Taishang Daozu

Chapter 97 Royal Selection
The sky is getting dark, the scorching sun is setting in the west, and the bright moon is in the sky.

Where the VIP area is located, a large group of people including Lin Feng set up a bonfire, and prepared the rare high-level monster meat from the outside world for barbecue.

The monster meat was roasted until it sizzled, the whole body was golden, and the meat was fragrant, which whetted the appetite.

"Raise a glass to drink and invite the bright moon. It's rare in life to get drunk. Drink!"

Sefo held a bowl of wine in his hand and toasted to everyone. This real Buddha has a heart of equality for all beings, so even facing the Nine Great Families, the proud son of heaven, Lin Feng and others did not show the slightest disdain or disdain. Underestimating it is like facing your confidant, very casual and free and easy.

"I don't want to live forever. I just want to be drunk for hundreds of millions of years. I don't know if the drunkard has awakened?"

Yan Luo held up the wine bowl and saluted everyone, then whispered something, shook his head and drank all the wine in the bowl, giving people a feeling of melancholy.

"It's rare to have a thousand cups of wine with a bosom friend, but it's too much to talk about speculation. Life should be like this, and it's youthful and arrogant to sing about wine!"

"To be happy in life is to have fun, don't let the golden cup stand empty to the moon, drink, drink!"

Seeing Yan Luo and other four great gods talking one by one, Lin Feng and others wondered, is this a talent competition?
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One month later!
"Everyone, please come with me!"

Led by an emperor-level powerhouse in the royal family, Lin Feng and others came to the royal martial arts arena.

The Martial arts arena is very large, not only that, but there is also a layer of barrier protection.

"Everyone please sit down"

The layout of the martial arts arena is very similar to a sports meeting, with a ring in the middle and people and seats in all directions.

Looking at the crowd of royal disciples over there, Lin Feng asked suspiciously: "Senior, I am the foreign aid of the Imperial War, shouldn't I participate in the competition with them?"

"It's too funny, just by your name, you are eligible to enter the final selection of royal disciples. And, according to the royal regulations, there are ten reserved seeds for each selection, and you are one of them .No need to participate in the early selection!"

"So that's it!" Lin Feng nodded slightly, without further words.

After a while, the royal family came with a lot of important people. The royal family attaches great importance to the selection this time. Now that the prosperous age is coming, there are many talents coming out. This time, there are more disciples who come to participate in the royal selection. Their qualifications and talents are much better than before. .

"Quiet!" On the other side of the elders' group, an old man in white robe stood up and shouted.

The scene fell silent instantly, and countless pairs of eyes all looked at the old man.

"I declare, the competition begins!"

After the white-robed old man finished speaking, a middle-aged man wearing a royal robe walked to the arena, took out a piece of what looked like an imperial decree in his hand, and read: "Huang Xiao, Huang Youlong is on stage!"

Whizzing!

Two figures jumped up from the crowd of royal disciples over there, and landed steadily on the arena.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man said: "My name is Huang Feihong, and I am your referee for this competition."

"According to the royal selection rules, if you think you are invincible to your opponent, you can let your foreign aid join the battle. The battle between you is an opponent randomly selected by an elder of the royal family with magical powers. So, don't think about questioning the high-level family members. The decision and complaining that your opponent is strong, once you lose, you will lose the possibility of subsequent games.”

"At the same time, your weapons can only be equipped with weapons that match your own strength. Those with low strength can use weapons of the same level as their opponents."

"In this royal selection, there are a total of 110 four royal disciples. According to the determination of the elders, ten of them will directly become seed players and wait for the finals. The remaining 52 people will have four competitions. In the first round, half of them will be eliminated, and the remaining There are 26 players. In the second round, half are eliminated, leaving 13 people. In the third round, half are eliminated, leaving [-] people. The fourth round is the final, to determine the top ten royal disciples this time."

"After the selection, the royal disciples who come to participate in the competition will be divided into four levels: Tiandixuanhuang. The first-round eliminations are yellow-level disciples. The second-round eliminations are mysterious-level disciples. The third-round eliminations are earth-level disciples. .The last round of eliminations are heaven-level disciples. The top ten are core disciples, who will receive the full training of the family."

"After the opponent is determined, everyone will have ten breaths to apply for foreign aid. After ten breaths, there is no answer, and the competition will officially begin!"

After finishing everything, the middle-aged man shouted: "Now, the game begins!"

As soon as Huang Feihong's voice fell, the young man named Huang Xiao in the competition field quickly shouted: "Report to the referee, I choose foreign aid to join the battle!"

Hearing the opponent's call, Huang Youlong also quickly shouted: "Report to the referee, I also choose foreign aid to join the battle!"

"Okay." Huang Feihong nodded, picked up the golden thing that looked like an imperial decree, and read: "Huang Xiao's foreign aid, Zhou Botong. Huang Youlong's foreign aid, Zhang Shanfeng. The two foreign aids can refuse to participate in the battle, and they have ten breaths to consider." .If you don't come to power, it will be considered as a refusal to participate in the war!"

Whizzing!

Two figures jumped up from the crowd on the other side and flew into the arena.

"Foreign aid is on the field, and the royal disciples are leaving." Huang Feihong shouted.

After hearing this, the two royal disciples flew away from the arena at the same time, their faces burning hot.

This was originally my own competition, but because I was afraid of losing, I entrusted it to others for help. It was indeed a bit embarrassing.

"Broadcom next week, please advise!"

"Zhang Shanfeng, please advise!"

The two first made a martial artist salutation gesture, and then the momentum exploded, the breath was released, and the battle was on the verge of breaking out!
Zhou Botong was wearing a pair of silver-white gloves. He should be a martial artist who mainly uses boxing or palm techniques.

Zhang Shanfeng had a sword on his waist, so he should be a swordsman.

"The royal selection this time is really extraordinary. More than 20 of the royal disciples have reached the king level!"

"The foreign aid team is not bad, there are more than a dozen kings!"

Yan Luo and the others looked at the royal disciples and the foreign aid group, commenting from time to time.

Yan Luo's pupils shrank, and he said in surprise, "There are actually three peak kings!"

"As expected, it's interesting, interesting!" Sefo looked at him with a gleam in his eyes.

"Baolongquan" shouted loudly, attracting the attention of everyone present.

In the competition arena, the battle between Zhou Botong and Zhang Shanfeng had officially started, and the warm-up battle was very intense and exciting.

With a punch of "Roar", the roar of wild and ferocious beasts resounded on the competition stage, full of violence and blood.

"Breeze and Drizzle of the Breeze Sword Art!"

Zhang Shanfeng's swordsmanship is very natural, at the beginning it was flowing and erratic.Then it began to change into covering the sky and covering the sun, continuous and endless, without any gaps to follow.

Seeing this, the swordsman shook his head and said: "Using strength to overcome cleverness, this set of sword skills is not good!"

He is a swordsman, so he is more concerned about swordsman's battles.However, Zhang Shanfeng's style of play made him not optimistic, which caused his interest in Zhang Shanfeng to decrease a lot.

"Losing!"

Many people shook their heads. Zhang Shanfeng's swordsmanship was indeed not used well. It was numerous and complex, complex but not refined, and could not gather strength. It was more like a group attack martial skill. It was indeed not suitable for fighting against the violence used by Zhou Botong. punch.

"Oh!"

The huge fist directly pierced through the sword screen of the breeze and drizzle, and rushed to Zhang Shanfeng behind the sword screen without any loss, knocking him flying to the ground.

"Huang Xiao's foreign aid Zhou Botong wins, Huang Xiao advances!"

(End of this chapter)