Chapter 247 The undercurrent and bright sun are low, the breeze is shallow, and at this moment, Fengyun Square is crowded with people, men and women, old and young, warriors, cultivators, merchants, hawkers, butchers, and ordinary people are all flocking outside Fengyun Square.

Although there was a wall of iron men separating them from the place of the game, everyone's eyes were very eager to look at the center of the square, where a battle had begun.

At this time, Yan Yin and the others were standing in the middle of the human wall and the large array that shrouded Fengyun Square.

This is the place where the contestants are selected. Although the location is not huge, it is spacious enough to be outside.

Glancing up at some cultivators standing quietly in the air, Yan Yin secretly counted them at random, at least there were thousands of them.

These people did not participate in the Tangwu Conference, but they also came for the Tangwu Conference.

Among them, there were men and women, old and young. However, all of them looked proud, Ling Jue at the end of Yunfeng, looking down.

Compared with martial artists, cultivators can fly as long as their strength reaches the level of a spirit warrior, which is difficult for martial artists to achieve.

If all martial artists are compared to a man with pure strength and attack, the cultivator is an agile and swift spirit woman.

Although this statement is somewhat general and general, in general, it is a good expression of the advantages and disadvantages between martial artists and cultivators.

Of course, there are special ones.

Like the swordsmanship masters among the martial artists, their speed is not slow, on the contrary, it has reached an astonishing level.

Such as Shangguan Jianhong, such as a lieutenant general. Although these people are martial artists, they have both their own strong strength and their speed.

Yan Yin secretly thought, if these two successfully entered the Martial Saint, I am afraid that their strength will increase greatly. Even if it was an ordinary Spirit Saint, I am afraid that it would not be their enemy under the sword.

This is also the advantage of the martial artist, the early stage is not prominent, and in the back, after being touched with the holy word, the transformation from quantity to quality begins to occur.

This kind of transformation is also something that everyone dreams of.

Looking into the field, I saw that the two people standing on top of the black array began to fight.

Their weapons are all long swords.

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, one inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, one inch dangerous.

The strength of the two players is at the innate martial artist level, and their strength is not very strong, but it is not bad.

After dozens of moves between the two of them, one of the players was injured in the left arm by another player's sword, and when his long sword was too late to be withdrawn, the injured man slashed the opponent's waist ribs with a backhand, and then kicked him out of the court.

The first game ended with such a cruel end.

Both were wounded, but the victorious side had joy on their faces, while the losing side was full of gloom.

In this era of strong men, the backs that all living beings look up to will always be those victors and losers, who will only be eclipsed under the halo of the victors, and finally disappear in the endless river of history.

"In the first race, the number 12 player wins. The white-haired old man returned to the black array again, and his voice sounded low and clear in everyone's ears, "Loser, exit." The winner will qualify for the next round. ”

As he spoke, the jade pendants of the two players returned to the old man's hands again, and one of them was immediately shattered. The other piece was tossed up by it and submerged into the large white array above.

"The second game, start" There were no superfluous words, the old man's expression was serious, and above his pale face, there was only a calm and calm look.

Two jade pendants shot out of the black array and fell into the hands of the old man, and then he read out the numbers on the jade pendant, and two more players entered the field, stood on top of the black array, and started the second game.

"I see. Yang Xi on the side exclaimed, "What a good method, what a good method." Now all the jade pendants of the players who are qualified to compete are in the black array, and then after a quick selection game, the jade pendant of the winning side will be proposed from it and enter the white formation, and the loser will be directly crushed. ”

"Yes, in this way, after all the games are over, the jade pendants in the black array will be gone, and in the white array, the jade pendants of all the people who won after the first round will be gone. "Yang Yi also has a strange brilliance in his eyes" and so on, the game will continue non-stop, and the last person will become more and more powerful. In the end, when there are only two pieces of jade pendant left, then these two people will be the most powerful of all. In this way, it will not only be interesting, but also make many people full of expectations, and at the same time, there will be a trace of immutability. ”

"Uh-huh" Yang Fan also said, "That's true, because, maybe the strong one will meet in the first round of the game." In this way, it is quite random. I don't know who came up with this method. ”

Looking at the game in the field, Yan Yin also began to worry.

It's not that he's worried about his own strength, but that he's worried about meeting some people he doesn't want to meet.

For example, the fat dun Xu monkey, or the emperor and his party coldly sneered them, or Ye Qingchen.

In this way, with the idea that he must win, he will definitely have to fight against these people. In this case, it would be bad if they were injured by mistake in a hurry.

Just as I was thinking about it, the second game was over.

The reason is very simple, one of them forgot that he was standing on top of the black array, and when he was fighting against the opponent, he accidentally retreated too much, and finally fell off the big array. As a result, they are disqualified from continuing the competition.

The progress of the game was very tightly scheduled, and it was not until night fell that the first day of the Tangwu Conference was over.

"Today, a total of thirty-seven matches were played, of which thirty-seven won and thirty-seven lost. The loser will miss the next game. The winner, who manages to stand out from the thousands, will qualify for the next round of the competition. The old man's voice came to everyone's ears, "Today's game is over for the time being." Tomorrow, the competition continues, and I hope that the contestants who participated in the competition will not leave the imperial capital during this time. Whoever does not show up at the time of the game, and his opponent, will directly advance to the game. In the event of a non-show, both parties will be deemed to have forfeited and will be disqualified. ”

After speaking, the old man looked at the audience, where the wind and clouds were slowly coming.

Seeing Fengyun Xiao come forward, suddenly, the entire Fengyun Square was very quiet. Everyone's eyes are on this most powerful man today.

With his hands on his back, Fengyun Xiao jumped on top of the black array in one step.

After glancing around at the gazes of tens of thousands of people around him, he raised his head and glanced at the cultivator who was standing quietly above the sky in the distance, Feng Yunxiao cleared his throat, and said in a low and magnetic voice, "Here, this seat will say a word first." The Tangwu Conference is a grand event of the empire, and it is also the time for the empire to select talents. On this occasion, the imperial capital gathered people and masters from all over the world, including the Martial Sect Lingzong, the Martial King Lingwang, and the Martial Saint Lingsheng. However, no matter what, since this seat is a great general, during the time I am in charge of the imperial capital, I don't want anyone to make trouble in the imperial capital. I don't want anyone to make some small moves and interfere with the smooth progress of the Tangwu Conference. Otherwise, Yan Yi, the general of Dingbei back then, would be the best end!"

At the end of speaking, Feng Yunxiao's tone was cold and implied a wireless killing machine, "Tang Wu Conference, once every nine years." I don't want someone to use unfair means to win the final victory. If that's the case, then whoever you are, you'll be killed. The Tangwu Assembly wants justice and fairness, and during this time, this seat will always stay here. ”

After a pause, Feng Yunxiao said again, "In my eyes, there is not only one kind of talent. Except for the victors, I will make an exception to accept anyone who has shown himself in my eyes. Of course, I'm talking about martial artists, and as for cultivators, some sect masters in Western Xinjiang are also here. If any player on the field can enter their eyes, the future and achievements will naturally be infinitely bright. ”

"Huh?" Off the field, in the audience, the prince frowned and said to Qin Shuang beside him, "Uncle Huang's words seem to be a little unusual. ”

"Hmm," Qin Shuang nodded secretly and said, "He's talking about Western Xinjiang, not Qingyue Mountain and Qingyun Peak." It seems that the general seems to have a very close relationship with the sects in Western Xinjiang. ”

Qin Shuang, who was dressed in a black cloak, looked at the first Ling Yue in the audience, and coughed softly unconsciously.

"Bang Xue Fairy, what do you think of the general's words?" In the crowd in the audience, Su Jinghong whispered to the woman beside him, "Your Excellency is from Qingyue Mountain, I don't know how to understand the general's words." ”

This woman is Yan Yue's aunt, her name is Bang Xue, and she is the younger sister of Yan Yin's mother Wan Qing.

Bang Xue looked at the wind and clouds in the field indifferently, snorted lightly, and said, "This time at the Tangwu Conference, many people came for a purpose. Among them, I am afraid that those sects outside the western frontier are the most urgent and active. Since they've found Fengyunxiao, let them go. However, if anyone really thought that the Tang Wu Conference initiated by Qingyue Mountain and Emperor Tang Wu would be controlled by others, then they would underestimate our Qingyue Mountain. ”

Su Jinghong pondered for a moment and said, "However, according to the news that Su has learned, the general has a very close relationship with the sects in Western Xinjiang. Moreover, there are people in Qingyun Peak and Fengyun Mountain Range who have come to the imperial capital. This time at the Tangwu Conference, I don't know what the Snow Fairy can tell the old man. At the last Tangwu Conference, if it weren't for Yan Yi's wife's excuses, I think the old man would have died in that catastrophe. ”

Looking at Su Jinghong, Xue Xiu's eyebrows condensed slightly, and said, "Your Su family has taken a lot of care of Qingyue Mountain over the years, and Qingyue Mountain is also very grateful for the material support of your Su family. Today's imperial capital is surging, although your Su family has never established a faction above the court, but the strength of the head of its four major business groups will inevitably be remembered. ”

"What does the fairy mean?" Su Jinghong's face changed, and he whispered to Bang Xuedao, "Please also ask the fairy to say clearly!"

Indifferently glanced at Yan Yue next to her, only to see Yan Yue nodding, Qian Qiansu waved her hand, and an invisible curtain of streamer shrouded them.

"The wealth of prosperity, the wealth of decline" said softly, "the southern Xinjiang is unstable, and the northern Xinjiang is chaotic." The west is uneven, and the east is unstable. ”

After speaking, Bang Xue slowly got up, glanced at the wind and clouds that came down from the field, waved his sleeves lightly, and left this place with Yan Yue and the other people of Qingyue Mountain turned into a streamer.

Looking at the direction in which they left, Su Jinghong frowned, "The wealth of prosperity, the wealth of decline." The south is unstable, and the north is in chaos. The west is uneven, and the east is unstable. What does that mean exactly?"

Involuntarily, Su Jinghong raised his head and saw a middle-aged man in Chinese clothes looking at him with a smile.

"The Yang family, southern Xinjiang. Su Jinghong was shocked and seemed to understand something. Then with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he nodded to the middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes, and then got up and left the table.

When night fell, the first day of the game was over, and Yan Yin naturally didn't have to stay here. After thanking Yang Fan and their kind invitation to live in Yang's mansion, Yan Yin returned to the Northern Academy.

As soon as he walked to his house, he saw a beautiful figure standing quietly in his room.

"Is that you?" Yan Yin was first surprised when she saw someone coming, and then said in surprise, "Is she here at the light dance?"