Fighter of the Destiny

The process of the Chosen Ceremony is indeed very simple and fast. As the battle progressed, only half of the candidates were left in each round, so it went faster and faster. It was still early, and more than half of the whole process was already underway.

The final winner has been decided in many arenas, and fierce competition begins according to division. The final candidates for the arenas near the palace and castle tower had been selected very early, because no one dared to challenge those few.

Xiaode, the second prince of Daxizhou, and the mysterious young man wearing a hat, stood in their respective places.

The demon people looked at the lonely but proud figures on the stage, their eyes full of awe and admiration.

The most eye-catching thing is Xiao De, the strongest man in the mesozoic generation of the monster clan. The combat power he showed in the previous battle is really terrifying. Whether it is the deputy commander of the Red River Demon Guard or the demon generals, under his None of his men could walk more than a few rounds.

This is a matter of course.

As Wang Po advanced to the sacred realm, Xiao Zhang was wanted by the Zhou court, and he is now ranked second on the free list.

Naturally, the mainland powerhouses in the sacred realm will not come to participate in the Heavenly Selection Ceremony. It is impossible for the reclusive elders from the sects in Tiannan to shamelessly come to marry His Highness Luoluo. So unless the Prince of Liang and his grandson come in person, or the top ranking divine generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty come, who will be his opponent? ?

Just like what most ordinary people in Baidi City think.

In the end, being able to marry His Highness Luoluo, endure the baptism of wild fire, and become the next generation of White Emperor, of course he should be a small virtue.

Little De knows more secrets than ordinary people, but he thinks so too.

This is the self-confidence that a strong man in mainland China must have. More importantly, no matter what the Empress thinks, no matter what kind of political struggle is hidden behind the Tianxuan Code, since he has to act in accordance with the rules of his ancestors, he cannot fail. , because no one can defeat him.

He stood quietly on the ring, feeling the looks from around him, without being intoxicated or impatient.

The other figures in the arena were equally calm. Whether it was the young man wearing a hat, the second prince of Daxizhou, or those powerful monsters, they were all real big shots, and they were used to being the focus of public attention.

At this time, they only need to wait calmly for the last few candidates to appear.

As for whether those candidates will have any impact on them, they don't care at all. People who can survive so many battles must not be simple. What great people can appear in those remote and poor neighborhoods? How can they threaten them?

At this time, some people's eyes moved downwards, showing curious expressions.

The Imperial Palace and the castle tower are both high up. If you want to get there, you can either go around by the ramp, or go straight up the ladder in the center of the city.

There was a heavy sound coming from the bottom of the ladder, which sounded like a war drum.

The people knew that it was probably not a war drum, because it was too early for the sunset, and it had not yet come to the end of the Heavenly Selection Ceremony. So what is this sound? Why is it so heavy, yet so exciting, as if even the breath of wild fire has become stronger?

Ripples suddenly appeared on the water surface around the castle tower. The young man wearing a hat watched quietly, wondering if he saw anything.

The second prince of Daxizhou looked at the fine dust rising between the stone bricks in front of the imperial city, raised his eyebrows slightly, and didn't know what he thought of.

Xiaode looked in the direction of the ladder, his expression slightly stern, and he didn't know what he felt.

For strong men like them, they had naturally already heard that the sound coming from below was not the sound of war drums, but the sound of footsteps.

The question is how many people walking at the same time would produce such a vibration, causing the water next to the castle tower to ripple and the bricks in front of the imperial city to tremble slightly?

How neat should those people's footsteps be, so that they don't appear noisy and chaotic at all, but instead stir like war drums?

More and more eyes looked downward.

Gradually, the eyes full of awe or admiration that once looked at Xiaode and the Prince of Daxizhou turned into shock.

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Many people appeared on the ladder, wearing simple and plain clothes. Some people's clothes were even a little tattered and exuded a dirty smell.

They were obviously from the lower city, maybe even the Binjiang area.

Those gorgeously dressed upper town residents would definitely laugh at the tattered clothes of these poor people if they saw them. If those aristocratic ladies who carry many sachets with them smell the smell of sweat emanating from these poor people. , will inevitably cover his mouth and nose, showing a look of disdain. But today they don't do that because there are too many of these poor people.

The ladder was so dark that they couldn't even count how many people there were, which made them feel fear subconsciously.

The people walked in silence, looking like a tide, which soon submerged the ladder, and then spread towards the front of the imperial city.

The officials responsible for maintaining order naturally thought of the so-called civil uprising, and their expressions suddenly changed, but then they discovered that this was not the case. Because although you can see fanaticism on the faces of the poor people from the lower city, you can't see madness, but more awe and yearning.

Do these people want to take advantage of the Heavenly Selection Ceremony to come to the Imperial City, which is usually inaccessible, to watch the excitement?

That's not right, because they are very silent, and their faces don't have the usual shy and uneasy look on the faces of poor people. Instead, they look particularly proud.

The most important thing is that these poor people did not even glance at the majestic imperial city, they just looked ahead.

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Seeing this scene, many big figures from the demon clan frowned, including Madam Mu who was sitting in front of the highest stone palace at this time.

A demon court minister asked with a sullen face: "What on earth is going on?"

When the people left the lower city, officials had already gone to inquire, and the reason was quickly determined.

An official reported in a low voice: "It is said that he came with a candidate."

The demon court minister looked slightly strange and said: "What kind of people can be in a place like the lower city? Even if there is, why are there so many people following him?"

It is very common for people to follow the winning candidates and come to the imperial city to watch the excitement.

But what was unusual today was that there were too many people from the lower city following the candidate.

Moreover, the mood of the people in these lower towns is somewhat different from usual.

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The poor people who came from the lower city did not look at the imperial city or the castle tower, but just looked ahead.

There is a person in front of them.

He was an ordinary-looking, almost dull young man from the Bear Clan with a calm expression.

The bear tribe young man was wearing simple and clean clothes, with an ordinary appearance and nothing special about him.

But many big figures from the Monster Clan have noticed that the onlookers who came down to the city deliberately kept a distance from the Bear Clan young man.

If the people in the lower city were like the tide, the young man from the Bear Tribe was like a rock, and all the seawater receded into the distance in fear.

This distance may mean awe.

The people in the lower city looked at the bear youth with awe in their eyes.

In addition to awe, there is also enthusiasm and a touch of confusion.

It was as if they had been shocked too much and still hadn't fully woken up.

What happened?