Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Martial Arts Begins

In front of the Yanwutang, the woman next to a pile of old antiques is very beautiful, very beautiful.

Her beauty is difficult to describe in words, as if I saw a face inadvertently, which made people's hearts flutter and yearn deeply, and it attracted attention for a while, which can make people turn back and turn back, and even can't take their eyes off.

She feels like snow, and she is dressed in white, like snow, a hot summer day, cold and refreshing snow, and flawless snow.

At a glance, you can penetrate the heart and feel relaxed.

Diao Tian's eyes kept moving with her, in fact, the eyes of the thousands of disciples on the field were moving with her, until she stood still, until she felt the blazing gazes of countless people, which made her frown slightly.

This frown, thousands of people on the field bowed their heads at the same time, as if looking at her, making her unhappy, it was a kind of blasphemy, and there was an atmosphere of shame in the martial arts arena.

The only one who didn't bow his head was Diao Tian, his eyes were like flames, and his hot gaze seemed to burn the woman's fair face.

The demon world is moral, and it is shameful to practice incivility, and this kind of behavior of eating fruits and staring at others is called "Dengtu Langzi", which is shameful. But Diao Tian is a freak, he has watched too many performance art films, his face may have reached the realm of "washing his skin", plus he practices Buddhism, his heart is empty, and morality is difficult to restrain his spirit, the so-called look at it, see you are giving you face, so how can Diao Tian be embarrassed?

Feeling Diao Tian's gaze, the woman's brows furrowed even deeper, and she turned her face away in disgust, she couldn't resist Diao Tian's eyes, but she couldn't have a seizure, so she could only turn her face away.

"Tsk, the side face is so perfect. Diao Tian stared at him and muttered to himself.

"Today's ......" The head of the Ling Tian Sect spoke, and there was a majesty that spread out, which made people shocked, and their hearts were immediately attracted by him, and they all looked at him with a sigh: "My Ling Tian Sect's triennial martial arts exercise ......"

"Senior Brother Lu, who is that woman?" Diao Tian didn't have the heart to listen to the opening remarks of the master, so he pulled Lu Lao Er and asked in a low voice.

Lu Lao Er shook his head: "I don't know about it, I haven't seen it." ”

"Isn't it from our Ling Tian faction?" Diao Tian was surprised, Lu Lao Er has been in the Ling Tian faction for decades, and everyone who should have seen him must have seen it, there is no reason not to know this woman, it may not be a person from the Ling Tian faction, it's just that he can stand with the head elder, he is definitely not a simple person.

Lu Lao Er said: "She should only be twenty years old, and if she can stand with the head and elders, she will definitely not be an outstanding talent of other sects, I guess, she may be the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty." ”

"Great Zhou Dynasty!" Li Xie gasped, shocked.

In the past two months, in addition to reading the "Minutes of the Ling Tian Sect", he also read a lot of information from the "Strange Stories of the World", and knew that the demon world where he was located, the most powerful power was not a cultivator sect, but a dynasty and an empire, and the Ling Tian faction where Li Xie was located was within the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it belonged to one of the four cultivator sects that belonged to the vassal Great Zhou Dynasty, and the strength of the Great Zhou Dynasty could destroy the Ling Tian Sect several times without the royal family's action.

Therefore, the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, when she came to the Ling Tian faction, she was a senior one, this woman was young, but she could be compared with the head and elder of the Ling Tian faction, and it was indeed very likely that she was the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Senior brother, listen, the head is introducing the woman. ”

Diao Tian came to the spirit, while admiring the woman's beauty, he hung his ears and listened to the introduction of the master: "This is the small county lord of the Tianwang Mansion of the Great Zhou Dynasty, this time I came to my Ling Tian faction, in addition to discussing important matters, there is also a purpose, that is, to see the young talents of our Ling Tian faction, and select the best talents to enter the Tianwang Mansion for further study, you must not miss this opportunity and perform well." ”

"Obey the Lord's Decree. ”

The head nodded and shouted: "The martial arts show begins!"

"Twenty-one disciples come with me. ”

"Twenty-two generations of disciples come with me. ”

"Twenty-three generations ......"

"Thirty generations ......"

Diao Tian said goodbye to Lu Lao Er and the others, and walked down the mountain with the person who shouted, the person who shouted was an old man, and each generation of martial arts was presided over by at least one deacon, although this old man Diao Tian did not know, but he should have a good status in the Ling Tian faction.

"It's a pity, I don't know what the little county lord of Ludao is called. Diao Tian walked and turned back, reluctantly looking at the little county lord a few more times.

This is pure appreciation, attachment to beautiful things, not to mention liking, or rather, not worthy of liking.

Without strength, Diao Tianzhi said that he could only take a few more looks, could it be that there would be a bloody plot where the county lord fell in love with a small farmer?

The martial arts arena of the thirty generations of disciples was halfway up the mountain, and it was the lowest terrain martial arts arena, and the number of participants was two hundred and seventy-one people, that is, the number of all the thirty generations of disciples recruited by the Ling Tian Sect in various places this year.

The old man who shouted to follow stood in front of the disciples, and said loudly: "This seat is the deacon of the martial arts hall, adding thirty generations of disciples to perform martial arts supervision, the sect performs martial arts, regardless of life and death, the means are not limited, each depends on the ability, each depends on the chance, the victory or defeat is subject to one party admitting defeat or fainting to death, the top three will be rewarded by the sect, cultivate all the way, there are thousands of difficulties and dangers, you take advantage of the opportunity." ”

"Now, each step forward to draw the number, draw the number one, come forward to select the opponent, the winner enters the next round, the loser is eliminated, and the one with the lowest number takes over and picks the opponent, and so on. If you want to give up this exercise, you should stand there. ”

Everyone acted immediately and went to get the number, but only one person gave up the martial arts, and this person was naturally Diao Tian.

In fact, the martial arts of the thirty generations of disciples is the best opportunity to ascend to the top, everyone has only been here for three months, and they will think that the difference between the outer disciples and the inner disciples will not be too big, and the outer disciples are all climbing the ladder, they are relatively older, and their physical strength is relatively better, in fact, they have a great chance of winning.

So no one wants to give up this great opportunity, except Diao.

"Okay! ”

As soon as the deacon of Yanwu gave the order, some people began to go up to fight, and the person who drew the number one could choose any opponent except the person who gave up, that is, he could choose the weakest person to become his stepping stone.

This is an unfair way of fighting, there is a lot of luck, but this martial arts, life and death, the means are not limited, and naturally there is no need for fairness, and even some sect masters give their disciples what treasures, let them kill all directions, cultivation is cruel, sect struggle is also cruel, Ling Tian's martial arts performance is to tell all disciples that there is no fairness in this world, and only by exhausting all means can we achieve something on the way to cultivation.

Diao Tian sat on the sidelines, watching others compete boringly, anyway, it has nothing to do with him, what interest can he have? It's just that the martial arts performance has to be completed in one day, no matter whether the physical strength can support it or not, and whether it is injured or not, it must be finished today, and there is not much time to rest. It's cruel to the people who fight it.

Round after round of martial arts, Diao Tian was stunned, he already knew the strength of the thirty generations of disciples of the Dao, it was really bad enough, but in just three months, what kind of door could he practice?

The most powerful people, in Diao Tian's estimation, are about two stars, and they have a thousand catties of strength, and they have no combat skills or spiritual weapons, and when they fight, they are simply children in Diao Tian's eyes.

It can be said with certainty that Diao Tian has a thousand catties of strength, and with a skin that has a defense of 1,500 strength, he can definitely easily sweep away these thirty generations of disciples.

Don't forget, Diao Tian used to be a master, but he lost his spiritual power after breaking his skills, but his reactions, body strains, and even his moves are not comparable to these little kids.

"Huh......" Diao Tian suddenly stood up, his eyes straight.