We agreed to become a physical Martial Saint, but you became a mecha Martial Saint?

Chapter 48 Qualifying ()

All preparations have been made for qualifying in the center of the square.

During this period, there were still various relaxing performances in the square, and there were also flower activities in the small fighting arena in the corner.

The small fighting arena was no longer the place where disciples from various sects were fighting, but instead it was now two women with hot bodies and wearing very few clothes fighting.

They are all ordinary people who have never practiced martial arts at all, but some parts of their bodies will shake and tremble from time to time during the fight. This beautiful scenery is so eye-catching that the audience in the audience cheers every time. A loud exclamation will be heard after a large shaking.

Even Zhou Linchen couldn't help but look at it a few more times. This was just a normal behavior of a man.

Zhou Linchen withdrew his gaze and looked at the schedule for this qualifying match in his hand.

A total of sixty-four sects participated in this qualifying competition, and Baiyun Sect ranked thirteenth among them.

"Please come to the inspection office as soon as possible for the candidates from each sect to participate in the qualifying competition. The qualifying competition is about to begin." The old man in charge of the exchange competition yesterday announced loudly.

"Brother, come on!"

"Senior brother must win!"

"Senior Brother Zhou, please show off my southern martial arts style!"

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A group of disciples around him stood up to cheer for Zhou Linchen. This group of disciples included not only the disciples of the Baiyun Sect, but also a small alliance composed of the disciples of the Southern Sect who contacted Yu Shan yesterday.

The shouts of a large group of their disciples gathered together immediately attracted the attention of most people in the square.

The martial arts sects in the north also have their own small circles. They stand in the distance, watching all this with sneer, and whispering to each other, revealing their disdain for the southern disciples.

Patrick, Felix and Odis, several famous geniuses in the north, all cast their eyes on him, but most of them were just curious and contemptuous.

Zhou Linchen nodded calmly, not caring about the looks of others. Since he wanted to become the leader of southern martial arts, he had to face these malicious looks.

"Senior brother, please come here."

A disciple from the Giant Spirit Sect who was responsible for maintaining order came over to guide the way.

Zhou Linchen was led out of the square by the Giant Spirit Sect disciple and turned into a spacious small room.

The room was like a large conference hall. There were already many people sitting in it, and they were divided into several different small circles.

After seeing Zhou Linchen come in, everyone looked at him.

Zhou Linchen's expression remained unchanged, and he was about to find a corner to sit down, but unexpectedly, a middle-aged man in a corner walked directly in front of him, and with a smile on his face, he stepped forward and saluted with fists, "A high disciple of the Baiyun Sect, Zhou Linchen?"

"It's me." Zhou Linchen recognized that this was Anxius, the owner of the 19th-ranked Qiangwu Association Boxing Gym in the south, and he already had a guess in his mind.

"Why don't you come over there with me to talk in detail?" Ansius pointed to that corner with one hand, "I am also friends with your sect leader, and I just want to ask him how he is doing. Is that okay?"

Looking in the direction of Ansius, the master of the Qiangwu Club Boxing Gym, everyone sitting there was a martial artist from the southern sect.

"It turns out he is a friend of the master, senior, please." Zhou Linchen bowed and followed Ansius to the corner to sit down.

After Zhou Linchen sat down and chatted with these seniors, a dozen more people came into the small room. Zhou Linchen found that most of them would join the small circles that had been formed after scanning around.

And among these dozen people, only one is a martial artist from their southern sect.

The gap in strength between the north and the south is not only at the level of young disciples, but also at the level of martial arts masters.

Among the three major sects, such as the Giant Spirit Sect, the Secret Sword Sect and the Yuan Yue Sect, most of the people who came to participate in the qualifying competition this time had relatively young faces, and the oldest looked to be in their thirties.

Anxius, who pulled Zhou Linchen, was obviously over fifty years old, and he was not an exception. Among most of the southern martial arts here, there were only two or three with slightly younger faces.

"Lord Sith!"

Suddenly there was a commotion from the other side of the cabin.

Over there, in the corner occupied by the Giant Spirit Sect of the Northern Sect, everyone stood up and bowed slightly to greet the man who came over.

Sith has short black hair, is not very tall, and his face looks very ordinary among the crowd outside. But this person is actually the leader of the Four Spirits?

"Everyone, sit down." Sith sat down in the center of the crowd. If they were a group of lions, then Sith would undoubtedly be the lion king.

"The qualifying competition will officially begin. The sect I called will send its contestants to the corresponding arena to compete." A middle-aged man held a chart and started calling out numbers. “No. 1, Giant Spirit Gate!”

"No. 2, Secret Sword Sect!"

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"No. 13, Baiyun Gate!"

As each sect walked out, Zhou Linchen finally heard the Baiyun Sect's call.

Standing up slowly, Zhou Linchen walked towards the passage leading to his arena.

At this time, there was already a tall man standing on the No. 7 ring in the square. He had been staring at Zhou Linchen since he walked out of the passage.

There were many young people standing outside the fence next to the ring. Zhou Linchen glanced around and found that most of these young people were disciples of the southern sect.

"Big brother, come on!!"

"Senior Brother Zhou, come on! Show off my southern style!"

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"Players, please come on stage!" A male referee on this ring reminded loudly.

Zhou Linchen turned back and took one last look at the southern warriors who were full of expectations in their eyes. He strode to the side of the ring and jumped into the ring with a high leap.

The strong man opposite him with a slicked back slightly raised his head and looked up at Zhou Linchen, who was 2.5 meters tall. Although his body was very strong, it pales in comparison to Zhou Linchen. Just like the difference between an adult and a child, Zhou Linchen began to look at him.

This burly man with a thick back was naked to the waist, wearing a pair of black loose trousers, and stood barefoot.

Two people, one big and one small, stood opposite each other.

"I count to three, the game officially begins!" The male referee turned his head and glanced at Zhou Linchen and the strong man with his back, "Remind me again, no assassins are allowed in the ring, the other players are left to their own devices."

"3"

"2"

"1"

"Game start!"

While the referee was counting the numbers, someone not far away from the ring was silently watching the two people on the ring, three men and one woman. They all had thin swords on their waists.

"Brother, what's so interesting about this game?" the female disciple behind Patrick asked softly.

"I'm just looking at someone who might become my opponent." Patrick didn't look back, and his faint voice was drowned in the noisy crowd.

"Ah? Just him?" the female disciple screamed, knowing that among the young disciples in the north, only Sith and Odis could be Patrick's opponents.

And now, there will be another opponent that senior brother Patrick personally recognizes, instead of Felix and his like who are blindly arranged by the outside world.

Patrick looked towards the ring with a smile and did not answer.

In the arena.

Zhou Linchen stretched his body, but the opponent did not give him any sense of threat at all, "The first round of the game was really easy."

"Hey, the guy who is known as the number one master among the southern disciples, the person who is about to bring you the bitter fruit of failure is called Loft." Loft laughed exaggeratedly, showing his white teeth, "It's really unfortunate that you are the first to fail." You met me in just one round, otherwise your Baiyun Sect could have gone further."

"Let's fight quickly." Zhou Linchen decided in his heart and slowly looked at the other party.

"Have you been scared to death by me? Being big doesn't mean you are strong! The Baiyun Sect, which is ranked thirteenth, is not worthy of its name." Loft shook his head and commented, slowly assuming a boxing stance. Although his words were arrogant, But the gesture in his hand seemed extremely cautious, and he was not as reckless as his mouth showed.

Zhou Linchen moved his feet and moved forward very quickly, using only about 50% of his strength.

"What speed is this?" Zhou Linchen in front of him instantly turned into a black shadow and rushed forward. Loft was horrified, and moved slowly with both hands to block in front of him.

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