Hmph, I'll let you see it today, my Kuncheng master! ”

Although the young man in Tsing Yi boasted of his mastery, no one in the audience was disgusted, but cheered, and finally a person who looked extraordinary came forward.

Yan Lun's intuition told him that this young man was definitely not the few people who had insufficient cultivation before.

Sure enough, as soon as the challenger in Tsing Yi made a move, he showed the strength not to fall behind.

Soon, the two exchanged more than 200 moves.

In a head-to-head encounter, the two separated one after another, and the two sides stopped for a moment, with the defender sneering on his face.

"It turned out to be a ground-level martial artist in the true martial arts world, hehe, today you will definitely be defeated by my unveiling of the martial artists."

After that, the two fought together again.

Yan Lun suddenly heard this, it turned out to be a prefecture-level martial artist of the unveiling meeting, no wonder his strength was so strong.

The unveiling meeting is an alliance organization of the same scale as the real martial arts world, and there are constant conflicts with the real martial arts world.

Yan Lun looked at Senior Brother Yijiu, and Yijiu's expression became more serious.

"It seems that it is not only the competition between Kuncheng and the outer city, but also the competition between the real martial arts world and the unveiling meeting, this one must be won, and even the next two must be won!"

Soon, some of the defenders of the unveiling meeting fell into the image of being inferior, and the challengers of the real martial arts world attacked more and more.

In nearly 400 moves, the challenger punched the opponent's sternum and kicked him in the right shoulder, instantly losing both.

However, the person who unveiled the list was obviously more seriously injured, after all, he was injured in the chest, and soon his pace was unsteady and his face was pale.

And the movement of the young man's right hand in the True Martial Realm also became slow and limited, but he still took advantage of the opponent's weakness to kick the door in front of him after three moves, and the challenge was successful.

Suddenly, the cheers from the audience resounded in half of the city, and the breath that everyone had held for a long time was finally released.

"Wait, this second game hasn't started yet, do you want to leave after taking the money?"

As he spoke, the second of the defenders came to the stage, took out a package and handed it to the referee, and the package was opened, full of white flowers and silver.

"In this game, I'll bet three hundred taels! But if you lose, quit the True Martial Arts Realm and become a doorman in the branch of my Unveiling Club for a year! ”

As soon as these words came out, Yan Lun and Yijiu's faces became ugly, but few of the audience stopped coaxing.

They heard it, and it involved the two behemoths of the True Martial Arts Realm and the Unveiling Society, which was not something that ordinary people could discuss at will.