Looking at the peanuts between Mo Wenyu's fingers, both Tuchen and Mo Erha opened their mouths in surprise.

After being stunned for a moment, Mo Erha picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured out the wine in it, shook it left and right for a long time, and found that the peanuts were indeed no longer among them: "I'm dripping God, it's really fake!......? How did you come up with it?

Mo Wenyu threw the peanuts into his mouth and said while chewing: "This is physical art, I can freely change the shape of bones and muscles, so as to do all kinds of seemingly impossible things." The Mo family is much more profound than that, but I can't reveal too much. Come on, come on, let's keep drinking!"

Although this was just a simple process of taking peanuts, it made the two of them really sigh, but they didn't expect Mo Wenyu, who seemed to be weak, to be so powerful. Mo Erha smacked his tongue and praised: "Daddy is right, it's really 'there are people outside the world'......"

Because of the carriage with a tailwind, Tuchen and Mo Erhabi were expected to arrive in Hudu three days earlier.

Although Mo Erha was more playful, seeing that the selection was imminent, he obediently stayed in the inn to review all the exercises that Mo Laosan had taught before, and when he was bored, he went out to hang out, wanting to see if he could meet some friends or relatives who knew him.

Because of the dense population, the streets of Hudu are full of figures both day and night. In addition, the people who came to select Linggu disciples in the past few days were even more lively on the streets, with men and women dressed differently and everything.

Aimlessly shuttling through the crowd, unconsciously Tuchen was brought into a street by the crowd of people, and when he looked up, the plaque at the entrance of the street read three big blue characters "Guzhen Street".

The street is more crowded with pedestrians, and even the shops on both sides are crowded with people. After frowning and looking at it for a long time, Tuchen realized that this was a street specializing in selling antiques and jade. He wasn't interested in this, and was about to turn away, when he was suddenly grabbed by an arm: "Brother, is there something you want to do?"

It was a middle-aged man in his forties, with dark skin on the cheeks of a sharp-beaked monkey, and he looked to be more than ten years old than his real age.

He was an antique collector, and he had been staring at the snowflake pendant around Tuchen's neck for a while, and when he found that he wanted to leave, he hurriedly reached out to stop him.

Hearing this, Tuchen stopped, looked at him and shook his head: "Shoot?"

The middle-aged man smiled awkwardly: "I'm asking, brother, do you have anything you want to exchange for money, our price is fair, and you are satisfied!"

"Things, but I don't have anything, how can I change them?"

"I see that the snowflake pendant on your chest is in good condition, it is white marble, how about it, is it sold for fifty taels of silver?"

Hearing the middle-aged man say this, Tuchen carefully observed the snowflake pendant around his neck. The pendant was snow-white, slightly transparent, with six sleek corners, like a snowflake falling on the chest.

I took it in my hand and looked at it, and a warm current instantly spread from the palm of my hand to my whole body, and the feeling was pleasant and intoxicating.

Seeing that Tuchen didn't react, the middle-aged man was a little anxious: "Brother, one hundred taels, it can't be any higher." ”

This snowflake pendant is Tuchen's only belonging, although he doesn't know what it is, but that kind of intimacy makes him reluctant to put it down when he picks it up, so he naturally won't sell it, so he shook his head and turned to leave.

Three days later, everything was ready, and the three of them left the inn with confidence and went to the Linggu disciple selection venue - Dragon and Tiger Terrace!

Mo Erha's preparations were very comprehensive, such as medicine and wine for bruises, spare clothes, the three-foot short sword and some charms drawn on paper, etc.

In contrast, Mo Wenyu was relaxed, with empty hands and a leisurely complexion. It doesn't feel like it's a selection procession, but a trip to the mountains.

Tuchen helped Mo Erha carry a large amount of medicinal wine and silently followed behind and looked at Mo Wenyu, he was guessing what kind of tricks this seemingly weak young master from a famous noble family would use in a while.

Half an hour later, following a large flow of people, the three of them came to the foot of a large mountain. This is a castle mountain, located on the east side of the capital. According to Mo Wenyu, there is a small open space on the top of this mountain, and there are several wooden sticks surrounded by ropes around the open space, which is the site of this selection.

At the entrance of the mountain, more than a dozen Linggu disciples dressed in red and black clothes were registering the names of everyone entering the mountain, and handing out a wooden sign with different numbers written on it.

Several disciples dealt cards very quickly, and before Tuchen could explain that he had not come to participate in the selection, a wooden card had already been stuffed into his hand, and then it was pushed up the hill by the crowd behind him.

When I came to the top of the mountain, the front suddenly opened up, and two huge stone sculptures, a dragon and a tiger, appeared on both sides. Through the stone carving, nine huge blood-red pillars stood in front of them, and more than a dozen iron chains were intertwined to form a ring. At the end of the ring, there was a three-story high staircase, and more than ten people of different shapes and ages sat down in turn, looking at the red and black clothes, all of them should be from Linggu.

Seeing all this, Mo Erha's jaw almost fell to the ground: "Brother Mo, this ...... This is what you call a 'small open space', 'a few sticks' and a 'rope'?...... You're a bit sloppy......"

Mo Wenyu looked disdainful: "Sloppy? The pillars of my Mojia Villa are thicker than this, and the chains are twice as big as this, so it is not surprising that the small Dragon and Tiger Terrace is not at all." ”

At this time, a man with a delicate face wearing Linggu costumes walked into the ring, looked at the dense crowd in front of him and cleared his throat: "All the heroes who came to participate in the selection, I am Yu Danfan, the person in charge of Linggu this time. The selection rules are the same as in previous years, adopting a ladder elimination system, randomly drawing duel numbers, the winner is promoted, the loser is eliminated, please take care of the number plate in your hand!"

As he spoke, the two Linggu disciples carried a wooden barrel to the front of the ring, and the barrel was filled with more than a hundred slender bamboo sticks. After the barrel was straightened, Yu Danfan nodded with satisfaction and continued: "The total number of participants in this selection is 1,742 people, and after the ladder is eliminated, the last twenty-five will be accepted as the thirteenth generation disciples of Linggu. Everybody ......"

Before he finished speaking, a sturdy man sitting on the three-story staircase in the distance seemed to be impatient, drank all the liquor in the glass in front of him, and shouted loudly: "Okay, okay, all those nonsense is useless!

Yu Danfan turned his head to look at it, with a sad expression: "Uncle Fu Yan, this process has to be completed......

The man who was called Fu Yan had an even stronger look on his face when he heard the sound, and he flew up and landed directly next to the wooden barrel: "Let me tell you, Linggu is not a place for self-cultivation immortals, but a place to cultivate excellent exorcists! There are no rules in the ring, just take out your strength! Let me see if it's excellent!" After saying that, he raised his sleeves and waved lightly, and immediately two bamboo sticks flew into the ring from the barrel.

Yu Danfan raised his hand to catch it, looked at Fu Yan and sighed helplessly, and then announced loudly: "Although there are no rules for the selection, it is intended to show strength in martial arts, and the other party must stop immediately if he admits defeat, otherwise he will be directly disqualified." The first game, four hundred and seventy-one, sixty-two, please go to the ring, the selection officially begins!"