"What? Tianwu Hou is here?"

"No, it's just a martial arts conference that Lord Tianwu Hou came to ...... in person."

"It was rumored earlier that this martial arts conference was specially for the selection of reserve generals for the Northwest Army, and now, even the Marquis of Tianwu was present in person, it seems that the rumors are true......

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In an instant, the audience was in a commotion, and everyone's eyes were focused on the gate of the martial arts arena.

It has been more than 700 years since the founding of the Great Qin Empire, and the marquis who has been divided into feudal titles for more than 700 years does not know how many mortals, but those who can obtain the position of Wuhou have only 31 since the founding of the country, and only six are left in the current dynasty. These six martial marquis are all outstanding and frequent, and the entire army system of the Great Qin Empire is basically controlled by the six great martial marquis. And Tianwu Hou ranks second among these six martial marquis, and the dignity of his identity can be imagined. How can such a military tycoon not make everyone commotion? You must know that in so many previous martial arts conferences, there has never been a martial marquis who has ever been present at the scene.

In a few moments, in the midst of all the attention, three figures of different heights slowly walked in from outside the martial arts arena.

The leader is an old man in a black robe who is about fifty years old, with a hooked nose and a silver head, at first glance, in addition to his sharp eyes and mighty posture, he is not much different from ordinary old men, but as the old man slowly approached, a strong, like a tidal wave of killing aura swept in all directions, and in an instant, everyone only felt that the temperature of the entire martial arts arena had dropped a lot. There is no doubt that this old man is the general of Zhenxi who is in charge of the six-million-strong army on the northwest border of the Great Qin Empire-Sima Wang, the Marquis of Tianwu.

Behind Tianwu Hou were two men wearing black and gold-inlaid battle armor, one of whom was the chief examiner who presided over the preliminary competition yesterday, Yan Ju, the commander of the Imperial Capital City Guard. Another man, nearly nine feet tall, extremely strong, his entire face glowed with a metallic luster, like an iron tower, and all those who came into contact with him couldn't help but bow their heads and didn't dare to look at him.

Soon, the three of them walked to the high platform above the martial arts arena. There were three seats on the high platform, with Tianwu Marquis Sima Wang sitting in the center, and Yan Ju, the commander of the city guards, and another black-armored man sitting on the left and right.

"See Lord Tianwuhou!"

At the moment when the three of them sat down, all the armored sergeants in the martial arts arena knelt down on one knee, and at the same time, the audience and the participating warriors also stood up one after another, bending down to salute the Tianwu Marquis on the high platform.

"You don't have to be formal!"

Tianwu Hou waved his hand casually and said: "Presumably you all know that the purpose of the martial arts conference is to select reserve generals for the military, but this time the situation is a little special, recently, the activities of the Gale Empire on the border of our Great Qin Empire have become more and more frequent, and there are hidden signs of launching a large-scale attack, therefore, all the players who have performed well in this martial arts conference will be directly awarded military ranks and included under the banner of our Northwest Legion." ”

As soon as these words came out, the originally calm discussion in the venue suddenly sounded again.

"That Gale Empire only suffered a big defeat four years ago, I didn't expect it to start restless again so soon......"

"What's so strange about this, the wolf ambition of the Gale Empire wants to annex our Great Qin Empire for a day or two, it's just that our Great Qin Emperor is powerful and powerful, and the Gale Empire's move is just a fool's dream......"

"Directly awarded the military rank, tsk, the participants of this martial arts conference are really lucky, you know, in the past, it took at least half a year of inspection and study before they could really enter the army......

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"Silence!"

Just as everyone was whispering in the arena, on the high platform, the black-armored man with a cold expression snorted coldly, and the noisy scene immediately quieted down.

Tianwu Hou didn't mind, and smiled indifferently: "Commander Yan, next, I'll leave it to you to preside!"

"Yes, Lord Wuhou!"

Hearing this, Yan Ju immediately got up and bowed to Tianwu, and immediately, he turned around, looked around, and said loudly: "Today's event is divided into two stages, the Ring Challenge and the Ring Championship, below, I will announce the rules of the competition......"

As always, there have been no changes to the rules of the tournament. The so-called ring challenge is to designate sixteen strong seed players as the champion in advance, and the rest of the players as challengers, to compete for the position of the sixteen champions, everyone has two opportunities to challenge, and finally, when all the players have challenged, the sixteen standing in the ring is the top 16 of the martial arts conference, and enter the final ring championship.

As for the ring championship, it is simple, the top 16 players draw lots to face off, the winner advances, and the loser is eliminated until the final champion is decided.

These two games are a test of the real strength of the contestants, and there is almost no fluke to speak of, especially the first ring challenge, which not only tests the fighting strength of the players, but also tests the continuous combat ability of the players, after all, if you want to hold on to the end, you need to deal with more than one battle, once the true qi or physical strength is too much, it is very likely to be defeated by the players who are lower than their own strength.

"Now that the rules have been announced, I will read out the list of the first batch of champions, and the contestants who will hear their names will take the stage in order. As he spoke, Yan Ju casually took out a roster and read it aloud: "No. 1 ring, Luo Yuntian!"

"Here!"

As soon as the words fell, a handsome young man in a white robe jumped out of the rest area, with a little footstep, a volley, and then, a swallow turned over and landed in the center of the No. 1 ring.

Such an elegant posture immediately aroused a burst of admiration from the audience.

"Okay, it is worthy of being the little marquis of the Yonglie Marquis Mansion, this body alone is not comparable to ordinary acquired martial artists......"

"I don't know, although this little marquis is a concubine, but he is extremely brave and fierce, and his strength is true to the end, it is said that he has reached the eightfold realm of the day after tomorrow, and few people in the younger generation can ...... it."

"If there are no accidents, there should not be much suspense about the champion of this martial arts conference......"

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Hearing the unanimous admiration of everyone in the arena, Luo Yuntian did not show any smug or proud expression in the ring, but just looked around with a smile on his face, standing with his hands in his hands, and the whole thing was a humble and steady noble son.

"Ring No. 2, Wu Yicheng!"

Without delay, Yan Ju, the chief examiner on the high platform, reported the name of the second champion.

"Here!"

Immediately after, a young man with a long sword in his hand and a somewhat grim face walked out of the rest area. His appearance was very ordinary, and he was not as "high-profile" as Luo Yuntian, but simply walked into the ring step by step, but Rao was so, and the cheers he received were much less than Luo Yuntian's, obviously, this No. 2 champion named Wu Yicheng was also a relatively famous young genius in the imperial capital.

"Ring No. 3, Zhao Fan!"

"Here!"

"Ring No. 4, Zhu Ming!"

"Here!"

......

In this way, after a quarter of the time of the incense, all the sixteen champions of this ring challenge took the stage. These sixteen people are all young geniuses with outstanding talents, and among them, the worst strength is also in the third layer of the day after tomorrow. At the same time, from the discussion from the audience outside the arena, it can be determined that the order of these sixteen champions should be linked to their respective cultivation, for example, Luo Yuntian, the No. 1 champion with the most voice, his cultivation is the highest among all the contestants.

Although sometimes the level of cultivation does not completely determine the outcome of a battle, and it happens from time to time that the weak defeat the strong, but after all, it is only a minority, no matter what, the battle between martial artists, the martial artist with high cultivation will definitely have an advantage. It can be inferred from this that in this Ring Challenge, those who are ranked lower, especially those in Ring 16, will probably become the main targets of the rest of the contestants.

Sure enough, just after the examiner solemnly announced the start of the challenge, a contestant who couldn't hold his breath challenged the champion of the No. 16 ring.

"Liangcheng Wang Tian is here to challenge!" With a loud voice, a handsome young man in blue shirt jumped out of the rest area with a three-foot short sword, and immediately jumped directly into the No. 16 ring.

The name of the champion of the sixteenth ring is Sun Hui, a sturdy man who looks old, with a square face and a beard, and it is difficult to guess that this person is not yet thirty years old just by looking at his appearance. Seeing the blue-shirted young man on stage, Sun Hui grinned and showed a disdainful smile: "Just because you are not qualified to ascend to the position of this champion, come on, it is not worth using weapons at all to deal with you." As he spoke, as soon as he let go of his right hand, he really threw the spear in his hand to the ground, and looked at Wang Tian empty-handed.

"Arrogance!"

Seeing this, Wang Tiandeng was furious, who was not a martial artist who could be promoted to the acquired realm at this age was not arrogant? Although Sun Hui's cultivation was higher than him, it was also extremely limited, and such a move was clearly a great contempt and humiliation for him.

"Look at the move!"

Under the shame and anger, Wang Tian suddenly pulled out his long sword, shook his hand again, and stabbed Sun Hui in front of him.

"Whew!"

A cyan light pierced the sky. The tip of the long sword had already reached Sun Hui's body.

Sun Hui was on one side of his body, and his right hand quickly slapped towards the sword. Seeing that he was about to shoot the sword surface, Wang Tian turned his long sword, and the blade was actually facing Sun Hui's palm. If Sun Hui's palm continues to be slapped, I am afraid that the palm will be cut off immediately.

"Peng!"

Suddenly, the ring trembled, and then, the spear of Zhang'er, which was originally thrown aside by Sun Hui, rose out of thin air, and the tail of the spear made of fine iron was able to sweep his abdomen fiercely before Wang Tianyi's sword was cut off.

"Poof!"

The power of this sweep was quite huge, Wang Tian's face turned pale in an instant, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed out of his mouth, and immediately, the whole person was directly swept off the ring like a kite with a broken string......