Chapter Seventy-Three

What kind of bullshit Wangcheng Dabi, Wangcheng Glory? What is that? If it weren't for the irresistible temptation of the Fighting Spirit Pavilion, who would have nothing to do to participate in this so-called bullshit competition?

In the face of the suppression of the nine royal cities, how can we stand out?

The choice of ten quotas sounds good, but who doesn't know that all the geniuses who participated in the Wangcheng competition in the past were almost all wiped out in the end, and after the competition, they didn't even have the courage to raise their heads and be a man.

For losers, there is never such a thing as attention, and there is only contempt!

Once the Fighting Soul Pavilion reward is really canceled, then who else cares about this so-called Wangcheng Dabi? At this moment, even the ten people who have already been preliminarily selected are frowning, what is this?

"What are you doing? So, it's a fart!"

Wei Hao frowned, almost flipped the table in anger, but finally suppressed this anger.

"Is it canceled? So there's nothing to look forward to. ”

Zheng Tao shook his head, at this time, even he had the idea of retreating, this time the Wangcheng Dabi family was unanimously opposed, and now it seems that even this city lord's mansion doesn't care much, in this case, what is it like? It's just a waste of time.

"It's boring. ”

Zuo Linglong was also disinterested, holding the same idea, because she was originally heading for the Fighting Spirit Pavilion.

As for Mo Cheng, this guy doesn't matter, he is originally a martial idiot, and this time he participated in the Wangcheng Competition to compete with the other nine Wangcheng geniuses, as for the Fighting Soul Pavilion, to be honest, he is really not interested.

This guy only loves to fight!

"Wangcheng Dabi, I'm really looking forward to it more and more! I'm going to blow them in the head with punch after punch!"

Dabi hasn't arrived yet, but this guy can't wait to get his blood boiling.

The people around him are full of black lines, even the Mo family's own brother has black lines on his forehead, this guy is really a battle maniac and can't bear it.

As for Zhong Li, she was not very interested from beginning to end, she held her chin with her hands, frowned, and didn't know what she was thinking.

Not far away, the young man in cloth always pays attention to this movement, the girl is not very old, but she seems to have something on her mind, sometimes holding her cheeks, sometimes sighing.

At this time, even he himself was very puzzled, the girl in front of him did not have a shocking face, nor did she have a talent against the sky, but she just attracted him.

"Ge Long, Ge Xiao Ancestor, please wake up quickly, I have inquired about that girl, her talent is average, although this Zhong family was barely a first-class family, but now it has declined, even if you like it, just play it, but don't come nonsense, the Ge family will not agree." ”

The young man on the side spoke, his head as big as a bucket.

"What's her name?"

The boy spoke.

"Zhong Li. ”

"Good name. ”

The young man smiled slightly, and the young man on the side pouted? This little ancestor has always played cards according to common sense, and not long after he came back, he did not return to the family to ask for peace, but stayed here to participate in this boring banquet, such a shabby place, it is really a loss of identity.

"Maybe she will become the future young grandmother of the Ge family. ”

The boy spoke suddenly, and there was a sound of wine glasses falling and shattering on the side.

"Ancestor, are you playing really?"

At this time, the main hall had become a pot of porridge, and at this time, a young man clenched his fists and said, "The Fighting Spirit Pavilion has always been an indispensable part of the Wangcheng Dabi all these years, and now it has been canceled like this, is this a bit too hasty?"

The young man's name is Lu Feng, and he is the young master of the Lu family in Licheng, although this Lu family is only a small third-rate family in Licheng, but there have been a lot of good seedlings over the years, and this Lu Feng is even more talented, only fifteen years old, and his cultivation has already reached the realm of a three-star soul fighting master.

It is one of the popular candidates for this Wangcheng competition!

"Canceled?When did the Young Mansion Master say that he would cancel the Fighting Soul Pavilion reward?"

Facing the commotion below, Li Tian smiled slightly, and an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"What does this mean, young master?"

Lu Feng was puzzled, and there were puzzled glances around him.

"This Wangcheng competition is very important, not to mention that everyone should know, I know that everyone does not have any hope for this Wangcheng competition, but no matter what, the Wangcheng competition is unique to a royal city glory, maybe this is the last Wangcheng competition in Licheng, you can lose, but at least you have to lose decently.

Maybe all of you here are not really here for this glory, but I hope at least not to be too perfunctory, this time I promise as the young lord of Licheng that whoever can enter the top ten can still enter the Fighting Soul Pavilion, but it is not one hour, but three hours! In addition, there is a special reward for the first person to compete in martial arts at the banquet tonight. ”

As these words fell, the hall of the main hall fell completely silent, and immediately after, a burst of gasps erupted.

"Is what the young mansion master said true?"

Lu Feng took a deep breath, thinking that he was having auditory hallucinations, and his whole body was trembling with excitement.

"Young Mansion Master, do you want to think twice about this matter?"

"No problem, since they are all going to enter, there is no difference between one hour and three hours, and I don't want someone to hide their secrets at this time, as I said before, even if you lose this time, you should at least lose a little decently. ”

Li Tian shook his head, the old servant understood, and didn't say much.

"The first person in the Mansion Banquet Fighting Martial Arts can not only enter the Fighting Soul Pavilion, but also get a top-grade Horcrux!"

As these words fell, Li Tian's palm was held in the void, and in an instant, a sharp sword qi gathered from all directions, and there was a simple wrench ring between his thumb and fingers, and a bright light shot out from it, which was tightly held in the palm of his hand.

"This sword is called Huiyue, although it is only a high-grade and inferior Horcrux, but the sword body has given birth to a sword fetus germ, if the opportunity is enough, it may be able to give birth to a real sword fetus, which can be regarded as a semi-growing Horcrux. ”

Rumble!

At this moment, don't say that the younger generation present, even the heads of the major families, were shocked and stood up directly from their seats.

A top-grade Horcrux is already precious, and a Horcrux that gives birth to a sword intent embryo is even rarer!

"Sword intent embryo?"

However, in the midst of everyone's uproar, in front of an inconspicuous table somewhere in the main hall, the cloth-clothed young man raised his head in surprise, but soon shook his head with a chuckle, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Hehe, this young mansion master of Li Cheng is really a big breath, a half-grown horcrux? This kind of horcrux is rare even if it is looked at the sect, it is just an ordinary horcrux that slightly stirs up the rudiments of sword intent, and garbage like this is just some popular goods in the sect. ”

At the side of the cloth-clothed young man, the corners of the young man's mouth were raised, full of mockery, and he communicated in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them.

"The rules are still the same as in the past, everything is arbitrary, if there are any dissatisfaction with the ten points of the pre-selection of this year, they can challenge it at will. ”

When Li Tian's words fell, the main hall was in a slight commotion for a moment, and then he saw a young man take the lead in stepping out.

"Beichen, a three-star soul fighter, challenge Zhong Jia Luochen!"

The young man was dressed in a luxurious aristocratic white robe, his voice was loud and sonorous, and as his words sounded, above his head, three stars were stirring out, and his momentum was very extraordinary!

At this moment, there were a lot of chest-beating people around, damn it, they were one step slower and were preempted.

However, soon, the young man's face sank, and he shouted again: "Beichen, three-star soul fighting master, challenge Zhong Jia Luochen!"

The sound was mixed with the fluctuation of majestic soul power, echoing in the main hall, but when the words fell, no one stepped out for a few breaths.

There was a whisper around him, Zhong Li sighed lightly in his heart, a trace of gloom flashed in his beautiful eyes, and Zhong Xian'er on the side frowned slightly, looking at his sister, thoughtful.

I don't know what's going on, but it looks like something has changed.

"What's going on?"

Zhong Xian'er secretly rumored that Zhong Li shook his head and didn't speak, just a person with his head down and fiddling with the corners of his clothes, his eyes were slightly red.

She didn't know, she really didn't know, she just knew that her heart was very uncomfortable at this time, and her heart seemed to be broken.

"This kid can't fall into the latrine and can't get out, right? Why don't I go and see?"

Liu Sheng was suspicious and said evilly.

After not seeing Luo Chen before, Zhong Li had to make up a lame reason, thinking that he was just angry with himself, but now it seems that he should not come.

"Luo Chen, come out and fight!"

The young man was furious, his face turned completely pale, and he felt the strange eyes around him, and his whole body was trembling with anger.

Are you going to avoid the war again, bastard?

"Huh? What's going on? Why don't you see Na Luo Chen's figure? Could it be that he really thinks he can avoid it without fighting?"

Someone spoke, in a mocking tone.

"Stupid, choosing to avoid the war at this time is the wisest choice, otherwise you will be beaten and your face will be swollen, how can you have the face to continue to sit here and participate in the next banquet?"

"That's right, according to the rules of martial arts, those who avoid and do not fight are counted as automatic abstentions, this Luo Chen is really cunning. ”

It's really good luck that the children of the family disdain, so since then, wouldn't that Beichen boy directly replace the Na Luo Chen quota and become one of the ten choices?

Li Tian frowned slightly, looked at the old slave on the side, and said unhappily: "What's the matter? Why didn't anyone come out to fight?"

"This ...... It seems that people did not come. ”

The old servant spoke, and Li Tian's brows furrowed even more.

"Go and ask what's going on, what the Zhong family is doing!"

The first battle of the banquet was about to fight, and the result was such a big foreign appearance, as the young lord of Licheng, it was strange that his face could be good-looking, the old servant nodded, but at this time, he saw a figure suddenly rushing into the main hall, the young man was dressed in cloth, sweating profusely, and was panting for breath at this time.

"That...... Sorry, I'm lost. ”