For ordinary people, the triennial election is a major event about the rise and fall of the human race, no matter how mediocre and ordinary people have dreams in their hearts, but with the passage of time, many people's dreams are finally extinguished in the long river of years due to various factors. Today, the sky is beautiful, the wind is beautiful, and the topic of conversation on the streets and alleys is naturally the 'Qingshu General Election'!

Shenzhou ushered in a prosperous era of talent blowout, and Qingyun City was no exception. It's just that Qingyun City is located in the easternmost part of the empire, although the territory is vast, but the resources are very poor, but the more barren the land, the more people yearn for wealth, which has created the reputation of Qingyun City today, because of the desire of Qingyun's heart. In order to get rid of poverty, Qingyun people have been fighting for it for generations, and it can be said that in terms of the unity of the people's hearts, Qingyun should be the most in Longshan.

"Old Ye, why don't you go back to sit down?" On the ninth floor of the Tenglong Pavilion, Long Ji asked the old man surnamed Ye with a smile, and the rest of the old people also waited and waited. Picked up a wine glass, sniffed it gently, and closed his eyes with an intoxicated face to enjoy it alone, "Since these clowns are not the old man, I am better off, and I will not be rude!" The old man surnamed Ye's originally soft eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and his eyes shot a substantial electric light and pierced the void. In an instant, the old man had returned to his former detached and worldly expression, like a spring breeze. "Long Ji, you are secretly responsible for this matter!" The old man surnamed Ye secretly sent a message to Long Ji, and explained like this for a moment, "Old Ye, wonderful! I'll handle this matter!" Long Ji nodded proudly in agreement, and the other people shook their heads helplessly, they are all so old, and they are still so virtuous.

Chen Lan followed Long Teng to Qingshu Academy, and was very excited, this holy place that countless young martial artists dreamed of can finally be seen today, can you not be excited? It is not the same as imagined in the dream, the periphery of the college is actually the same as the Fang City, there are many inns and restaurants, and vendors can be seen everywhere, so that Chen Lan, who came for the first time, thought that he was in the wrong place, and after the introduction of Long Teng, he realized that when the college was first built, the college allowed merchants to open their own stores on the periphery of the college in order to strive for more resources, but they would pay a certain fee to the college every year, after all, the financial, material and manpower consumed when it was originally built were huge, and Qingyun City at that time was far less prosperous than it is now. Unimpeded along the way, "Strange, why don't there be any guards this year?"

The entrance is a huge green book, covering half of the sky, and the three big cyan characters are dizzying and fascinating, and it is disorienting just by looking at it more. Chen Lan was busy guarding his mind, and his heart was shocked, "Just take a look at it, I almost lost my mind, it seems that this page of the green book hides a mystery, so I should pay more attention in the future." "Brother Lan, I woke up so quickly, I was in it for twenty breaths, senior brother!" "When you are old and strong, you would rather move the heart of the white head, be poor and strong, and not fall into the ambition of the clouds." Chen Lan whispered, as if thoughtful. Long Teng next to him looked at Chen Lan in contemplation, and sighed to himself, the comprehension of the junior brother is indeed superhuman, you must know that most martial artists come to Qingshu for the first time, and their minds are instantly lost, and only a few people can barely break free from it. Long Teng's praise Chen Lan did not take it to heart, at this time Chen Lan was comprehending the wonder contained in the three words of Qingyunzhi, and a mysterious but ununderstandable thought always lingered in his heart. As a man, his ambitions need to be ambitious, his ambitions can be soaring, and he is arrogant.

Qingshu Academy's martial arts arena, a circular open-air square, is already full, hundreds of thousands of spectators, it can be said that it is a triennial event in Qingyun City, 10,000 primaries are all energetic and high-spirited, this is the stage of sharpening the sword, this is the threshold of fate, it is a dragon or a bear, and it is clear today!" The triennial Qingshu General Election, its purpose is to select outstanding talents in the Qingyun region, to get better training in the academy, you are all the future of our Qingyun, no matter what the final result of this selection is, as long as you always have a heart of martial arts, I firmly believe that everyone will have an extraordinary future, this selection will eliminate ninety percent of the players, that is, there will only be a thousand players among you who will stay to study in the academy! "Okay! This is my Qingyun's good son! Failure is not to be feared, the most fearful is your heart, only with a fearless heart, in order to overcome failure, will have a better tomorrow, please remember - Qingyun father will always be your strong backing, even if you are eliminated today, please don't be discouraged, please don't be ashamed, regroup, catch up, not in vain! Three hundred years ago, I was a loser, a redeemer, today on behalf of the twelve losers, I reiterate to you here - the dragon feeds, dreams come true! In my lifetime, with my ruined body, I will do my best to take off only for the take-off of Qingyun! Hundreds of thousands of spectators stood up one after another, looking solemnly at the old man standing in the air - gray hair, a weathered face full of vicissitudes, this is one of the only twelve remaining warriors who returned from the defeat of the empire three hundred years ago- Liao Changtian, for hundreds of years, he had never seen any of the twelve old men, and he thought that these old men had already driven west, but he never thought that this old man who could sing and cry was still in the world, and he never thought that he would face the world for the first time in this general election, and he would actually meet the legendary characters in this way. The 10,000 contestants were even more excited, their blood boiling, and they swayed to the old man in the void and bowed deeply.

"Appropriate talent Liao Lao said by example, pinning great hopes on you, this city lord will not say much today, the rise and fall of Qingyun is on you, in a word-don't forget your original intention!Let the fireworks be released to your heart's content!" Jiang Junwu, the city lord of Qingyun City, who was dressed in a cyan python robe, announced the start of the general election. The deafening salute of "tom tom tom" resounded through the world, and the magnificent fireworks like mushroom clouds flashed in the void, the blue sky and the white sun, the gorgeous fireworks turned out to be more colorful than the release in the night, and the four fireworks in the void formed four big cyan characters - Qingcheng Election, covering the entire sky, and the entire martial arts arena resounded with thunderous applause. Chen Lan in the audience was also rendered by the whole atmosphere at this time, extremely excited, the sea of qi was churning, and his eyes were actually green, "Stinky boy, calm down, fast!" Xiaoqing sounded the alarm bell in time in his mind, Chen Lan came to his senses, hurriedly adjusted his luck, and the surging sea of qi calmed down. "Stinky boy, don't look at this as Qingshu Academy, in fact, there is a lot of danger, there is an undercurrent, if you are discovered, I dare to guarantee that you will die at least a hundred times, be low-key, isn't it just a low-level tryout, do you need to be so excited, you are not afraid of death?" Xiaoqing's pause made Chen Lan speechless for a while, "Brother, is this low-level, this is the Youth Teacher Election that countless people want to participate in, can we still be brothers, can we be serious?"

On the stage, Liao Changtian and the city lord Jiang Junwu sat in the middle, and a deacon was announcing the rules of the competition. This general election is a grade higher than the previous specifications, only the city lord and a vice president participated in the past years, and the old man Liao Lao, who was hundreds of years ago, appeared in this general election, which shows the importance of the college this time. What is particularly strange is that the previous selections will be divided into three stages, the first is the cultivation and talent test, the second is the group competition, and the last is to break into Qingyun Road, but this year's election has canceled the first two links, and all the players directly enter Qingyun Road in batches. The audience in the martial arts arena was dumbfounded, and they could have feasted their eyes on a battle of dragons and tigers, but how could it have turned out to be like this again! Qingyun Road was not open to the public, and the audience could not see the scene inside at all. "Silence! If there is any dissatisfaction, you can leave on your own!" a yellow-clothed deacon jumped forward and stood on the stage to warn the crowd in a domineering manner. "All the contestants quickly received their identity cards, a group of 100 people, and entered Qingyun Road in batches according to the serial number to be tested. I saw the yellow-clothed deacon wave his big sleeves, and 10,000 cyan jade plaques suddenly appeared in the void and sprinkled them on the 10,000 players. The long-awaited players have used their body skills to volley into the vertical air, and the cyan jade plaque like a goddess scattered flowers was swept away in an instant. "Quack, my ranking is number one, Quack!" "I'm sorry! It's actually nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine!" "I'll go, two hundred and five!" The excited players grabbed the jade medals in their hands and couldn't help but report their rankings, and the audience was even more speechless, were they so excited? Isn't it a two-hundred-five? It's not a real competition ranking, making a fuss, and at first glance, it's a hammer that hasn't gone through the world. "Starting from the first to the hundredth, quickly enter Qingyun Road, and the assessment begins!"

A square cyan giant tower appeared in everyone's eyes, the tower is six stories high, a stream of light cyan air flow around the tower body circulates by itself, it is very strange that the top of the tower is flat, there is no spire. In the middle of the tower, there are three big words shining with blue light - Qingyun Road, two lines of small characters next to it - one into Qingyun can ask the sky, Qingyun Road Tianwai Mountain. It's just that the second half of the sentence is very jerky and difficult to understand, which is very incomprehensible. Legend has it that only three floors were built when the Qingyun Tower was first established, and then the power of the poor academy was accumulated year by year to increase to the current six floors, it is said that this tower can continue to be built, but the six floors are already the limit of the academy, I don't know how many resources have been spent, it can be said that eighty percent of the resources of Qingyun City in recent centuries are inclined to this tower. But so far, no one has ever broken through the four layers of Qingyun Tower, and each layer corresponds to a large realm, that is to say, the realm corresponding to the first layer is the Qi Cultivation Realm, and the sixth layer corresponds to the Chong Void Realm. The third layer alone has blocked the footsteps of countless martial artists, so you can imagine how difficult it is to break into the Qingyun Tower!

The first 100 warriors couldn't wait to break into the tower, and the prelude to the battle finally began!