The meat shield of the era of aura recovery

Chapter 309 A Conference Without a Sponsor
In the following time, Lin Xiaoqiang stayed behind closed doors and devoted all his thoughts to practicing swordsmanship. After a month of repeated practice, he had achieved a small amount of success.

On this day, after Lin Xiaoqiang finished his sword practice, it was already afternoon. He was lying on a deckchair on the lawn, watching the sunset gradually setting in the sky, feeling extraordinarily peaceful and comfortable.

The most suitable thing to do at this time, of course, is to fall asleep under the last rays of sunshine, and end the hard work of the day.

Just as Lin Xiaoqiang was about to sleep with a smile on his face, some noise woke him up. It was the sound of footsteps and the sound of plastic clicking.

Lin Xiaoqiang frowned, who will it be at this time?

Xiao Hongzhi?Or Song Wanhua?Or a small smoked bamboo?
Lin Xiaoqiang listened carefully to the sound of the footsteps of the person who heard it. The slightly heavy footsteps obviously did not belong to the above three people, but to someone who had never been here before.

There was a knock on the door, very slow and gentle.

He opened the big iron door suspiciously, and what appeared in front of him was the dean's easy-going and elegant face.

He was still holding a bag of snacks in his hand, and when he saw Lin Xiaoqiang opened the door, he lifted the snacks in his hand, "I'll come and see you."

Lin Xiaoqiang, who was full of confusion, looked at the smiling dean and didn't know what to say for a while.

".Please come in."

The dean walked into the lawn in front of the small house familiarly, stood on the gravel road, and looked at Lin Xiaoqiang's residence.

"As expected of the blueprint I chose, it looks good!" The dean said with a smile, and Lin Xiaoqiang behind him smiled and shook his head when he heard the dean's stinking words:
"Why do you have time to come here, Dean?"

Putting the snack bag on the recliner, the dean looked at Lin Xiaoqiang, his face gradually became serious, and asked, "Are you going to participate in the world's number one martial arts competition?"

Lin Xiaoqiang was stunned, and thought about it in his heart, no, he had never said this before, how did the dean know?
"I want to participate. Dean, how do you know?"

The dean looked at Lin Xiaoqiang with a strange expression, and the people from Wushen Temple sent a message saying that Dark Moon Pavilion has signed up for you, and asked if you were replaced by an imposter.

"The name reported by Dark Moon Pavilion?" Lin Xiaoqiang was stunned for a moment, "They gave me invitations to the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Competition before. After accepting their invitations, do I have to be named under their names?"

"Is that so"

The dean bowed his head and murmured, "As one of the most powerful forces and the organizer, Dark Moon Pavilion naturally has the right to invite warriors, but it's a little surprising that Dark Moon Pavilion found you."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaoqiang quickly told the story of his previous attack in a concise manner.

After listening to Lin Xiaoqiang's narration, the dean nodded, "It seems that Dark Moon Pavilion is very optimistic about you. As soon as the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament is confirmed, they sent you a greeting card directly."

"Dark Moon Pavilion signed up for me." Lin Xiaoqiang looked at the dean worriedly.

Dark Moon Pavilion is almost an enemy of any force, they sign up for the warrior, do they want to frame themselves?

Lin Xiaoqiang felt a headache when he thought that he might be questioned by the Martial God Temple in the future. Obviously he didn't express his acceptance, but the people from Dark Moon Pavilion presumptuously signed up for him.

"The Valkyrie Palace won't care about what you're worried about." The dean shook his head, "The Valkyrie Palace cares about your attitude, and they don't care who the faction that signed you up is."

Lin Xiaoqiang rubbed his chin and pondered for a while, is the most important thing is his attitude?
"I understand, I will pay attention during the martial arts competition."

The dean stared at Lin Xiaoqiang, and said seriously: "Since you choose to participate, there are some things you must know."

Seeing that the dean's expression and tone became serious, Lin Xiaoqiang also straightened his expression, "Please speak!"

"The so-called No. [-] Martial Arts Conference in the World is held by dozens of big powers. The strongest powers are the Martial God Temple and the Dark Moon Pavilion. Below them are the major martial arts academies that are slightly worse. There are various private forces next time, as well as some martial arts academies that are not strong, and our academy is in this category."

"Once you know the background information, you need to know that although the Martial God Hall and the Dark Moon Pavilion are the biggest forces among them, they cannot control the entire conference by themselves."

"Therefore, the rules of the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament were discussed by dozens of major forces. Once decided, they cannot be changed."

Listening to the dean's words, Lin Xiaoqiang pondered. There are dozens of forces, each of which has a corresponding right to speak.

Seeing Lin Xiaoqiang's pensive expression, the dean nodded in relief, "Let me tell you a few more rules for every martial arts meeting."

"Article [-]: No force or individual can intervene in a duel warrior. Article [-]: Life and death in the arena depends on one's ability. Article [-]: Surrender is allowed, and you cannot hunt down after surrendering. If you violate these regulations, the warrior who violated will be killed On the blood blade list, all forces will issue rewards and offer rewards."

Lin Xiaoqiang swallowed, "Has anyone violated these rules?"

"Of course, but they are all dead." The dean spread his hands, "The World's No. 15 Martial Arts Tournament is held once every ten years. The minimum age for participating is 60, and the maximum is [-]. The strength must be above the eighth level."

Fifteen to 60 years old is a period of youth for warriors. The dean continued: "There was a 20-year-old Wuzong who killed his opponent after he surrendered. He was wanted by all forces and killed several people who chased him. People, the reward has doubled, and people at the Martial King level will make a move."

"It is said that the 20-year-old Wu Zong died in an unsightly manner. In order to compete for rewards, several Wu kings smashed his body. Ahem. In short, you must know that the rules of the martial arts conference must never be broken, even if you are a genius, you can't escape. Hunt down."

Lin Xiaoqiang nodded solemnly, "I understand the dean, thank you for reminding me."

The dean nodded in relief, "How have you been practicing recently? Are you a high-level king?"

"It's not so fast. It's not like you don't know the difficulty of breaking through at the king level." Lin Xiaoqiang spread his hands, "Aren't you stuck at the high-level king level for decades? Haven't you broken through yet? How can I know?" So fast."

"During this period of time, I was thinking about swordsmanship. My defense is good enough, but I can't attack, so I want to take this time to learn it. When the martial arts competition starts, I can find someone to practice my hands."

The dean laughed loudly and shook his head, "Since you understand your own shortcomings, then I won't say more. Here are the materials I collected, about some active rookies. Take a look."

(End of this chapter)