"You say that His Royal Highness Nine has cultivated to geometry now, and what kind of results can the Fu Festival achieve now?"

"I heard that His Highness doesn't seem to have started his cultivation yet, and if this is true, I'm afraid he won't end up in the competition. ”

That's not right. ”

"How?"

"The practice of meditation in Buddhism in the Southern Dynasty is cultivation, and it is also cultivation to draw all the Taoist talismans and enlightenment. It's the prince of Su Tang, even if no one has seen him make a move, in my opinion, at least he should have some true qi. ”

"In the Fu Festival, it's not enough to just have some true qi. Look at the seats, they are all famous young and handsome people in our Su Tang Dynasty. Na Zhuo Buqun and Mu Chengfeng are the most popular candidates for Su Wuling's main this year, and the Martial Dao Quadruple Realm Junior Grandmaster Cultivation is only the ability of the Dao Gate Eight Small Heavy Mountains in the same generation of Tiandu City. It's good that His Royal Highness Nine doesn't end up, at least someone will remember his earth-shattering legend. If he didn't have this self-knowledge, he would not be able to complain to others if he was humiliated in front of the people of Tiandu. ”

“......”

In the spectator seats.

The discussion in his ears was particularly harsh, and the prince of the Southern Dynasty, who was most unaccustomed to being criticized by the little monk behind his back, glared at the man: "How can you speak?"

The young man in a practice uniform replied: "It's just analyzing the situation, what does it have to do with you?"

Li Tianxia rolled up his sleeves and stood up, pointed at the man and said depressedly: "Hey, dare to talk back......!

That man is obviously also young and vigorous, and refuses to admit defeat. With a few brothers beside him, he was not afraid to make a move with Li Tianxia, who was dressed in white.

So when the crown prince pointed at him, he got up stupidly. But before he could stand up straight, he was suddenly stopped by the brother next to him, leaned in his ear and muttered something, and finally glanced at Li Tianxia with a look of jealousy, and sat down again in the room.

"Say what about you, get up!"

"Isn't Fang Cai quite individual, and now it's dead?"

"Why don't you want to?

"Still watching?"

"Tell you, if you don't write a word today, this matter is not over. ”

“......”

Li Tianxia sprinkled and had few opponents.

Chu Nanzhao couldn't bear to watch.

Su Nuannuan, who has been bullied since childhood, dislikes this domineering appearance the most, so she has no choice but to cover her ears.

The old man Huangmei, who felt extremely noisy, glanced at Li Tianxia and said coldly, "Sit down." ”

"Gotcha. ”

Seeing that the prince of the Southern Dynasty who was about to beat someone with a sword lost his temper in an instant, and sat down at the banquet, as quiet as a gentleman.

......

All kinds of things that happened in the spectators, whether they were talking or sprinkling, Su Hanshan naturally couldn't hear it.

There were too many people in the Suwu temple courtyard, and it was too noisy.

He walked to his seat, bowed his hand to the sentencing table, and then lifted his placket and sat cross-legged.

So more than a dozen eyes fell on him at the same time.

From the moment he stepped into the Su Wu Temple, or pushed forward, from the day he entered the Heavenly Capital, these eyes never seemed to be taken away.

Or in the light, or in the dark, or without scruples, or full of curiosity.

Gradually, Su Hanshan has become accustomed to it, and has also learned to look at the nose and nose and the heart, and ignore it. However, among the many eyes that fell on him at this moment, he could feel that two of them were a little different.

He couldn't explain the feeling, he couldn't explain it, but he just felt different.

So he looked up.

The unusual gaze came from a small and plainly dressed young man opposite, he looked at the strange young man, and wondered in his heart, thinking that he had seen it before?

Su Hanshan, who had never forgotten it, thought about it and couldn't remember it, so he had no choice but to nod at the young man.

Seeing Su Hanshan sitting down, the eldest prince Su Xie Yu commanded: "The martial arts fight begins." ”

......

Over the years, the rules of martial arts have never changed.

The scholars recommended by Su Tang from all over the city, including those in Tiandu City who held red name stickers, totaled 200 people. The participating seats are divided into 10 regions, each named after the 10 heavenly stems, with an average of 20 seats per region.

At first, the Sentencing Council defaulted to the 20 scholars in the A-shaped area as the promotion targets, and on the first day of the Fu Festival, they would accept or take the initiative to challenge the scholars of the remaining nine regions as guards.

In the end, the winner of the fight continued to occupy the seat.

Of course, between the defender's naming challenge and accepting the challenge, the rule takes precedence over the latter, so as not to pinch the soft persimmon with wishful thinking.

In order to prevent the martial arts platform from being mixed with personal grievances and-for-tat, the twenty scholars in the A-shaped area are limited to a maximum of nine martial arts fights per person.

In other words, the twenty scholars selected on the first day of the Fu Festival will all have to go through nine martial arts battles and win all of them.

No one is exempt.

......

The voice of the eldest prince drifted away, and someone walked up to the martial arts platform with a knife.

Silence gradually returned to the spectators.

Su Hanshan looked over and saw that it was a young man with a strong physique wearing a tiger skin.

Half of the boy's face and forehead were tattooed with special patterns and symbols, which looked like the mark of a slave.

The boy's name is Aman.

Compared to the complexion of normal people, Aman looks a little dark, which should be the result of living in a sunny and arid place all year round. However, his eyes were unusually bright and bright.

Aman stepped onto the martial arts ring, his body tensed, and the feeling of being watched by thousands of eyes at the same time made him extremely nervous.

Yes, compared to the children of the powerful people from the families here, Aman has no advantage, and his status is even more humble than that of ordinary people.

He is a Kunlun slave, a slave.

Normally, they were treated like animals, but now for the first time, they stand in front of people and are being watched by thousands of people.

To be honest, he was a little uncomfortable with this contrast, and he really wanted to walk down from the martial arts platform to a place that was at least less eye-catching, so that he would be more comfortable.

But he couldn't.

The master spent a lot of effort to get the quota of the Fujie Sect Scholar, naturally it was not so simple for him to go through the scene.

He has a mission. Just like every soldier here who wants to win Su Wuling's bag, he has a mission.

So in countless eyes, Aman began to adjust himself as much as possible. It took about ten breaths, and his state of mind seemed to be much calmer.

He began to look into the distance and landed in the A-shaped area of the contestant's seat.

He stretched out his right hand, pointed to a young man sitting cross-legged in the nail area, and said a word: "You." ”

Aman is not pretending to be cold and profound, nor is he sparing words like gold. He's just like many Kunlun slaves, he's just not very good at talking.

The pronunciation was quite clear, and he memorized a total of three sounds.

You, me, him.

Normally, slaves didn't need to speak. Fortunately, at the Fu Festival meeting, these three pronunciations were enough......

Aman's short pronunciation caused a commotion and exclamation in the Suwu temple.

He didn't name the challenger, but everyone in the wide-eyed audience saw the direction he was pointing.

The man he chose was Yubaijan.

The son of the Hubu Shilang, who is now practicing in the Mending Heaven Sect, is also one of the most vocal candidates for the Su Wuling Lord of this year's Fu Festival.