Return to the goose downstairs.

Tens of thousands of people looked at the rooftop, they were all admirers who did not want to miss this feast, and most of them came from afar. There are also a few unwilling people, whose strength is not enough, and they will die if they go upstairs, and their foresight is greater than their speculative heart.

On the contrary, the people of Nanjiang City were numb to this scene, although it was once in ten years, and after watching it a few times, it was not interesting.

Above the tenth floor of the Yan Tower.

The empty lobby is large enough for two or three hundred people. There is a red rope on the roof of the building from top to bottom, and there are ten wooden cards hanging on the tail of the rope, which are written from one to ten numbers, and the competitors have one card per person, and enter with the card.

Win cards by strength. In previous years there were a hundred, but this year there are only ten. The roof of the building was windy, and the wooden signs swayed in the wind, and they collided with each other to make a crisp sound.

At the front of the lobby, there were seven people in black robes, and the oldest one in the middle, starting with him, and three people on each side. They sat intently, leaned expressionlessly, or absentmindedly in a daze. The affairs in the lobby have nothing to do with them, they only care about the final ownership of the ten wooden cards.

They are the seven elders of the Senju Gate.

The "Purgatory Hand" gets a piece first, which is the number two. The person who had just stepped on a dart upstairs wanted to fight with him, and he was directly burned to ashes! Everyone present was in an uproar, and even the well-informed elders could not help but take a second look at it, and secretly sighed at the young man's future attainments.

And those who were thrown down from the upper floors were all from the hands of one person in iron clothes! But any opponent who came within five meters of him would be lifted high by him and thrown out mercilessly! He casually pulled a red rope in his hand to get a wooden card, which was No. 4, he clenched the wooden card tightly and laughed wildly, "No. 4? Is this the will of heaven? It seems that I have no chance with No. 1!" With that, he stood aside and watched the other opponents.

Ouyang Lie won the sixth.

The wooden sign swayed in the wind, but no one dared to pick it up again. Because the end is clear.

In the face of absolute strength, no one dares to fight with this kind of people, they only hope that a weaker person will appear, so that they still have a chance. Their eyes were on the top of the stairs, their only hope.

They are looking forward to a fight against weaker opponents. If, when the wooden cards are removed, they can only grab the wooden cards in the hands of the person who won them, then it is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

When the little palace master walked up, this only hope was instantly shattered.

The little palace master didn't look at anyone, and walked straight towards the red rope, her hand brushed over the remaining wooden cards one by one, and finally picked a red rope and cut it, "Hehe, is the number one still left to me?" From beginning to end, she was like entering a no-man's land, under the attention of everyone, the atmosphere was calm, and she did not lose the demeanor of the Five Peerless Palaces! She carried the red rope with her hand, and the wooden card on the red rope was shaky, even so, she did not dare to come forward to her to ask for this No. 1 card.

"Everyone, I'm on!" I saw a person in the crowd turn over, stand next to the remaining wooden sign, and be about to pick it up. This person is carrying a long sword, his long hair is fluttering, and he is dressed in a Taoist robe as if he is a Taoist saint!

The balance that had been so hard to maintain was broken again! Where did the strangers come from? Why did they grab the wooden cards before them? The crowd rushed forward to tear the preemptive man apart!

I saw that the long sword behind the man's back unsheathed itself, and a sword shadow slashed by! Everyone fell backwards like a leek! And the whole process, the man's body did not move!

The Great Elder twisted his white beard, "The Huashan Sect's 'Imperial Sword Technique' really lives up to its reputation. Unexpectedly, after so many years, the Huashan faction has produced talents, just like the purgatory gate. ”

The Great Elder didn't comment on the Little Palace Master or the "Purgatory Hand", but this disciple of the Huashan Sect was able to get his praise, which was definitely a supreme honor.

Chen Yihe, who was about to take the last step to finish the steps, was almost hit by the people who were falling towards him in front of him, but fortunately, he was quick and jumped up and climbed the beam. However, his behavior was rude, and he pointed his crotch at the seven elders. Underneath his crotch were the people who had just been knocked down by a sword.

The man with the long sword on his back took off a wooden card, clasped his fist at everyone, and then stood silently aside, and the eyes he attracted were now all diverted by Chen Yihe.

The Seventh Elder got up from his seat on the far right, walked to the center of the hall, counted the number of wooden signs, and announced to the people, "One, two, four, six, seven, have been obtained." The remaining three, five, eight, nine, ten, five pieces. Please make a decision as soon as possible. As soon as he finished speaking, he returned to his seat.

The Dragon King and Dongfang Xing also came up. The dragon king, like the little palace master, went straight to the wooden plaque, picked up a wooden plaque, he deliberately exposed the left half of his chest, and the giant dragon with teeth and claws was displayed in front of everyone's eyes, this is the symbol of his identity! Descendant of the Dragon Family! Descendant of the Green Dragon Sword.

The Dragon King of Tiger Mountain, who dares to provoke?

The dragon king held up the wooden sign and said only one word, loud and clear, "Number three." ”

Just then, a heavy man came up. I don't know whose sentence of "prince" instantly detonated the audience, and the superstar appeared on the stage?

Everyone's hatred for the Great Zhou Dynasty is almost to the extreme, if it weren't for the intervention of the imperial court this time, there are far more people standing in the lobby on the tenth floor of Guiyan Tower now. But most of them suffered the loss of Jinyiwei, but they still stood here strongly.

Unlike the usual popularity, today Zhou Kai was alone, he walked up alone, and there were no followers and bodyguards behind him. Maybe he also realized that at the critical moment, the identity of the prince was not enough, and he needed to prove himself with his strength.

He walked happily, and when he walked past Dongfang Xing, he didn't forget to flatter her.

There was another sound of footsteps, and the person who followed Zhou Kai upstairs, Chen Yihe will never forget it for the rest of his life! It turned out to be Xiao Xiaoyu, and after three or four months, he saw this demon again!?

Xiao Xiaoyu followed behind Zhou Kai and also walked towards the wooden sign. At first, she didn't notice Chen Yihe on the beam.

Everyone was indignant, and stepped forward to surround Zhou Kai and Xiao Xiaoyu, "Others can take wooden cards, but you can't." "Go to Guiyan Tower, do you care if you are a prince or not?

"Huh. If it weren't for the strength of our West Factory, the competitors in the lobby would be at least ten times more than now, do you still have hope?" Zhou Kai smiled coldly, not afraid at all.

Xiao Xiaoyu stood beside Zhou Kai, obviously meaning to advance and retreat together.

Chen Yihe laughed in his heart, "It seems that there is really a good show to watch today!" He was also planning to take advantage of the chaos to steal a wooden card.

"Hahaha, today is really a gathering of talents! Two royal descendants, please give the old decay three points of thin noodles!" Suddenly, a sentence came from the sky, overflowing in the Guiyan Building, although the voice was old, but full of momentum, mixed into powerful!!

"Thousands of miles of voice?" The seven elders stood up together, they walked to the side, and looked out of the building, the wind outside the building was light, but the person who spoke couldn't find it.

Not only the seven elders, but everyone present was looking, where was the person who spoke? They were afraid, afraid that such a strong man would suddenly come forward and slap them to death with one palm......

Chen Yihe was so frightened that he fell from the beams of the house, and he felt that the sound just now came from the eaves of the roof behind him...... How long will this medal-winning show be staged?