Wang Mazi only came back the next morning, his face was full of frustration, needless to say, he must have knelt in the audition.

"Hey, it's really unlucky, so I met a practitioner who was hung up to play, and the hole cards were exhausted, and in the end I made a mistake and failed to turn the game. ”

Wang Mazi is really unwilling, before the game, he also felt that he was very hopeful to go further this year, not because of how much he has grown this year, but because during this time, Chen Mu has also taught him some small skills, and it should not be a problem to beat players of the same level.

It's a pity that Wang Mazi's luck is too bad, and he actually met a very rare half-martial artist in the audition, the so-called half-martial artist, that is, he is only one foot away from the door, and he is basically on the edge of the threshold of a martial artist, that is, he has the talent to become a martial artist, and he is only short of taking the transformation drug at the end.

Such a talented player, it is really not something that a half-tone like Wang Mazi can deal with, if Chen Mu hadn't handed over some tips to him, I'm afraid that he wouldn't even have a chance to resist, and he would be killed in seconds if he went up.

But no matter how unwilling you are, it's useless, the reality is that Wang Mazi has been eliminated, and he can only wait for next year's annual exam, or if he can get a suitable transformation potion and take it in advance to become a martial artist, then he doesn't have to wait for the annual exam, he can directly apply to join the "Liantai Temple", as long as he can pass the assessment.

"Knife, it's up to you now, you must succeed, come on!"

Wang Mazi quickly cleaned up his emotions and cheered for Chen Mu, he thought very clearly, now that Chen Mu hugged the thigh of the Yuantong monk, it was no longer what it used to be.

If you can pass the annual examination and become a trainee monk in the temple, it is estimated that it will not be a problem to become a regular monk, and then Wang Mazi can hug Chen Mu's thigh, and the days after that will be much better.

"Hehe, Brother Chengwang, I will do my best, there must be no problem. ”

Chen Mu said a few polite words, and said hello to Monk Yuantong, saying that he didn't need to send it to Wang Mazi, and went down the mountain alone.

Originally, as Chen Mu's slave laborer, he couldn't go down the mountain alone, and there was no way to pass the checkpoints on the road.

But the Yuantong monk values him very much, and gave his customs clearance brand to Chen Mu, there is only one Yuantong monk in this thing, and it is not a problem to go down the mountain with it, at least it is a treatment with the civilians.

Chen Mu arrived at the valley very smoothly, and most of the crowds yesterday had dispersed, all of which were eliminated by the audition.

According to Wang Mazi, the first stage of the audition is not only one round, but according to the situation of the winner, and one or two more rounds will be added depending on the situation.

In fact, it is to eliminate some more people, almost leaving a team of up to 1,000 people, and enter the second round of assessment, which also includes a guy like Chen Mu who has a referral, so most of the people who can stay from the audition are also a little strong.

But Chen Mu didn't care much, in his opinion, with the combat power of his current two-star early stage martial artists, not to mention beating these competitors, it would be very easy to win, or you have to pay attention, don't look too eye-catching, it's better to keep a low profile.

When I arrived in the valley, my own staff came to ask, and Chen Mu showed the identity plate of the Yuantong monk, as well as the registration plate he received yesterday, even if it was a verification of his identity.

"Let's start when you come, go over there and line up, shout until you will play, pay attention, there is only one chance, and the loser will be eliminated directly. ”

The staff member was a trainee monk, and he had a dead face at a young age, as if everyone owed him a million.

Chen Mu looked forward, and sure enough, there were a bunch of people lining up over there, the area of the valley was not small, and the people in line were also lining up around the competition venue, almost divided into more than a dozen clusters.

The dead face pointed to the farthest one for Chen Mu, and the number of people there was slightly smaller than in other places, and it was estimated that it was too far.

Chen Mu walked over quickly, there was also a staff member over there, he was also a trainee monk, and he was not very old, but this one's service attitude was much better, and he politely verified Chen Mu's identity, and then arranged the order for him to play.

"The swordsman is right, you are lined up here, and when the people in front of you are finished, it will be your turn to play, the rules of the game are that there are no rules, just play casually, remember not to go out of the circle, and the referee is Master Huineng ......"

This person took the trouble to explain the rules to Chen Mu, the so-called no rules, that is, similar to free fighting, whatever you want, and moves such as cutting off your children and grandchildren's feet are not prohibited.

But it's not so tragic, because according to this person, the referee Huineng monk is a master among the two-star martial artists, and with him present, it is basically impossible to make any big mistakes.

This statement is not wrong, after all, most of the people who come to take the annual exam are not martial artists, even if there are a few exceptions, it is at most a one-star entry level, and no matter how exaggerated it is, it is impossible to reach a two-star level.

And in front of the combat power of Monk Huineng , there is no danger at all in this level of competition, he can intervene at any time and control all accidents and dangers within an acceptable range.

Chen Mu didn't expect that there would be such a referee, he didn't ask much about this before, and Wang Mazi and Yuantong didn't have anything to say about the referee, so they probably didn't think it was important.

Come to think of it, these referees basically won't interfere with the normal game process, and they are the backbone of the "Liantai Temple", and ordinary people can't buy it if they want to, so they don't have to worry about shady.

According to Wang Mazi, an old qualified one-star martial artist like the Yuantong monk has a good status in the temple, but compared with those two-star martial artists, it is still far from enough, and there is basically no possibility of selling face.

Chen Mu didn't think much about it, so he honestly lined up below, while observing the battle in the field.

This arena is very simple to enclose an open space, about the size of two basketball courts, and then lay a few layers of gravel, and then cover the soil and compact, it becomes a court, the height is so much higher than the court.

In terms of ornamentation, this is completely incomparable with those professional boxing matches on the earth, but the victory is real and cruel, basically fists to the flesh, you live and die.

At this time, the fight on the field was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man and a muscular hunk man who looked like a humanoid tyrannosaurus.

Purely from the point of view of age, this middle-aged person is afraid that he can be the father of a muscular hunk, and he is afraid that he is thirty or forty years old.

Both sides are wearing short and tight robes, and they are both the most popular bald heads here, but in terms of physical fitness, middle-aged people are obviously at a disadvantage, and they are indeed pressed and beaten by their opponents.