On the outskirts of the town, inside the Lin family's wooden house.

Lin Xiaotian went to the mountain to chop firewood and had not returned, and Lin Xuan, who was sitting alone in a chair, was smoking a dry cigarette with a sad face.

"It seems that if you want others to change their opinion of this stinky boy, you have to start with your personality."

Spit out a cyan smoke ring, Lin Xuan looked back on Lin Xiaotian's performance on a blind date in the past half month, as well as the disgusted expressions of other people's daughters when they looked at him, and sighed helplessly.

If the jade is not cut, this kid will definitely fight a bachelor in this life.

"Bell......, good news! Good news......"

At this moment, there was a melodious sound of gongs in the distance, and he put down his pipe and listened carefully, and heard the news from the mouth of the newspaper horn.

"Huh? Is it the castle tower? ”

The thick eyebrows were raised, Lin Xuan suddenly thought of something, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

The way the castle tower recruits disciples is not to inject vitality into the Yuan Stone for assessment like other Genki Courtyards, but to focus on actual combat, and to select the best in the form of a competition in the ring.

This is known to everyone in Luoyun China.

"If you want to change this stinky boy, this may be a good opportunity."

He rubbed his chin for a moment's thought, then nodded his head and made a decision.

In any case, that stinky boy must be allowed to participate in this competition, and only by fighting can a man's will be sharpened and the problem solved from the root.

……

The hour came to noon.

The sun at noon is the hottest, and the sun is oily.

In the scorching sun, Lin Xiaotian, who had returned from the back mountain, returned to the courtyard of his cabin with a large bundle of dry firewood that was extremely thick on his back, sweating profusely.

"Hoo ......"

Throwing the firewood on his back, the boy sat down on the ground with his buttocks, and kept lifting his collar with his hand to dispel the hot sweat on his body.

The fat body is not useless, at least a few dozen catties of firewood on the ground can't be much of a burden for him.

Mainly tired in the process of walking, he himself has more than two hundred and thirty pounds, plus the firewood on his back, which is equivalent to the weight of his legs to bear nearly three hundred pounds.

He who has only cultivated to the Primordial Yuan Realm, and he can't do it to the point where he can replenish his physical strength with the help of the Yuan Qi in his body.

"Come back very quickly, get up, and go to the square in the center of town with Daddy."

Hearing the sound of dry firewood falling to the ground in the courtyard, Lin Xuan put away his pipe and came out of the wooden house, and said to Lin Xiaotian, who was resting.

"Uh...... Dad, it's not an important day, what are you doing there?"

"Besides, the sun is shining now, so let's go when it's cooler."

Raising his sleeves and wiping the sweat from his cheeks, Lin Xiaotian pursed his mouth, obviously not wanting to go out again against the heat.

"Don't talk nonsense, the castle tower has come to the town to recruit disciples, hurry up, I'll take you to sign up for the competition."

Glancing at Lin Xiaotian, Lin Xuan was a little impatient.

This kid has been getting more and more able to raise the bar recently, and he used to follow obediently, never saying more than half a word.

"The castle tower? The top super-first-class Genki Institute in our country!? ”

Lin Xiaotian's mouth opened wide in disbelief, but he quickly thought of the second half of his father's sentence, and immediately the corners of his mouth twitched: "Dad, aren't you kidding, with my strength, aren't you beaten in vain?" ”

The way the castle tower recruits disciples is well known, which means that the competition site is sure to be full of masters.

I went to the competition as a nobody from the Chu Yuan Realm, what else could I do on stage except to be beaten?

Perform chest crushing boulders?

"Don't talk nonsense, even if you are beaten, you have to give it to Lao Tzu! Think back to these blind dates, how many daughters say you look spineless? ”

"Besides, this martial arts test, all the young people in the town have gone, if you don't go on stage, won't people laugh at you even more?"

As he spoke, Lin Xuan strode towards Lin Xiaotian.

"But what ......, Dad, you have to think twice, if I lose the battle, won't you be very shameless? When the time comes......"

"Ouch, don't do it, Dad, I'll get up."

Lin Xiaotian, who was at the end of his rope, tried to make the last struggle, but before he finished speaking, Lin Xuan grabbed his ears and raised his teeth with grins.

"If you lose, you don't lose your ambition, and if you lose, it's better than not daring to fight, go!"

After mentioning Lin Xiaotian, Lin Xuan kicked his big buttocks, kicking the young man and staggering a few steps forward.

"Well...... what's going on?"

Touching his hot ears with one hand and rubbing his aching buttocks with the other, Lin Xiaotian's face was bitter, so he had to drive the ducks to the shelves and walk in front of his father.

……

The central square of Qingyun Town is an amphitheater with a diameter of ten zhang, surrounded by dozens of rows of stone steps, which are usually open when major festivals are held in the town.

At this moment, thousands of people had gathered in the wide square, almost half the number of the town's residents.

When the Lin family father and son arrived, the circular square was already full and very lively.

A group of women who talk about other people's children while eating melon seeds, hawkers who are interspersed with a sea of people shouting and drinking peanut shochu, and many uncles and aunts who hold watermelons and spit a few mouthfuls of black seeds on the ground from time to time.

It's like a group of people eating melons.

Of course, the most are the young people who come to sign up for the martial arts test, and the middle-aged men and women who cheer for their children, and the scene is as noisy as a festival.

The competition conditions for recruiting disciples in the castle tower are very relaxed, and all young people under the age of 16 can apply, including those who have been previously admitted to other Genki-in institutes.

Since the new disciples were all free people before they went to report to the Genki-in, they didn't offend the worries of the other Genki-in.

Therefore, the number of participants in the competition is quite large, and in order to save time, the law enforcers of the town have arranged four temporary wooden rings in the center of the circular square to conduct multiple competitions at the same time.

At this moment, in every ring, the enthusiastic teenagers and girls come and go, their fists and feet are wrong, and the battle is quite fierce.

The decision to win or lose is simple.

Take the initiative to admit defeat, or be knocked out of the ring, or lose combat effectiveness, all of them are defeats.

The loser is eliminated, and the winner advances to the next round.

And in an attic five feet away from the ring, there sat a famous old man dressed in gorgeous clothes.

The old man was calm and relaxed, sitting like an ancient pine, with a powerful aura surging around his body, obviously a master of extraordinary strength.

Several small town law enforcers in the deputy seat next to him sneered from time to time to introduce the outstanding young talents in the town to the old man, naturally hoping that the old man could recruit a few more young people as disciples to enter the cabinet.