The Vermilion Bird Imperial City is full of people.

Ximen Ziran stood in the ring of the square, full of spring breeze.

Most of the city lords of the 'New Upper Domain' are mostly 'scholars' and light on the 'Han clan', but Ximen Ziran does the opposite: he doesn't pay too much attention to the young children of the scholars, but he favors those 'geniuses' from civilian backgrounds.

Facts have proved that Ximen Ziran's approach is extremely correct, and every year the children of the 'Han Clan' selected by him from the people gradually emerge under the cultivation of elixirs and occult techniques.

Most of the middle and lower-level generals in the 'Flame Army' are mostly from the Han family, these people not only cultivate hard, move forward bravely, and have strict military discipline, but more importantly: these people keep Ximen Ziran's 'grace of knowledge' firmly in mind, which is from another aspect, helping Ximen Ziran firmly hold the military power in his hands.

Simon spent most of his life on cultivation, and he only had two daughters under his knees. The eldest daughter, Ximen Liuyun, married the most outstanding 'son of the Han family' Zhou Chuanhu three years ago;

Ximen Liuyun is only in her teens this year, wearing a fiery red robe and combing extremely sharp hair accessories, she is sitting in the ring, her eyes are a little confused, she can't tell whether she is excited, excited, or frustrated.

The Simon family has been passed down in ancient times, and it is said to be the 'Suzaku bloodline', although it has gone through countless years, and the magical 'bloodline' is not known how much is left, but everyone in their family is born with his fiery red hair, which shows the glory of their family.

Ye Junlin looked at the fiery red-haired Ximen Liuyun, and secretly pondered, not knowing what to think.

Xia Feifei on the side laughed and said, "What's the matter, our 'innocent little brother' is tempted?"

"Hmph!" Ye Junlin sneered, turned his head and smiled at Xia Feifei: "With you, a peerless beauty, in front of me, I still have the heart to look at other women? ”

As he spoke, Ye Junlin pinched his chin and let out a wicked laugh at Xia Feifei.

Xia Feifei's heart was filled with a little wave, from childhood to adulthood, there were countless people who had molested her, according to the past, those who molested her would generally be beaten into a pig's head and then thrown into the river. But for some reason, this time, when she faced Ye Junlin's teasing, instead of being angry, she felt a little strange.

If she hadn't been wearing a mask, Ye Junlin would definitely have seen the peach blossoms on Xia Feifei's face.

Ye Junlin just said it casually, but Xia Feifei listened to it in her heart.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart

The people in the square gathered more and more, and Ximen Ziran looked at the dense crowd and smiled with satisfaction. He stretched out his arm and smiled softly at the hundreds of thousands of people under the ring: "Everyone, first of all, Ximen Ziran thanked everyone for their support, and hoped that those 'talented' people would have the courage to express themselves and not let their gold be buried in quicksand." It's gold that always shines, but only if you want it to shine. We, the 'Vermilion Bird Imperial City', select talents, and only seek ability and not background, which everyone knows better than anyone else."

Before Ximen Ziran's words fell, there was a wave of cheers under the ring, most of the cheers were from the Han clan, and those children of the scholar clan stood in place with a disdainful face.

Ximen Ziran paused and continued: "We welcome civilized martial arts competitions, but if someone maliciously picks quarrels and provokes trouble, the law of the 'Vermilion Bird Imperial City' is not an ornament!"

After Simon finished speaking, his left foot was raised, and then he fell heavily.

In an instant, a great earthquake trembled, and a powerful coercion emanated from Ximen Ziran's body, almost enveloping the entire square. Those with high cultivation suddenly felt that their bodies were stagnant and could hardly move even a bit, while those with low cultivation only felt that the blood in their chests was surging, and they were very uncomfortable, as if the coercive force was half a point heavier, and they were in danger of hanging up at any time.

The powerful coercion only lasted for a few breaths, but for everyone under the ring, it was like a world away.

"The city lord's cultivation is really powerful!" many people discussed.

Ximen Ziran was so calm that he hugged everyone with a fist, as if he had lost his weight just now, and then returned to the seat of the ring in a hurry.

Xia Feifei looked at Ximen Ziran, her eyes were a little fluttering, as if she was thinking about something.

After Ximen Ziran, a young general dressed in the armor of the 'Flame Army' came to the stage and read out the rules of the contest.

Xia Feifei touched Ye Junlin, who was performing the 'iQue Dafa', with her arm, and smiled maliciously: "This guy is Zhou Chuanhu, maybe he will be your future 'brother-in-law'." ”

Ye Junlin looked at her and replied to her with a smile on his face: "Hehe-"

The rules of the game are extremely simple: go one-on-one, the loser exits, the winner stays on the stage and continues to accept the challenge, and the first four challengers to defeat ten players in a row advance to the second round.

In the second round, lots are drawn, and the winning two will fight again until the last person remains.

The last person will get the opportunity to challenge Zhou Chuanhu, and if he wins, he can get any treasure, provided that Ximen Ziran has it.

After Zhou Chuanhu read out the rules, a burst of cheers broke out again under the ring. Many young handsome people who have been preparing for many years have been grinding their fists and preparing to show their style.

Beside Ye Junlin, there was a little brother standing, and the little brother's figure was extremely thin, as if a gust of wind would blow and he would be blown away. Rao is respectful face, but this little brother has bright eyes, he looked at the Ximen flowing water in the ring, the corners of his mouth were grinning, and there was a hara slowly flowing down.

If Ye Junlin could hear the little brother's heart at this time, he would definitely say to him: "Hey, buddy, you better go home and wash and sleep." ”

Because the little brother was thinking at this time: As long as I defeat Zhou Chuanhu, it won't be long before I will join the 'Flame Army', become a general, have great wealth, marry Bai Fumei, and walk to the peak of life.

Looking at the little brother who had melted into his daydream, Ye Junlin shook his head helplessly.

After Zhou Chuanhu finished saying 'start', a burly man with a full beard jumped into the ring first.

Ye Junlin's eyes slowly narrowed, and a wisp of spiritual power was released from the center of his eyebrows.

The cultivation of the bearded man is only about a 'low-level Xuan Sage', which is a small step higher than Ye Junlin, but if he fights with Ye Junlin, he is afraid that he will be dropped by Ye Junlin in a single move.

The most important thing to look at a person is to see his connotation, but before that, there is a premise, that is, first of all, the appearance must be seen.

This big man looks like a 'loose' wild lion, and his dignity is extremely sorry for the audience. If such a person becomes the son-in-law of the city lord of Ximen, isn't it purely a shame.

Under the condemnation of the majority, Dahan was soon knocked out of the ring.

The cheers gradually rose, and the competition gradually entered the heat