Scum Coercion

And a referee-like person next to him announced loudly.

The onlookers below burst into applause.

"This group has already selected candidates, and the hero post is from Feihumen."

Cheers erupted from below.

And the referee also handed the winner a red card.

After accepting the post, Wang Hu, who also had some wounds on his body, stepped off the stage ecstatically.

I stared blankly at that, almost drooling.

Great, this is the martial arts conference.

In order to select as many elites as possible, should we let the talented people be eliminated first?It must be a different scene when we arrive at Shaolin Temple.

I was full of joy and thought about going there to open my eyes, and I finally found a place with a flag to sign up.

"Excuse me, how do I sign up for the martial arts conference?"

The man took one look at me and gave me a form.

"Fill in the information, and I will give you a group and an announcement later. There are 10 people in a group, and one person in each group can get a hero post."

"What? So intense?"

"Yes."

In a trance, I was pushed to a place next to it that was similar to a waiting area, and there were men standing or sitting next to them with weapons...even women.

There is a woman? ? !

No, no, no, what am I making such a fuss about? The Emei sect is famous all over the world. It is all women, and there are some sects that only accept women or have female apprentices.

Calm down, don't make a fuss, isn't Zhiyuan also good at martial arts?

Because 10% of the people in the venue are women, I feel a little complicated and a little excited, but I am also a little worried about whether they can survive the brutal battle. After all, women are still physically weak some.

His eyes swept over quickly, and it turned out that most of the men here have been with their seniors since childhood, and they rarely have the opportunity to meet women.

Ah ah ah no matter why I have to explain to myself!

After that, I started to pay attention to the situation in the ring with all my attention.

It was a well-arranged gossip formation, quite handsome.A group of people will generally be arranged to walk onto the ring from 10 directions as evenly as possible, and then wait for the referee's order to start the game.

Once the match starts, it immediately becomes a fierce Shura arena above, usually men, occasionally mixed with women, all use their life force to defeat the opponent, no matter it is wide-open boxing, palm, or will. As far as fine swordsmanship and flexible spearmanship are used.

"Amazing."

I exclaimed.

Suddenly, someone next to him spoke in a weak voice.

"These are just small roles. The real big sects don't need to pass this selection, they will directly send hero posts, such as Wuyue Sword Sect, Shaolin Wudang Emei..."

"Wow...brother, you are..."

I looked at the man next to him with a blindfold on one eye, and was amazed.

And he smiled amiably.

"I am the same as you, and I am a person who has longing for the martial arts conference."

"Oh... But what you said, is it true that the big sect can let disciples be escorted? I don't understand."

"This is an open regulation. After all, this martial arts world is supported by great sects."

"Oh, that's what I said."

"However, this kind of selection is held in Luoyang, Beijing, and Hangzhou. The purpose is to let people from small and medium sects participate. Because the martial arts conference is about the leader of the martial arts, everyone is very active. It's a pity that so many sects won the championship. .”

"That's... of course."

I shrugged wryly.The martial arts conference is a stage for each sect to show itself. If one's disciples fight well, the sect's reputation will be boosted. The final master battle is the most critical finale to determine the leader of the martial arts alliance.Because it is impossible for famous seniors in the world to fight each other, in short, the martial arts leader uses a special calculation method to let the heads of several great sects compete in martial arts.

After all, I didn't expect to be the leader of martial arts, it has nothing to do with me.

After several rounds of elimination, a few more people were lucky enough to get hero posts.

"The next round, the Zhu Family Escort, Zhu Zeyu..."

Led by me, the referee reported the names of 10 more people.

And I stood on one side first, calmly waiting for the people who were shouted to come up one by one.

Finally, the referee shouted in a little surprise.

"Hundred Flower Palace, Mo."

With this sound, a woman slowly stepped forward from the stage.

The whole audience let out low exclamations.

Not only me, but everyone else on the field was taken aback.

It was a slender girl in a blue gauze dress, and her braided hair was warmed by a red ribbon. The willow-leaf eyebrows were sexy and seductive, and her black and white eyes were full of strong personal will. Her face without makeup was vermilion and moist, and her cherry lips were like two petals.