King Qi is worthy of being a newly promoted king-level master, and people like him are cultivating all the time, cherishing every moment of precious time. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info eyes are half-closed, and the yuan force is constantly circulating in the body. Suddenly, King Qi opened his eyes and looked at the ring on the west side of the observation deck, his eyes were calm and unwavering, not the oldest well but the quietest Tan, but in the next moment, a chill passed through the pool, and the elders of the major super families also sensed it. As he looked at the ring, his expression was slightly different. King Qi turned his head and glanced at the high place, was silent for a while without speaking, closed his eyes, and continued to cultivate.

Standing in the center of the observation deck is the emperor of the current Bright Empire, condescendingly looking at the new generation of young powerhouses of the empire, with a happy face, these are the fresh blood of the empire in the future. The emperor secretly praised himself: The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves

The ring in the west is an inconspicuous place, and the surrounding buildings, like most of the buildings in the imperial palace and the imperial capital, are made of stones, but there is an extra meadow on the periphery, plus those ancient trees that have been planted for more than 100 years, it looks more quiet, especially the grassland that slopes to the west, which is even more beautiful in the morning light.

Because of that grassland and the hundred-year-old trees there, although there were many spectators in this ring, they were separated from each other relatively far away, so they didn't see clearly what happened before, and they didn't even see clearly the big names on the observation deck of the Imperial City, only that the victory and defeat had been decided. A referee who was in charge of determining the winning position, looked at the person who was still standing in the ring and wanted to say something, but suddenly felt a little weak in his heart, just shook his head, the young strong man who lost in the battle had been carried away, without any external injuries, but he was unconscious, and he didn't know what means that person used, which was particularly weird.

The person in the ring was very ordinary, but he wore a certain peaked cap, which suppressed most of his face. But everyone who saw him could sense that the man was young, and there was naturally an awe-inspiring aura about him. Even the growing morning light and morning breeze could not lighten a minute.

A member of the Presbyterian Council, who was in charge of deciding the winner, squinted at the young man in the cap and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The young man in the cap replied, "Do the Imperial Heroes need to report their origins?" His voice was very flat, without any ups and downs, like water, and it was calm and waveless water, but if there were real and profound people here, they might be able to hear that this was not water but ice, and it could not be so without ten thousand years of frost.

The crowd of onlookers in the distance was in an uproar, where did they think that the reaction of the teenagers here was so indifferent, but it was clear from the rules of the Imperial Heroes Association that this form of selection was more like self-improvement and victory, and they didn't need to pay attention to their identity and origin. None of the Imperial Heroes since ancient times need to say this. The elder member was speechless for a moment, and looked at the young man in the cap with a slight anger, "What a proud young man, I hope you can keep going." ”

The young man in the cap didn't care, and he didn't look at the elder member. Jumped out of the ring and quickly disappeared into the middle of the crowd.

The morning light is gradually brightening, although it is a cold winter, but it has its own warmth. The red sun in the depths of the distant mountains is getting higher and higher, and the dense fog shrouded in the imperial capital has all dispersed, and the scenery is clear and beautiful.

The ring battles in various parts of the imperial capital are also in full swing, and countless wonderful and dangerous battle scenes keep appearing, in the streets, alleys, squares, and in front of the royal observation deck. The cheers of the people were endless, and the exclamations of exclamation rang out from time to time, and the unknown young powerhouse defeated his opponent. But there are a lot of unpopular happens. Some of the characters elected from the weak areas of the border showed unexpected realm strength.

The observation deck in front of the palace and the ring near the palace are naturally the center of everyone's attention, and some cities and counties are more concentrated in relatively quiet cities. As the Imperial Heroes progressed, most of the eyes fell on the other three rings, and there were three people standing in each of those three rings. Autumn Phoenix City, Houtu, Tianhai. As the three most outstanding genius teenagers in the imperial capital East City, it is natural that they should be the focus of all eyes. Now more attention, especially the events of those big people on the observation deck of the Imperial City, have fallen on these three people.

These three people are too famous, and they are too mysterious. Until now, all the opponents who fought against them had no chance to make a second move. So far, these three have won three games in a row. It is easier than the young man wearing a peaked cap, or Liu Xinling, or Shangguan Yu, or Tang Tang to win.

While the crowd was cheering for the three of them, something happened in the remote ring, but it didn't attract many people's attention at the time. This ring is located in the civilian area of the imperial capital, which is very remote, but it is too close to the moat. The cold winter can't cover up the garbage caused by humans in the moat, and countless fishy stenches come to the shore with the wind from the bottom of the river, making people want to vomit when they smell it, where will there be any strong people coming.

Earlier, in the morning, the drums of war had just beaten in the upper city and reached the ghetto, where the thin yellow sand of the stone ring had been laid all night shook slightly. There was no sign of anyone here except the hapless Royal Watcher and two Inquisitors.

Although the Imperial Heroes Meeting is a super grand event that occurs once in three years, for these people living at the bottom of the imperial capital, life must go on, and work cannot be stopped, otherwise they will be hungry at night.

Before you do work, of course, you have to fill your stomach first. All kinds of crude stone stoves began to smoke, already a little blackened, I don't know how many days of use in the oil pot, all kinds of pasta began to swell, and then helplessly spit bubbles. The people at the bottom who haven't even come to the rush to wash their faces yawn and line up.

Among them, a blue-eyed young man stood lazily in the middle of the crowd. He wore a shabby burqa that obscured some of his body's clothing, which somewhat resembled the clothing of an ancient missionary, and even more striking was the many funny dark stains on his body. Of course, no one will laugh at other people's clothes for not being clean, everyone is the same.

The blue-eyed man tore open the hot white-flour steamed buns and the sacredness of the meat filling from the cow paper bag. The bun was not much smaller than his face, and after he took a bite, the fragrance flowed out along with the gravy.

The blue-eyed man didn't pay attention to the expressions of the people around him at all, and continued to eat the buns, from time to time to suck off the juice that flowed to his fingers, and looked extremely fragrant. But his eyes were always on the empty ring, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something. After a long time, I finished eating steamed buns and steamed buns. Stood up and walked towards the ring.