The cold God of War Prince is passionate about the peasant wife

Murong Fu didn't take it to heart.

Elder Bai was a loner by nature, sometimes in a good mood, sometimes in a bad mood, and no one knew what he would do next.

For example, for this martial arts conference, he went up the mountain in person early in the morning to invite him to be the host, but after waiting for three days, he didn't even see him.

Who would have thought that he would come here by himself.

Just tell me if it’s strange.

After this little incident, the second round of competition began.

There are four drums placed around the arena, and the four drums are struck at the same time, making a deafening sound.

The second level of the competition is called Nine Drums.

The order in which the masters who advance to this level will go on stage will be decided by drawing lots.

The leader who is drawn first goes up to the stage and beats the drum.

The first drum, hit only once.

If any of the leaders who advance from the stage are dissatisfied and want to challenge, they must go on stage and challenge when the drum sounds.

If you win the challenge, you will replace the first person and stand on the ring to continue accepting challenges.

If the challenge is lost, the first leader will continue to stand on the stage, waiting for the second drum beat and challenge.

The second drum beat is struck twice, and the challenger must go on stage to challenge between these two drum beats.

Until the leader under the ring is convinced and no one comes up to challenge him, or until the leader defeats all challengers and wins nine challenges, he will become the final winner and the leader of the martial arts world.

After Zhang Daxia announced the rules, he drew lots.

The first one is Murong Fu.

But in fact, there are only three of them who advance this time, and the order is not important. Only when there are a large number of sect leaders who advance and their strengths are similar, the later the one drawn, the better, so as to consume the strength of other sect leaders first and increase the chance of winning.

Murong Fu put his hands behind his back and walked slowly onto the stage.

Before the competition even started, the people were already shaking their heads.

The leader of the Tiangang Sect is good, but they also hope that the leader of the Tiangang Sect will win the competition and become the leader of the martial arts world.

But... they all knew that although Murong Fu's character was not as good as his brother's, he had divine power and his martial arts talent was far superior to his brother's.

Apart from the leader of the Tiangang Sect, there are the two adorable little babies of the Guizong Sect.

What else is there to fight?

They all know the result without having to fight.

On the second floor where the Beggars' Gang sat, Jin Dao frowned as he looked at the old Taoist priest and the two kids.

I was so focused on helping Tiangangmen with the election that I forgot about this.

If he had known earlier, he would have left some votes for himself so that he could have advanced. As long as he advanced, he could first go up and injure that damn Murong Fu, and then let the leader of the Tiangang Sect come to fight.

it's good now!

Jin Dao regretted it so much.

On the stage, Murong Fu stood with his hands behind his back, looking as if he was about to take charge of the country.

His eyes swept across the two little ones below, and finally fell on the old Taoist priest, his eyes full of arrogant provocation.

Today, he will completely defeat his useless brother, restore his lost reputation, and let everyone see clearly that he is the genius that the Murong family has not seen in a hundred years, and he is the pride of the Murong family.

He should be recorded in the genealogy of the Murong family and have his name recorded in history.

"The competition begins, drumbeat!" Hero Zhang shouted.

In an instant, four people beat the drums at the same time.

The drums were deafening.

The old Taoist priest raised his head slowly and met Murong Fu's smiling eyes.

He took a step forward and stepped onto the stone steps.

Suddenly, the stone steps broke into pieces.

Just as the old Taoist stepped onto the stage, the three stone steps behind him collapsed.

Zhang Daxia, who was standing nearby, suddenly paused and looked towards the old Taoist priest. (End of this chapter)