At noon, the clouds and mists above the valley dissipated, and the sunlight pierced the sky like a sword, cutting off the haze of the mountain city.

Near the exit of the valley, near the school ground near the south gate of Shancheng, a ring competition is underway.

The host came on stage and said, "I will talk about the rules of hunting team assessment again.

"One, the ring battle, the champion will win ten consecutive games and be selected as a hunting team.

"Second, everyone has three chances to play and three chances to rest.

"Three, two people cannot fight repeatedly. Whether it is defending or fighting, the repeated battle results are ineffective.

"The main things to note are these three points. The hunting team selection competition begins now."

After the host finished speaking, several teenagers who were very confident in their strength immediately jumped into the arena in front of them.

On the northernmost ring, a boy holding one meter and two meters long yelled at the teenagers under the ring, "Jiang Xiong is guarding the ring, who will fight?"

These teenagers who participated in the assessment are about the same age and have grown up in the mountain city. They usually have contacts and general strength. Everyone knows their general strength.

Jiang Xiong's strength is definitely among the top ten among the younger generation, so the young man under the ring is unwilling to go on the ring when he sees it is him.

Jiang Xiong raised his sword high, laughed and shouted again: "Jiang Xiong is guarding the striking, who is fighting? Haha... a group of cowards who dare not fight,"

The referee next to him said, "If there is no one in a row to fight for the third time, the referee will identify the people below the stage to fight on stage. Those who do not plan to fight in this ring, please leave as soon as possible."

The people under the ring walked about halfway and went to other rings to find opportunities. Of course, some people came from other rings to below this ring.

The young man holding a three-foot bronze sword in his hand jumped onto the ring.

Jiang Xiong looked at Xu Yan on stage, especially when he saw the three-foot bronze sword in the other party's hand, as if he had discovered something very funny. He laughed: "Have I read it wrong? There is a swordsman who wants to participate in the assessment of our hunting team? Haha... Have you entered the wrong examination room? You should go to the city guard, haha..."

Sword weapons are weapons against people. People in the hunting team basically use swords and bows, and few use swords.

The archers in the hunting team are not evaluated here, but at the shooting range in the west of the city, so here is basically the world of swordsmen.

The other people under the ring then realized that there was an alien among them, and they couldn't help but laugh with Jiang Xiong.

Compared with the hunting team, the city guards are as comparative as the city management and the soldiers.

Therefore, there is a natural chain of contempt for swordsmen in the mountain city.

When the referee saw Xu Yan, he frowned and asked, "Little guy, have you been in the wrong assessment venue?"

Xu Yan took a deep breath and said, "No! I just want to join the hunting team."

The referees on the hunting team are naturally also swordsmen, and they also look down on swordsmen.

After hearing Xu Yan's words, he curled his lips and said to himself: "You don't know the height of the world!" Kindly remind you that if you don't listen, then wait and be embarrassed! How could the swordsman be the opponent of the swordsman? What's more, he is the best among the young swordsmans like Jiang Xiong!

Xu Yan held the bronze sword in his hand tightly, feeling the extension of his arm, as if blood-connected, recalling the adventure three days ago.

Three days ago, Xu Yan was practicing swords in the martial arts training ground as usual. When he was tired of putting down his sword and resting, he suddenly saw an identical bronze sword appearing on the table at the same time.

Xu Yan took it up in curiosity, but was stabbed for some reason. Then he obtained the magical inheritance of the sword cultivator inside.

In the sword cultivator inheritance obtained, the swordsman was described as the most powerful warrior in attack in the world, which was obviously inconsistent with his traditional concepts.

In the mountain city, everyone knows that in melee battles, the most powerful one is the swordsman, and there is no comparison between swordsman and swordsman.

For example, the ten most powerful people in the mountain city are all swordsmen.

For example, swordsmen can enter the hunting team, while swordsmen can only enter the city guards.

This is not a rigid rule, but even if the swordsman participates in the hunting team's assessment, he will not be able to get into the exam.

Even if the Sabrian is not selected after the assessment, he cannot join the hunting team and is unwilling to join the city guard. They have other better ways out.

"Prepare..." said the referee.

Jiang Xiong held the knife in both hands, the tip of the knife was lowered, and he lowered it in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and deliberately added a prefix: "Swordsman, Jiang Xiong, please give me advice."

Xu Yan replied with the same action: "Swordsman, Xu Yan, please give me advice."

The referee said: "Start!"

The referee's voice fell, and Jiang Xiong immediately lifted his knife and slashed at Xu Yan. Xu Yan shook his head and said, "It's too slow!" After saying that, his body shook, and the movements of the two on the ring stopped at the same time.

Jiang Xiong's sword was still holding up, while Xu Yan's sword had already been lit on his throat. The thickness of the fingernail could pierce his skin.

"The martial arts in the world are only fast and cannot be broken! It is worthy of being one of the highest inherited sword intents of sword cultivators..." Xu Yan sighed in his heart.

Jiang Xiong aimed at the tip of the sword on his throat with his eyes, sensed the sharp tip of the sword. Cold sweat emerged at a speed visible to the naked eye and flowed down like rain.

Jiang Xiong was just a 15 or 16-year-old boy, so where was he so close to death?

"I admit defeat, Xu Yan, be careful!"

Xu Yan looked at the referee, and the referee also recovered from the shock, looked at Xu Yan deeply, and announced loudly: "The winner, swordsman Xu Yan. Swordsman Xu Yan became the champion and began to defend the battle."

After the referee announced, Xu Yan took off his sword and stood on the ring, his eyes becoming more confident and sharper.

Jiang Xiong lowered his head and walked off the ring.

Unexpectedly, I lost, and lost to a swordsman. It was so embarrassing!

At this time, without the threat of death, Jiang Xiong realized that he had been defeated by a swordsman!

As the referee's voice fell, the swordsmen under the ring were in an uproar.

"What? Swordsmen? How could there be swordsmen on the assessment site of our hunting team?"

"Are you wrong? Jiang Xiong actually lost? He actually lost to a swordsman?"

"It's so ridiculous. A swordsman actually became our champion?"

"What a fast sword! The swordsman's sword can be so fast?"

"Jiang Xiong can't even catch one move? The gap in strength is too big, right? What level is the other party? He is a powerful warrior? He can't be an adult in the Gangqi realm, right?"

"It must be a powerful warrior! He is only about the same age as us, so how could he be a warrior in the Gangqi realm?

"Is this swordsman cheating?"
Chapter completed!