Dragon Emperor God Emperor

Chapter 162 What is the Battle of Zhucheng?
In the depths of Star Academy.

Under the huge old tree.

Sikong Changtian's black robe fluttered in the wind, and he stood with his hands behind his back, staring sharply at Buzheng.

"Zheng'er, there are four great empires on the Xuantian Continent. The so-called Battle of Zhucheng is just a screening held by the Xuantian Empire. All young warriors under the age of 30 can participate."

"Four Great Empires?"

In the past, Bu Zheng browsed the book Xuantian Dizhi in the Zangshu Pavilion. It is recorded in the book that there are four major empires in the Xuantian Continent, namely the Xuantian Empire, the Leiwu Empire, the Wind Empire, and the Beastman Empire.

Bu Zheng already knew that Xingluo City belonged to a city in Xuantian Empire, but he did not expect that the battle among the cities was actually organized by Xuantian Empire himself.

"Zheng'er, there are a total of twelve cities like Xingluo City in the Xuantian Empire. Every three years, a battle of the cities will be held. From the twelve cities, 120 powerful young warriors will be selected."

"These 120 warriors will go to Xuantian City to be recruited by the four major academies. They will study in the four major academies for three years."

"Any warrior who enters the academy to participate in the Battle of Zhucheng will be issued a Xuantian Battle Order by the Empire. Normally, the Empire will not interfere with everyone's freedom, but once there is a war with any of the other three empires, the Empire will issue a Xuantian War Order. Those who have ordered the war must all obey the order and bear the brunt of the war.”

Sikong Changtian had stern eyes and explained to Buzheng very patiently.

"Master, according to what you mean, participating in the Battle of Zhucheng is of no benefit at all, and you have to work hard for the empire, so why are so many people vying to participate in the Battle of Zhucheng?" Bu Zheng asked with a puzzled expression and a puzzled voice. road.

"Zheng'er, do you know that the Battle of Zhucheng is also called the Battle of Destiny in private by many fighters!"

"Why?"

"That's because as long as the fighters who stand out in the battle of Zhucheng, they can not only enter the four major academies they dream of studying, but also all the resources of the empire are given priority to them."

"In addition, the empire will give them a powerful identity. A warrior with the Xuantian War Order is more noble than a city lord." Sikong Changtian explained with a dignified expression and a piercing voice.

"Ok!"

"I see."

Bu Zheng's expression was light and calm, as if he was completely uninterested in the battle of Zhucheng.

"Zheng'er, what do you think of your senior brothers' cultivation?" Sikong Changtian asked in a low voice with a solemn expression.

"Several senior brothers, the talents of the world are all geniuses in cultivation!" Bu Zheng said without thinking.

"Even so, three years ago, several of your senior brothers were defeated in the battle of Zhucheng, and no one in the entire Xingluo City has the Xuantian Battle Order." Sikong Changtian said in a firm voice.

"What? Why is that so?" Bu Zheng asked in a puzzled voice, his expression tightened.

"In Xingluo City, there are no sects, no big hermit families, only two academies, and it is located in a remote corner with serious shortage of resources, so there are no powerful young warriors at all."

"Unlike other cities, where there are many sects and everyone hides in the hidden world, they have no shortage of talents at all, and there are countless peerless wizards."

"Back then, your second senior brother participated in the battle of Zhucheng at the peak of the ninth level of Tianyuan Realm, and was eliminated in the first round. You should now know how difficult the battle of Zhucheng is, why everyone is eager to participate!"

"The turning point of fate, the proof of strength, the symbol of status, the favor of the four major academies, any one of these four benefits will drive people crazy." Sikong Changtian said in a low voice with a gloomy expression.

"It's no wonder that Prince Xiao's mansion puts the selection of the personnel for the Battle of Zhucheng together with the number of soul-eating grasses obtained from the tomb of the living dead? The more soul-eating grasses you get, is it enough to show your strength?" Bu Zheng rolled his eyes. Rin, a look of longing appeared on his cheek.

"Zheng'er, you are still young. This time you just need to get the Soul Eater Grass from the Tomb of the Living Dead. Wait for the next Zhucheng Battle in three years. As a teacher, I have confidence that you will definitely stand out."

Sikong Changtian noticed the gaze in Buzheng's eyes, and said with a worried expression.

"Master, I understand!"

"Zheng'er, go down and rest, and strengthen your cultivation in the next few days!" Sikong Changtian waved his hand to signal Bu Zheng to leave.

Seeing Bu Zheng's distant figure, Zi Haoling suddenly said, "Master, I'm worried that my junior brother will participate in this battle of Zhucheng!"

"As a teacher, I am also troubled by this matter. If Zheng'er participates in the battle of Zhucheng this time, the result will be the same as Xuanyuan's. At that time, the mental state will be damaged, and the harm brought about by cultivation will be fatal."

"But, I'm afraid we don't have time to wait for three years!" Sikong Changtian sighed with a sigh.

"Master, everything is the arrangement of fate. Why should we be obsessed with it? If the younger brother really wants to participate, he will not stop us. Maybe he will bring us unexpected surprises." Zi Haoling's deep eyes flickered , the voice said calmly.

"That's all it takes!"

Time flies, and two days pass in the blink of an eye.

In the early morning, when Bu Zheng was still immersed in his cultivation, the voices of Mo Yan and Shui Ruoyan rang outside his door.

Bu Zheng's figure suddenly jumped up, his superior breathed a sigh of relief, changed into a black robe, opened the door and walked out.

"Brother Bu, you're finally back. I've missed you so much these past two months!" Mo Yan shook his fat body and quickly hugged Bu Zheng.

"and many more!"

Bu Zheng flashed, turned into an afterimage and flew behind Mo Yan, and said with a light smile, "Fatty, can you be a man in the future, I really can't stand you like this."

The voice fell.

Bu Zheng and Shui Ruoyan laughed at the same time, Mo Yan turned his head and stared at the two with resentful eyes, slightly annoyed.

"Brother Bu, have you noticed that my strength has skyrocketed?" Mo Yan said excitedly, slapping his chest.

"That's right, I haven't seen you for two months, and the little fat man's cultivation is actually on par with the two of us!" Shui Ruoyan said in a pleasant voice with an envious expression.

"The peak of the ninth level of Tianyuan Realm?"

"Little fat man, where have you been with the second senior brother for the past two months? Is your cultivation so advanced?" Buzheng asked calmly and calmly.

"Evil Ghost Valley, Puppet Mountain!"

"You don't know that the second senior brother has really opened my eyes for the past two months. We have traveled to many places together. Under the supervision of the second senior brother, my cultivation realm has soared." Mo Yan looked excited and his voice was excited Said.

"Mo Yan, it seems that we have to rely on you to take care of us when we enter the tomb of the living dead this time!" Shui Ruoyan smiled and said in a teasing voice.

(End of this chapter)