Three days later, Zhiyun County.

On this day, the flow of people in the county is several times more than usual, which can be described as a sea of people, and people are passing by.

A single carriage or horse can cause serious blockages.

People of all shapes and sizes are scattered in all corners of the streets.

Unlike ordinary people, these people are quite stylish, with a strong physique, a calm breath, and a dragon and tiger walk between walks.

Zhiyun County held a warrior conference today, and at this time, warriors from hundreds of towns and villages gathered in the county.

Among them, there are also big masters in the middle and late stages of the training realm, and they are all ready to show their strength in this competition.

Compete for the top three, and then go to the state capital to see the world.

In the crowd, a young man with chicken legs in his hand and a mouth full of oil walked down the street.

It looks ugly, but with his figure, it looks a little bold.

"Something."

The young man who finished gnawing the chicken leg casually threw the bone to Wangcai on the side of the street.

It was the first time I saw this kind of scene, and I couldn't help but be surprised.

It's just a county town, and so many warriors come to participate in the most basic martial arts conference.

When it comes to the state capital and provincial level, it is even more unimaginable.

Maybe it's similar to the Blue Star's Proud Games.

The further you go down East Street, the more wide it feels, but the flow of people is too large, and no matter how wide it is, it is useless.

The young man squeezed in the crowd for an unknown amount of time, and finally reached the end of East Street.

There are no more shops and vendors, and there is only an arena-like place in sight.

In the center of the arena is a huge circular ring with a diameter of up to 10 zhang, which can be used by the contestants to play to their heart's content.

It is surrounded by a stepped viewing platform, an area for warriors, contestants, and spectators from all over the world to rest.

At the gate of the arena, the young man saw the three men he met a few days ago.

At this time, he was holding a boulder with both hands to test his strength.

Those who can lift thousands of pounds can enter for free, and if they can't lift it, they have to buy tickets to the side.

The ticket price is not cheap, one costs five dollars of silver, and the entire venue can hold as many as 20,000 people.

"You, lift it up." A burly soldier said to the youth.

The weight of a thousand catties is just that an ordinary martial artist can lift it, and Zhong Yuanxiu is naturally not a problem.

Lifted it easily and got the right to watch the game for free.

After entering, the front row of the stairs was already full, and only the middle and back seats remained.

The young man found the closest stone steps to the ring and sat down.

There were more than 200 participating warriors in the venue, each of whom was tall and tall.

There are actually few who are shorter than Zhong Yuanxiu, and all of them are eight feet tall.

"I'm at average height." The young man smiled.

The participating warriors all go to the registration table under the ring to take their names.

The number plates had already been distributed to the warriors the day before.

If you do not go to the roll call, the number plate will be lost, and it will be regarded as automatic disqualification.

The process before the start of the game lasted for half an hour, from the roll call to the speech of the county honor, and the content of what was said was no different from previous years.

"The joust begins!" Bai Xian Ling finished his speech and announced the official start of the competition.

"Martial artists who read the number, please take the initiative to come to the stage, more than ten breaths will be regarded as giving up!" On the stage, a middle-aged man dressed in black and wearing a silver hair crown said loudly, his voice full of power.

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he nodded to the gray-clothed man in the audience.

I saw the man in gray reaching out and grabbing two number plates in the wooden box at random.

He shouted loudly: "Sixty-four against one hundred and nine!" ”

After hearing this, the middle-aged man shouted on the stage repeatedly.

Within three breaths, two contestants came down from the viewing platform and jumped into the ring.

"In the competition, it is forbidden to use poisons and hidden weapons, and you cannot hurt people after the opponent admits defeat.

On the contrary, before admitting defeat, life and death have their own destiny!

If there is any violation of the above matters, it will be severely punished! The joust begins! ”

With that, the man in black retreated to the edge of the ring.

"Please!" Number 64 said with his fists clenched.

"Please!" One Hundred and Nine also clenched his fists.

After the two sides saluted, they each took out their weapons, all of which were long knives.

The two of them kept their eyes on each other, moving slowly under their feet, trying to find each other's flaws.

Sixty-four suddenly stood still, rushed forward with one step, and slashed through with all his might.

And No. 109 saw that it was fierce, and he didn't take it hard, dodged the blow, and then swept out.

No. 64 did not panic, and resisted with a horizontal knife sideways, easily took it, and then picked it up with another knife.

A storm of slashing followed, and the One Hundred and Nine immediately fell into passive struggle.

In the end, he was kicked to the ground with a kick, and before he could react, his throat was cut off with a knife.

Blood gushed from the breach of contestant number one hundred and nine, and he clutched his neck with both hands and struggled to death, and after a while he lost his breath.

Two soldiers came to the stage and put the deceased on a stretcher and brought him down.

"Sixty-four wins!" The middle-aged man in black said loudly.

The gray-robed man in the audience received the number and put the number 64 into the white wooden box, and the number 109 into the black wooden box.

Number 64 greeted the referee on the stage with a fist, and then jumped out of the ring.

Someone died in the first competition, which made some of the participants retreat.

And the surrounding audience is shouting loudly, cheering for the victor, and no one cares about the person who died tragically.

After experiencing the robbery incident a few days ago, Zhong Yuanxiu has a certain resistance to such things as dead people.

I no longer vomit and be scared, but I can't help but feel a sense of desolation in my heart.

"Seventeen vs. Twenty-three!" The joust continued.

The warriors who came to the stage, one holding a sword, the other holding a sword, and the swords collided to emit a little spark.

The strength of the two of them is very terrifying, and they don't know what the material of the sword is made of, so there is no gap.

There is no fancy in the competition between martial artists, and every move and style is aimed at the key point.

Life seems to dance between swords and swords.

The competition was carried out with a cup of tea, and the two of them were indistinguishable from each other, and their clothes were soaked with sweat.

Just as he was exhausted, the knife-wielding man suddenly smiled evilly.

The hands holding the hilt of the knife slowly twisted, and suddenly they burst into action.

The man with the sword sensed the danger, but the opponent's speed was too fast, which made him unable to dodge, so he could only resist.

While! The ending was like a dragon chapter, and he was slashed out by this knife, and he was directly smashed under the ring and fainted.

The twenty-third man with the knife used the same trick that the dragon owl used to deal with the dragon chapter - three stacked waves.

"?" The young man was shocked, should this power be so outrageous.

It was hard to distinguish just now, and now it's solved in a second?

"Twenty-three wins!" The number of the second victory was announced.

Not only Zhong Yuanxiu, but most of the people present were very surprised.

Of course, this is in addition to the county dignitaries and the high-ranking officials present.

"Eighty-eight vs. six!" The third contest begins.

Within one day, the top 100 need to be decided, and the competition will not be concluded until the unitary.

Hundreds of games have made a fledgling like Zhong Yuanxiu gain a lot of knowledge.

Among them, there are various pictures such as lore, admitting defeat, defeat, etc., which are wonderful.

"I'm still a rookie, I have to keep a low profile." The young man who had not mastered a martial art thought silently in his heart.

The end of the game indicates that the list of the top 100 promotions has come out, and it also indicates that Zhong Yuanxiu should go home.

The sunset was accompanied by the night wind, and the night wind accompanied Zhong Yuanxiu, galloping back to the village.

Along the way, the young man's brain kept reverberating with his fantasy BGM.

It was as if he saw himself standing on the top of a high mountain with a gun.

He has a cold and arrogant face, wears gold armor, and his whole body shows his domineering incomparable!

The heroes are under the mountain, and the young people dare not get close, and he is the only one who enjoys the loneliness of the strong at the peak!

Baby~

Perhaps it was the night breeze that sensed the young man's unrealistic fantasies, and suddenly hissed.

The illusion was shattered, and the youth was pulled back to God.

Watching the sun set in the sky, he showed a wry smile.

It's a long way to go.

Cultivating martial arts is by no means a day's work, and Zhong Yuanxiu's next road will only become more difficult and dangerous.

Concentrate:

The next four chapters are 10,000 words, almost in terms of describing martial arts, and they are written in more detail, so I hope readers will be patient.

Tomorrow should be a one-time update of this story, just take a cursory look (I say rough, you are rough?) ）。

Without further ado, the next step is to the part of my water word count, what? I'm just counting the words in front of me? No, no, it seems to be true! (｡ ･ω･｡ )ﾉ♡