Miss Waste Material: Fengming World

Chapter 57
"Yes, we are not convinced!"

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and it was obvious that many of them were not as powerful as Xuantu.

"Qu Jing, this is an order. If you are not convinced, I will say it after winning!" The city lord's coercive voice came out, instantly calming everyone down.

The city lord is already at the ninth level of Xuanzong's strength, and they will choose to fight him unless they want to die!
"Below, those whose strength reaches Xuantu stand still, and those who can't come to the left." He pointed in one direction and continued: "Don't try to fool around, the city lord will check one by one."

After finishing speaking, everyone seemed to resign themselves to their fate and stood aside one by one from the crowd.

Originally, there seemed to be 500 people, but after those who failed to reach Xuantu walked away, there were only a hundred or so left!
Feng Qianyue clicked her tongue a little, it seems that Qingzhou City is not ordinary small.

"Very good, then you start testing." The city lord pointed to some people left behind.

Everyone lined up for the test in an orderly manner, and in the end, two men who were less than Xuantu were found.

"The others are all gone." After the test, the city lord waved his hand, and immediately the city guards began to drive them away.

Feng Yu also left with the crowd.

As a result, the front of the City Lord's Mansion seemed much more empty.

"This year's selection seems to be a little different. You have to be careful later." Feng Beihan next to him said to Feng Qianyue.

"Yeah." Feng Qianyue nodded in confusion.

At this moment, the city lord took a few steps forward, looked at everyone, and then said, "I think you all think this year's selection is too unfair."

He paused, "However, I want to tell you that fairness is won with strength, and we only have fifteen places this year."

"Why? Aren't there always thirty in previous years? Why are there so many less?" Someone asked impatiently.

The city lord's eyes fell on that person, and he said every word, "Because Qingzhou is too poor, other people look down on Qingzhou and compete for the quota of Qingzhou, so we only have fifteen this year, maybe there will be only ten next year! There may even be one quota in a few years." None!" If there is no quota, it means that the people in Qingzhou City will never be able to get ahead!
His voice was a bit heavy, "So we must choose the most talented person to go to Xuancheng to win glory for Qingzhou, do you understand?"

"Understood!" Although he only said a few words, everyone could feel the oppression and suppression from other cities.

They were born in Qingzhou, and Qingzhou was treated like this. They have the right and must do their best to fight for it, because it is not only for Qingzhou City, but also for their family members and their future children.

They have their own pride.

"The arena has been set up in the city. Come with me." The city lord was silent, and then led the way ahead.

Ten arenas were set up in the center of the city, and in front of the ten arenas was a stand with several chairs and a long table on which were fruit snacks and tea.

The city lord walked up to the stands first, and sat down in one of the seats. After a while, several people walked up to the stands, including Feng Yu.

Now there is only one vacancy left.

A moment later, a man in his twenties in a green gown walked up.

"Young Master Liu." The city lord stood up to greet him. "Please sit down."

"Yeah." The man nodded, glanced at the audience, he seemed to be uninterested, and after sitting down, he picked up his teacup to drink water, as if he didn't care about the competition.

(End of this chapter)