Fighter of the Destiny

The young man wearing a hat said: "Does the chosen one need to report his origins?"

His voice was very calm, without any ups and downs, just like water, and it was still water without any ripples. But if there are really high-level dignitaries present, or they can hear that this is not water, but ice, it cannot be like this without enduring thousands of years of frost.

The onlookers in the distance were in an uproar, never expecting that this person's reaction was so cold and tough.

The Heavenly Selection Ceremony is called Tianxuan, but it can be clearly seen from the rules, and what is more important is self-improvement. Whether it is the protection of ancestral spirits or self-reliance, there is no need to care about identity and origin. All the selection ceremonies since ancient times do not need to explain this.

The member of the Presbyterian Church was speechless for a moment. He looked at the young man wearing a hat and said angrily: "I hope you can wear the hat today."

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The morning light is getting brighter and brighter. Although it is late winter, it has its own warmth.

The red sun is getting higher and higher in the depths of the distant mountains. The wet fog covering both sides of the Red River has dispersed, and the scenery is clear and beautiful.

The arena battle in Baidi City is also in full swing, with countless exciting and dangerous battle scenes constantly appearing.

In the streets, on the stone walls, beside the meadows, and in front of the imperial city, the demon people's rude cheers could be heard endlessly, and exclamations could be heard from time to time.

Many well-known young strong men of the demon clan have defeated their opponents, but there have also been many upsets.

Some characters elected by small tribes in the deep mountains and ridges have shown unexpected levels of strength.

The several arenas near the palace and the castle tower are naturally the center of everyone's attention. They are relatively quiet and the sight is more focused.

As the Heavenly Selection Ceremony progressed, most eyes fell on the three arenas.

There were three people standing on each of the three stages.

Xiaode, the second prince of Daxizhou, and a young man wearing a hat.

As the strongest person in the Mesozoic generation of the Monster Clan and the nephew of the Empress, Xiaode and the second prince of Daxizhou should naturally be the focus, but now more eyes, especially those of the big shots on the Imperial City's observation deck, are falling on that On the young man wearing a hat.

The young man in the hat is too mysterious.

Until now, except for the unknown name on the register, no one knew his identity. That young man seemed to possess some kind of magical power. All his opponents had no chance to make a move. As soon as they stepped onto the ring, they would strangely fall down and fall unconscious.

So far, this young man has won four games in a row, and whether it is the carp clan deacon who is responsible for determining the outcome, the members of the Presbyterian Council who are responsible for supervision, or even the demon general Chong Xinghe who went to check on the third game, unexpectedly It's impossible to tell what technique he used.

Who is he and what tribe is he from?

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When most eyes were focused on the imperial city and the castle tower, and when a handful of big shots who knew the inside story were looking at the young man wearing a hat with complicated emotions, something also happened in a remote arena, but it didn't cause any concern at the time. Attention of any demon people.

This arena is located in Matsucho, a slum area in Baidi City. It is very remote, but too close to the river. The Yu Jings rolled happily in the Red River to celebrate, and countless fishy odors were lifted out of the mud at the bottom of the river and carried by the wind. The shore is so disgusting that no strong person would be willing to come.

Earlier in the morning, the war drums had just sounded in the upper city and gradually reached Matsucho. The thin yellow sand spread on the ring built overnight by stones shook slightly, but except for the Carp Tribe Magistrate , two supervisors and related officials, no one else could be seen.

Although the Heavenly Selection Ceremony is celebrated by everyone, life still has to go on. The people at the bottom of Matsucho still have to work, otherwise they will be hungry at night. Compared with starving, although the battle in the ring is very interesting, it has to be postponed. Leave it alone.

Before working, of course, you must first fill your stomach. Various crude stone stoves began to emit smoke, and in the oil pans that were already somewhat black and had been used for an unknown number of days, all kinds of pasta began to swell, and then bubbled in pain, and the demon clan people didn't even wash their faces. Yawning and standing in line.

Xuanyuan Po didn't sleep much last night and woke up early, so he bought breakfast before the crowd.

There is a slight mist in the courtyard deep in the alley, which is the kettle on the stove.

There is also a slight mist behind the paper door in the room, which is the sacred smell emanating from the hot white flour steamed buns and meat stuffed buns in the torn brown paper bags.

Biyanghong and Wufenbi ate steamed buns.

Xuanyuan Po ate meat buns, which were not much smaller than his face. After he took a bite, the aroma and meat juice flowed out.

Wuwu Bi's face was ugly, and she looked at him and said, "Why do you eat steamed buns, but let us eat steamed buns?"

Xuanyuan Po didn't bother to pay attention to her at all, and continued to eat the buns, sucking the meat juice that flowed onto his fingers from time to time, looking very delicious.

Wuxianbi's face became even more ugly, and she said in a sharp voice: "Are you eating this just for us to see? Get out!"

Xuanyuan Po still ignored him.

After a night of breathing adjustment, Biyang Hong's energy improved slightly, but the death wish in his eyebrows was still gone.

He looked at Xuanyuan Po and asked, "What is the filling of this bun?"

"Beef and green onions." Xuanyuan Po answered vaguely.

Bieyanghong sighed and said, "It smells so good."

Only then did Xuanyuan Po react. He quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, and then explained seriously: "Sir, I didn't mean to be greedy for you. It's just that the dean said that you shouldn't eat too much after being injured. Please put it in the bowl." If you drink the porridge, it’s okay if you don’t eat the steamed buns.”

The dean he was talking about was naturally Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng attaches great importance to health preservation, and the people at the National Education Academy, including Xuanyuan Po, are naturally deeply affected.

Another kind of red smile.

Wuxianbi said fiercely: "Eat your buns, I'll kill you!"

Xuanyuan Po ignored her and continued to explain to Biyanghong: "I have to put in a lot of effort today, so I have to eat full."

Although Bie Yihong was seriously injured, his consciousness was still sharp. He could hear the sound of war drums coming from outside the hospital and the discussion on the street very clearly. Listening to Xuanyuan Po's words, he thought about what he said last night. There was something to do, and he vaguely understood it, so he asked: "Are you going to participate in the Heavenly Selection Ceremony?"

Wuxianbi has a lonely temperament, but is very knowledgeable. She knows what the Heavenly Selection Ceremony means to the demon clan. She was slightly startled, and then a sarcastic smile appeared on her face. She looked at Xuanyuan Po and said mockingly: "Just because of your head Silly bear, how dare you hope to marry the Bai Emperor’s daughter?”

No matter how good-tempered Xuanyuan Po was, he couldn't bear it anymore and said in a low voice, "What do you know?"

Wuxianbi's eyes fell on his obviously shrunken and weak right arm, and he sneered: "I only know you are a waste."

Bie Yihong also noticed the strangeness of Xuanyuan Po's right arm, but his reaction was different from Wuxianbi's. He asked with a slightly strange expression: "You are cultivating the Heavenly Thunder Yin?"