When it was daybreak, no one climbed up to the city again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIt seems that Wang Chen is the last.

Several of the Iron Mask men asked the teenagers in the arena to sit in seven columns and began to announce the content of the second competition.

"There are a total of one hundred and forty-seven young heroes entering the second competition this time, and from today onwards, you will be divided into seven war zones and face off in twos and twos. Each person has a competition every day, the winner stays, and the loser is escorted down the mountain by us. Only the last winner from each district will be able to enter the final competition. As long as you enter the final round of the competition, whether you win or lose, we will give you a generous reward according to the agreement. Please work hard. After the leader of the Iron Mask finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the rest of the Iron Mask walked off the line and handed out a small wooden sign to the teenagers one by one.

Wang Chen got his own, and when he looked at it, it said "Ding District Fourteen".

"That's right. To add, we offer weapons for the game. But you are responsible for eating, drinking, sheltering, and traveling. The houses in the city are all owned by owners, so I hope you don't enter them casually, but there are many open spaces at the southernmost end of the Hanging City. A hundred meters further up there is a forest. The game will be held every day from midnight to midday, so please don't leave the city too far so as not to miss the game. Late arrival of a pillar of incense at the time, as a waiver. The opponents of the match will be determined by drawing lots, and you will be notified half an hour before each match. The first game will be played in one hour, so please leave first. The Man in the Iron Mask hugged his fists at everyone, and gestured to the door with his right hand to see off the guests.

As soon as Wang Chen went out, he walked to the south of the city, and it didn't take long for him to reach the end.

The promised open space was just a suspended platform built by many large wooden nailed to the stone wall and built with many planks on it. Accommodating one or two hundred people is no problem. But lying on it is a cliff behind you, and it is cold behind you when you sleep. And on such a plank, you can't even make a fire.

Wang Chen scolded those iron-masked people in his heart for engaging in a martial arts competition, as for slamming the door like this?

He made up his mind to rest here first, and when today's game was over, he would climb to the top of the cliff to find a place to stay. Thinking about it, he approached the cliff to find a place to sit down. But after being tired all night and not getting a drop of water, this relaxation soon made the stomach scream. He held his stomach down and swallowed hard.

"Hey, do you eat steamed buns?" A gentle voice suddenly sounded next to him, and then a fragrant big steamed bun was handed to Wang Chen.

Wang Chen raised his head in surprise, only to see a stocky young man looking at him with a smile, not far away with his luggage, a large pile of food and water, and a stick that shone with a dark green light.

"Oh, thank you???" Wang Chen subconsciously said thank you and reached out to take the steamed bun.

Sometimes, the beginning of friendship is as simple as that.

As the saying goes, a cannibal has a short mouth. With a lot of food, the two quickly got acquainted.

The boy's name is Yan Hou, a native of the East. Although his father and eldest brother are not a heroic family, they are also good hands in their town, and the Yan family mainly deals in tea and cloth, and the family is quite wealthy. Yan Hou has been a tendon since he was a child, and he has no talent in business, but fortunately, his father has no requirements for him, so he lets him play everywhere. Since the age of eight, Yan Hou has been practicing martial arts with a monk on a mountain next to the town, and has practiced good stick skills.

As for coming to participate in the competition, it was on the orders of his master.

"My master said that if you win, there will be a fun prize. Yan Hou's mouth was full of food, and as he spoke, he happily lay on the wooden stand to find the bird's nest.

"Which district are you?" asked Wang Chen.

"District C 10. Yan Hou seemed to have found something, and turned around to rummage through his large bag of luggage, and pulled out a slingshot. Lie back on the wooden stand.

Looking at the boy who was having fun there, Wang Chen felt that he couldn't continue to talk. He closed his eyes, just trying to recuperate. But he heard a "boom", and two sharp arrows shot on the floor in front of him. Wang Chen opened his eyes suddenly, pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and just wanted to stand up. But he saw that Yan Hou, who was still lying on the wooden support just now to fight birds, was already holding a long stick, protecting him with a serious face, and looking around vigilantly with his eyes.

This kid, so fast. Wang Chen thought to himself. Reaching out and plucking the two arrows, he saw that there were still two notes nailed to them.

"Wang Chen, the fourteenth of the Ding District, fought against Jiang Jie, the twenty-first of the Ding District. ”

"The No. 5 High Mountain in Zone C is Yan Hou against the No. 10 in Zone C. ”

Ah, the long-awaited first battle is finally here. Wang Chen stood up, straightened his clothes, and threw the thick note to him, "Let's go." Yan Hou took the note suspiciously, glanced at it, and became excited.

"Hey, you have to win!" Yan Hou shouted happily, and the whole person shot out like a sharp arrow.

"Good boy. Wang Chen smiled slightly, and also shot out.

There are 21 people in each district, eliminated in twos and twos, and even if you don't draw empty lots, you can enter the finals with only four games. Wang Chen didn't think the first two games were very interesting. The opponents are all decent samurai. If it's an ordinary tournament outside, it might be a little tougher to win. But in this competition, there are no rules at all, no matter whether you live or die, until you win.

Every time they played, they were two deadly attacks, and the opponent immediately messed up. If you want to attack, you have to be afraid that Wang Chen's sword will hurt him, and if you want to defend, the more passive he is, the more fierce Wang Chen's attack becomes, the sword is shaking faster and faster in front of his eyes, and the faster and faster it is, and finally he can't tell from which angle the sword will fly out from. I retreated back and forth, and I was easily knocked out of the field.

The third game was the same again. Wang Chen put away his sword a little bored. Watching the opponent who fell outside being dragged out by the two Iron Mask Men.

He turned and walked off the field. Passing by every ring, you can hear the people in the Iron Mask talking about this competition.

"There are a lot of great guys this time. There are strong guys in every district. One person said, "Tang Qing and Liu Xiaotian in District A, Shen Tiangang in District B, Yan Hou in District C, Xie Kang and Wang Chen in District D ???"

"Don't count, no matter how powerful they are, they won't be the opponent of the god-killing one in the Geng District. Another said, "This time the king must be him." ”

"That's not necessarily, I think those people are very strong. ”

"The Situ family has been a genius for generations, and this kid is even more of a genius among geniuses. I guess, he's probably all in the Qi Transformation Period. ”

"Nonsense!"

"Do you dare to bet with me!"

"Bet on whom, who's afraid of whom!"

??????

Wang Chen walked out of the martial arts arena, and he saw Yan Hou waving to him from afar. Looks like this kid won today. Haha, the master of the gas transformation period, this is interesting.