Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 256 Fucking Wu Gexi was caught by a rhinoceros armour, and the wrong car was picked up by a short soldier

After hearing Zhao Hu's words, Xin Ziqiu realized that three days and four nights had passed since the night when he entered the ruins of the battle between immortals and demons.

His heart suddenly sank...

Years are easy to be empty, and every inch of Yin should be cherished.

For Xin Ziqiu, time is the most precious thing right now, because he only has a few days left in this world.

But he is still reluctant to part with his close friends, there are too many things to accomplish.

The inexplicably wasted three days in the cave is probably a regret that cannot be made up for anyway.

However, at this time Xin Ziqiu had no time to sigh with emotion, so he hastily bid farewell to Fourth Master Zhao, and hurried to the Tongtian Ring in the north of the city.

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Leveraging the influence of Luo Tian Dajiao, envoys from the four kingdoms of Xixia, Daliao, Dali and Tubo came to the court and jointly set up this heavenly temple.

The arena is divided into seven levels, and each level is guarded by a certain number of warriors from the four countries, called "ring officials".

And the martial arts heroes of the Great Song Dynasty are about to attack.

The two sides are attacking and defending, just tit for tat.

The rules of the arena are also very simple. The first level is guarded by 64 ring officials. The attacker can choose one of them to challenge. If he wins, he will naturally be qualified to advance to the next level. disuse.

By analogy, there are 32 people guarding the second pass, 16 people guarding the third pass, and so on.

The more you go to the later levels, the fewer the number of officials, of course the higher the status, the stronger the martial arts.

Especially the final seventh level will be guarded by Wu Sheng Yu Heyi as the main trump card.

If any attacker can pass seven levels in a row, it will be the victory of Song Dynasty, and the final winner will also be able to get the title of "Number One in the World".

Otherwise, the Allied Forces of the Four Nations will win, and the title of "Number One in the World" will belong to Wu Shengren.

This time the arena battle is an unprecedented martial arts event, and it also involves the face of the Song Dynasty. Therefore, all the masters and celebrities from the various sects in the Central Plains gathered in the capital to compete in the capital.

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As Xin Ziqiu was on his way, he thought in his mind that with his own strength, if there were no accidents, he should be able to win at least four games in a row, reach the fifth level, and complete the last task.

It's just that there was an episode of Wuyoudong and Huangquan now, and I was two days late by accident, so the situation is a little bit bad.

If during this period, all the masters of the Song Dynasty have already defeated the 64 officials in the first round, then can I just sit on the sidelines?

He was anxious in his heart, and his feet were also stepping up, for fear of delaying the time.

If he really went to the ring and found that the second or even third round of the competition had already been carried out there, and he had no chance to play, he would really want to cry without tears.

Thinking like this, his legs flew like flying, shuttled left and right among the endless stream of people, and arrived at the north of Bianliang City not long after.

This is where Tongtian Lei was located. At this time, the surrounding area is already crowded with crowds of spectators.

The common people who watched the excitement, the small vendors who set up stalls, and even the government servants who maintained order, had already surrounded the arena with three layers inside and three layers outside, and nothing could get through.

Xin Ziqiu glanced over with his mind, and found auspicious clouds and mists nearby, and auspicious air circling. It was a spectacle brought about by the gathering of martial arts masters from all over the world and the collision of true qi.

He raised his eyes and saw that the arena was more than two feet high and had a radius of more than ten feet. Except for the common people on the south side to watch the battle, the other three sides were tall stands with countless famous elders sitting on them.

The banners on both sides are flying, and there are special personnel responsible for beating drums to cheer. The grandeur is probably not inferior to the previous Luo Tian Dajiao.

Xin Ziqiu separated from the crowd and came to the foot of the ring. He saw two people competing, and his eyes were attracted immediately.

It turned out that one of the two contestants was a tall and tall monk, and the other was his good friend Jia Zhiqing.

At this time, Miss Jia's family was dressed in red, and the short knife in her hand was flying up and down, like a ball of fire, constantly spinning around the opponent.

And those monks are no ordinary people, their horse gait is extremely steady, they make hoo hoo noises and dance their fists, their internal strength is quite basic.

Now that Xin Ziqiu's martial arts has advanced greatly, his vision is far from what it used to be. After only a few glances, he decided that Jia Zhiqing would win, so he didn't stop too much. Instead, he passed through the crowd and went straight to the Kaifeng Mansion on the east side. above the stands.

Zhan Zhao was the first to see him, and said with a displeased expression:
"Xiaoqiu, where did your child go? Why haven't you been seen for several days?"

Xin Ziqiu grinned:
"Some things are delayed, Uncle Zhan, how is the ring going?"

With sharp ears, Jiang Ping heard Xin Ziqiu's voice, turned around and said:

"Fortunately for you, a few nights ago, there was a small earthquake in the capital, which collapsed a corner of the arena, and it was not repaired until the night before yesterday. Therefore, the Tongtian Competition was postponed for a day, and the competition just started at noon yesterday. The side is going well, except for Ai Hu and Han Tianjin who are not up to the mark, the rest of the people have won."

Xin Ziqiu thought to himself: The earthquake in the capital probably has something to do with the changes in that cave in Wuyou Cave.

However, he hit the right target, so it gave him a chance to fight in the ring.

Jiang Ping said again:

"Since you're here, wait for the little girl from Jia's family to finish the fight, then hurry up and go to the next challenge. Now that the first level is almost over, it will be too late if you don't go."

Xin Ziqiu nodded when he heard the words, and glanced across the stands here, as expected, there were not many people left.

Except for the members of Dawuyi and Zhan Zhao, there were only two young people, Ai Hu and Han Tianjin, sitting there with their heads downcast, obviously defeated in the first hurdle, a little depressed.

Xin Ziqiu went over and patted them both on the shoulders as a sign of comfort, but didn't say much.

They are all old men in their 30s and [-]s, their skills are not as good as others, and it is useless to just persuade them. It is only reasonable to study harder and practice harder in the future.

He looked towards the north stand again, where the passers-by stayed.

At this time, dozens of swordsmen from the Song Dynasty were already sitting on it, and he recognized many of them. Besides Xiao Wuyi, there were also Yang family from Tianbo Mansion, Jia Xianzu and his grandson, Ma Fenggu and Zen Master Zhijing.

Xin Ziqiu's gaze lingered on Ma Fenggu's side for a moment.

Beside this Emei heroine, there were several people sitting, all of them showed extremely high cultivation.

Especially one of the old men, and the young man in white beside him exuded a faint innate qi, even if they were not immortals, they were not far off.

Although Xin Ziqiu didn't recognize them, he guessed their identities in no time.

These two top masters are the trump cards of the Great Song Dynasty.

The head of the 81 sects, the master of Mount Emei, Pudu Puqunsheng, and his proud disciple, the head of the four great swordsmen in Emei, the white-clothed prodigy, the little sword demon, and the first son of Bai Laobai.

However, with Xin Ziqiu's eyesight, he could see that although the two were strong, they were still mortal bodies, and their skills were far from the martial sage Yu Monk who had become immortals for a long time.

Of course, in the battle of the arena, strong skill does not necessarily mean victory, but since Yu He is known as a martial artist, no matter in terms of moves, experience, and mentality, he has already perfected it to the extreme, with almost no flaws.

It may be even more difficult to defeat him from other places.

The chances of winning are not great.

Xin Ziqiu murmured in his heart, and moved his eyes away from the two of them, carefully looking for a figure in the stands over there.

A character who can confront Wu Shengren head-on.

However, he quickly frowned, and a puzzled look appeared on his face.

Where did the Rams go?

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(End of this chapter)