In the early morning, the outer courtyard faces west, a small courtyard with red tiles and blue walls, several camphor trees stretch out from the crown of the red tiles at the corner of the house, the green leaves and red tiles reflect each other, and the fine sunlight shines from the gaps in the canopy, sprinkling sporadically on the ground.

The door of the courtyard has just been opened, the words on the plaque on the door are dragon flying and phoenix dancing, writing the seven big characters of 'martial arts competition registration office', a table is placed in the courtyard, there is a pile of life and death on the table, a seal clay and a pen, a gray-clothed young man sits on a chair of Huang Lingmu, his hands are on the table, his expression is quite bored, as if waiting for something.

Everyone who signs up for a martial arts competition must sign a life and death certificate.

At this time, there was a tremor on the ground, which was faint at first, but gradually became larger, and a rush of footsteps came, and a mountain of meat appeared at the gate of the small courtyard.

It is said that Roshan is actually a fifteen-year-old boy, but this boy is more than two meters tall and extremely strong.

The gray-clothed young man helplessly pressed the table that was beating with the shaking of the ground, he looked at the body running over with an expressionless face, and said, "Liu Chongyue, do you want to demolish this small courtyard so that everyone can't sign up?"

As soon as the tall young man spoke, his voice was like a thunderclap: "Hurry up, let me sign up first." ”

The gray-clothed young man had a headache, so he had to ask this reckless man to quickly sign the paper to sign up, and then press the seal on the life and death certificate, and leave quickly.

Listening to the shaking of the ground getting weaker and weaker, the gray-clothed young man nodded with satisfaction.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, someone came to sign up again, this time there was more than one person, and the small courtyard was lively.

All kinds of teenagers came to the courtyard, some were as blazing as flames, some were as deep as the abyss, and some were as ethereal as the wind......

In addition to most of the teenagers, there are also half of the girls who came to sign up, and the aura of these girls is not weaker than those teenagers, especially a tall fourteen-year-old girl in black, her strength is actually one of the most powerful, and she has the strength to compete for the top three, and her figure and strength are good, which has attracted everyone's attention.

"Chen Xirong, from the Alchemy Building, is a strong contender for the top three in this martial arts competition. Someone whispered, saying the girl's name.

Oh, oh, oh, a burst of footsteps that were not hurried or slow, the footsteps were very rhythmic, and in an instant, the noisy courtyard was quiet because of the footsteps, and some people felt their hearts beat faster, and even their faces were pale.

The girl's face was as usual, and she didn't say a word, but there was a strong fighting intent in her beautiful eyes.

The person who came finally appeared at the gate of the small courtyard, this is a tall young man, very handsome, he is the same age as Chen Xirong, dressed in gray, and the momentum on his body is outgoing, he is the most powerful person in the entire courtyard, one point stronger than Chen Xirong.

He is also recognized as the most likely person to win the first place in the entire martial arts competition, the strongest among the miscellaneous servants, and he is not much better than the students of the outer court.

The young man walked into the small courtyard with a smile, his smile was very sunny, although it seemed peaceful, but the young man was actually very proud, several girls in the yard admired him, except for Chen Xirong, the battle intent in the girl's eyes was always blazing.

Walking to the table, the young man took out a pen and wrote the words Song Changfeng on the paper.

After everything was done, he turned around and smiled at Chen Xirong and said, "I'm waiting for you in the finals." After saying that, she turned around and left, Chen Xirong just didn't say a word from beginning to end.

When Song Changfeng left, the small courtyard fell into whispering again.

In less than half an hour, the people who signed up in the small courtyard had already run out, and the gray-clothed young man sitting on the stool counted the number of people, a total of sixty-three people, and he divided the number of people, among which the two most eye-catching names were Chen Xirong and Song Changfeng, which were placed at the top.

Looking at the two big guys, the young man in gray couldn't help but think, why is there such a big gap between people?

He looked down at himself and sighed softly.

At this time, there was a sound of gentle footsteps at the door of the small courtyard, and the gray-clothed young man looked up and found that the person who came was no more than twelve years old, and his appearance was harmless to humans and animals, he raised his eyebrows, and his tone was very ungentle: "This is the place where the martial arts competition is registered, don't disturb the idle people." ”

The visitor smiled slightly: "That's right, I'm here to sign up." ”

The gray-clothed young man was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the cultivation of the guy in front of him, who was younger than him, had reached the extreme of the fourth realm, and although it seemed very ordinary in the crowd of participants, he was already fully qualified to participate.

After the young man left, he glanced at the piece of paper, on which was written the strange name of Gu Qingci, from the Wendian, and without thinking, he put this life and death certificate at the lowest level.

This stack of papers is arranged in order of strength and weakness in his opinion, among them, Song Changfeng and Chen Xirong are at the top, and Gu Qingci is at the bottom.

After signing up, Gu Qingci began to make some pre-war preparations, the so-called pre-war preparations were to carve a large number of stone, which did not take much time.

He wanted to use the Void Pattern at the Martial Arts Tournament, but he didn't want to use it at the beginning.

If he could, he wanted to be on the most high-profile final stage, when everyone thought he was going to lose, and he fought back, using the means of Void Condensation.

He wants everyone to know what a true tattoo cultivator is, this is a kind of complex of his.

In the afternoon, the match came out, and in the large square of the outer courtyard, a stone monument showed the match, and tomorrow this is the stage for the game.

There were a lot of people surrounded in front of the ancient stone monument, and many people were nervously watching the matchup, for those who are not strong enough, a good matchup situation is crucial, the strength is not enough, luck comes to make up.

Some people rejoice because they have met a weaker opponent, which is the best result, some people are calm or slightly frowning because their opponent is on a par with him and has to go through a hard fight, which is a normal result, and bad luck is not bad, and there are people who are depressed because they have met a strong opponent and their luck is terrible.

Especially the opponents of Song Changfeng and Chen Xirong, these two people don't matter, they just come to see when they play, it's the first game, that's all, as for who the opponent is, I don't care much, as long as it's not the top of the strength, it's okay, even if it is, it's nothing to be afraid of, anyway, sooner or later, it's not bad to kill the first game.

The two unlucky eggs are the opponents of Chen Xirong and Song Changfeng, tears are about to fall, they feel that life is bleak, so many people, why did they choose themselves?

Gu Qingci climbed onto a tree on the edge of the square, hundreds of meters away from the stone monument, this height would not be blocked by those people who surrounded him, Gu Qingci was only twelve years old, those people were two or three years older than him, and many of them were half a head taller than him, or even a head taller.

Standing on the tree, a grain of light lit up on Gu Qingci's eyebrows, his eyes were even clearer and brighter, and the words on the stone tablet a few hundred meters away were suddenly clearly visible, and he found his name in the twentieth battle.

Gu Qingci played against Zhang Qianjun.

Who is Zhang Qianjun, with questions, Gu Qingci looked at the crowd, he knew that there would be an answer here.

Sure enough, a question sounded, and a stout young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes shouted: "Can anyone tell me who Gu Qingci is?" Did this guy come out of nowhere, why have I never seen this guy in the outer courtyard?"

This person's strength is strong, he can rank in the top fifteen among the sixty-four people, Gu Qingci observed that the law of the confrontation is to be strong against weak, and such a confrontation obviously regards him as the weak side.

In the first half year of Gu Qingci's arrival in the outer courtyard, many people knew about his existence, and his image was negative, and in the next three years, he went to the tattoo hall and was completely forgotten.

Oh, and the people from the Formation Hall and the Rune Hall know about him.

Sure enough, someone from the Formation Hall told Zhang Qianjun: "Gu Qing resigned from the Wen Palace. The man glanced around, but didn't see Gu Qingci on the tree in the distance, and said to Zhang Qianjun: "He's not here, he's about twelve years old, and he's ...... Harmless to humans and animals. ”

When the word harmless to humans and animals was spoken, the young man in the Formation Hall remembered Senior Brother Qianfeng who had arrived in the inner courtyard, and Senior Brother Qianfeng's heroic posture riding a pig, and he felt a strong sense of disobedience in his heart.

"Twelve years old, Wendian, hahaha......" Zhang Qianjun suddenly felt that he had picked up a soft persimmon.

"I didn't expect someone from the Tattoo Hall to sign up for the martial arts competition, which is very rare. Someone laughed.

"Anyway, it's the first round out, and the tattoo hall is probably also brushing up its presence. Some people also analyze it this way.

The young man in the Formation Hall opened his mouth, wanting to say not to underestimate Gu Qingci, but after looking at Zhang Qianjun, he thought that Gu Qingci should not be this person's opponent, so he swallowed the words in his mouth back into his stomach.

Standing on the tree, Gu Qingci was calculating, there were a total of sixty-four people, and the elimination system was carried out, and he had to play six games, from sixty-four to thirty-two to sixteen, and then from eight to four, and finally to play the final.

His goal is to reach the finals, as long as he reaches the finals, it doesn't matter if he wins or not, he can't be a student if he wins anyway, and he won't lose if he loses.

Gu Qingci's mentality is very Buddhist.

When Gu Qingci jumped off the tree, he found that the people in front of the stone tablet had dispersed, but there were many people who had not participated in the competition, discussing this martial arts competition, very excited, and arguing fiercely about who would win.

The martial arts competition, which is held every five years, is the most lively event in the outer courtyard, and it can be participated by the whole people, just like ordinary people celebrate the New Year.

Some even set up temporary casinos in front of the stone monuments, predicting the top three winners of martial arts tournaments, as well as guessing the victory of various matchups, attracting many people, including many who were participants.

It is not one person who opens a casino, but a large force.

The dealer is a seemingly honest little fat man.

"Chen Xirong vs. Li Chaoguang, pressing Chen Xirong to win, the odds are 1.01, and the odds of Li Chaoguang winning are 100. ”

Everyone was in an uproar, no one dared to suppress Li Chaoguang, their eyes ignored Chen Xirong and Song Changfeng, and turned to those opponents who were evenly matched or could cause an upset.

"How do you calculate the bet?" Gu Qingci also stood in front of the casino, asking the fat man.

"Spirit Grass Liquid and Spirit Money, other things of the same value can also be used. The fat man replied.

Spirit money is a kind of coin like a copper coin, but it is non-porous, amber-colored, and contains spiritual energy, which is used to open up the cultivators of the four realms before the spiritual sea, and immortal cultivators do not use this kind of thing.

Gu Qingci found his name, and it introduced his information, the cultivator who practiced the "Sunflower Treasure Recipe" and came from the Tattoo Palace, had won the first place in the three halls of the exam, but there was no deeds about Qianfeng.

His odds are very high, the odds of tomorrow's battle are more than ten, if he wins, he can get more than ten times the harvest, if he wins the top three, the odds are directly hundreds.

Gu Qingci decisively took out three bottles of the remaining spirit grass liquid, this kind of thing had little effect on him.

Two bottles of spirit grass hydraulic Gu Qingci won the top three. ”

"Another bottle of pressure Gu Qingci will win tomorrow and tomorrow. ”

The crowd sneered, and many of them said, "Friend, if you don't want the spirit grass liquid, please give it to someone in need, such as me." ”

"What's your name, friend?"

"My name is Gu Qingci. He smiled.