The next day, after a simple wash, Xiao Cong came to the martial arts arena again, because today's group of heroes officially began, which can be regarded as a special day.

He and Steward Qin climbed into a pavilion one after the other, and sat with the people of the four major families, and the four old guys were greeted by him for a while, but no one mentioned the matter of the Murong family's auction house yesterday, it seems that Steward Qin and them have already passed the breath, of course, he is not bored with himself, he is still a good friend.

The ring was crowded and noisy, from eleven or twelve-year-old children to old men who didn't know how young they were, and of course, more young faces.

The group sat down, all with red faces, the waiter served the tea, and then retreated, Xiao Cong took the tea and took a sip gently, he looked at the ring in the middle of the martial arts arena, looking forward to who would be the first hero to come on stage.

There are no rules in the early stage of the competition, who falls in love with whom, the people in the audience can challenge at will, hold the grievances of the wronged, take revenge with hatred, regardless of success or failure, after a fight, both step down, and then proceed to the next round, in order.

A sturdy monk walked into the ring majestically, his steps were steady, his bare body, his muscles were like a coiled dragon, his arms were exposed, he was carrying a quiver, and he held a huge bone bow in his right hand.

There were people cheering in the ring, some people coaxing, Xiao Cong smiled slightly, but he smiled silently, he knew that when people became excited, they were actually not optimistic about the people on the stage, because they were just looking forward to a good show, the so-called applause, but not respect for the champions.

Sure enough, an ugly-looking dwarf armed with a double axe jumped into the ring in a few steps, and solved the strong man in three strokes and five by two, and the whole process took less than half a moment.

There was a round of applause from the audience, and the dwarf bowed with his axe and walked out of the ring.

Another young man came to the stage, he held two huge meteor hammers, and his seemingly weak body was extremely incommensurate, but the two meteor hammers were played by him but tigers, smooth and abnormal, the dwarf re-entered the stage to fight fiercely, but was defeated and retreated, a few rounds later, the dwarf suddenly retreated dozens of feet, and then crossed his arms, from which a fire rat came out, the fire rat is not large in size, the temperature is not high, but the speed is extremely fast, in an instant it rushed to the front of the youth, the young man hurriedly resisted the hammer, but the fire rat was too agile, passed through the gap between his huge hammer head, and disappeared into his mouth in a blink of an eye,

"Ah~"

The young man let out a scream, threw his hammer, tumbled to the ground, and then began to breathe fire in his eyes, which was reduced to ashes a moment later.

There was a warm cheer from the audience again, there was no consternation, and there was no silence, as if this was a normal thing.

The dwarf grinned, the cruelty and evil of human beings were undoubtedly displayed on his face, Xiao Cong looked stunned for a while, it was only two times, and a monk died, how many people would die in a group of heroes?

Xing Guanghao turned his head to look at the sluggish Xiao Cong, and said with a smile:

"If he does this, he will definitely be disqualified. ”

Xiao Cong was silent,

What is this matter, at that time, I was still troubled by the disputes between the strength of the various families and sects during the Heroes' Meeting, why did I let the monks slaughter each other in this ring?

Xing Guanghao continued:

"The world of monks is a world of the jungle, since you choose to challenge, then you must be prepared to pay the price, the Heroes Association is just the tip of the iceberg of the ruthlessness and cruelty of the monk world, if the virtuous nephew wants to walk on this Xuanzhen realm, this hurdle in his heart must be overcome. ”

Xiao Cong's face was ugly, he nodded slightly, Xing Guanghao showed a smile again, and then turned his head and set his eyes on the ring again.

The challenge continued, the killing continued, and the people on the stage could not have been better described as a misstep that turned into a thousand hatreds, and they could have died if they were not careful, one young monk was shot through the center of his eyebrows by an arrow because he was a beat slower, another young monk was pierced through the heart by the sword qi because the defensive shield he had conjured up was too weak, and another monk was killed by his opponent's pet because he was all focused on his opponent......

Looking at all this, Xiao Cong felt that his eyes hurt, because he felt that there was really nothing to learn from this, and he even thought that these so-called young strong people were purely here to die, knowing that there were tigers in the mountains and biased towards the tigers, this was not the courage of cultivating to be mediocre, but the stupidity of these people, on the other hand, this also showed that the mood of these young people was too impetuous, and for the sake of an unattainable honor, they actually gambled with their lives to fight an uncertain and unprepared battle, which ...... Maybe from another point of view, it's also a special kind of cultivation.

He rubbed his swollen forehead, then stretched, simply closed his eyes, and began to meditate, I don't know how long it took, he was woken up by Steward Qin during meditation, he slowly opened his eyes, and saw that it was getting weaker.

Steward Qin leaned into Xiao Cong's ear and said:

"Young Master, it's time for us to go. ”

Xiao Cong replied with a long sigh of relief,

"It's finally over. ”

After hearing this, the heads of the four major families all smiled, and Xing Guanghao said:

"It seems that the virtuous nephew is very distressed about this, don't worry, there will always be wonderful, I believe that the virtuous nephew will not be able to help but try it on stage when the time comes. ”

"Well, then I'll wait and see, four uncles, we'll see you tomorrow. ”

"Okay, that's a deal. ”

Xiao Cong got up, stretched his waist without any scruples, and then said goodbye to the four major families, then turned around and walked down the attic with Steward Qin, and walked towards the Xiao Family Post House.

Back at the post station, it was already dark, and Steward Qin just wanted to retire, but was stopped by Xiao Cong.

"Uncle Qin, I want to talk to you. ”

"I wonder what the young master wants to talk about with the slave?"

Steward Qin's Gu Jing Wubo asked as usual.

"Please come to the bamboo hut in a while, I will wait for Uncle Qin there. ”

"Okay, young master. ”

Steward Qin was just about to turn around, but he heard Xiao Cong shouting:

"Just let the next person prepare a few side dishes, let's drink some. ”

Steward Qin's body paused slightly, and there was a hint of displeasure on his face as he leaned back to Xiao Cong, but he still responded,

"Got it, young master. ”

Then he slowly left.

Xiao Cong didn't notice the strangeness of Steward Qin, he came to the bamboo hut like yesterday, for some reason, his heart was as difficult to calm down as a restless rabbit, he leaned back on the chair, his legs were stacked on the table, all he thought about was the bloody pictures in the ring before, the strange thing is that those disgusted feelings have disappeared at this time, on the contrary, these bloody pictures made him feel a little excited at this time.

After a while, there was a slight sound of footsteps, and a "creak" was heard, the door of the hut was pushed open, a breeze swept by, the candlelight fluttered, and there was one more person in the wooden house, it was Steward Qin who was carrying a food box.

Xiao Cong spun up from the chair, stood in front of the table, and said with a slight smile:

"Uncle Qin, you're here. ”

Steward Qin bent down and bowed,

"Fourth Young Master. ”

Then he walked to the sandalwood table, opened the food box, laid out the dishes one by one, and brought a pot of wine.

Xiao Cong smiled with satisfaction and stretched out a hand;

"Uncle Qin, please be seated. ”

Steward Qin hesitated slightly, and stopped talking, although he should not eat at the same table as the master, as an elder, it would not hurt to sit on it at this time, otherwise Xiao Cong's uncle would not have screamed in vain.