Because I'm worthy!
Zhao Quyu has gone through the peace and forbearance of the past, and the confidence and ostentatiousness of his face at this time are completely opposite to the past!
Even the brothers of the same clan who were together day and night could not believe that this was the eldest son of the Zhao family who had almost lost his presence because of his low-key nature.
"Brother...you?"
Zhao Qian covered her cherry lips and looked at Zhao Quyu in disbelief before walking straight to the area of ​​Yuntai Sect.
"The person who comes will stop. Today is the day of the election of Thousand Sects. This place is occupied by the Yuntai Sect, the second-class sect, and idle people are not allowed to approach."
Two sword-holding disciples walked out with cold eyes and didn't care about the gorgeous clothes Zhao Quyu was wearing.
Zhao Quyu said with neither humility nor arrogant fists, "Yuntai Sect is my Tianwu Sect, and I am eager for it. I come here to join the sect."
"I would say that, but my Yuntai Sect is not something you can come if you want to." Although the arrogant and cold eyes of the disciple holding the sword eased a little, he was still not polite.
"Naturally, I don't know what conditions are required to join Yuntai Sect?"
"Simple. Thousand Sects are elected, and those who are above and below the second level of the cyclone can be undefeated in the ten rounds of the arena will be admitted to the outer sect."
"Those who are under 22 years old, with a cyclone level or above, and those who are unbeaten in the ring for five rounds will enter the inner sect."
"A person under 22 years old, with a cyclone level above seventh level, and unbeaten in the ring for three rounds, will enter the true transmission."
"If you are not enough to have the second level of cyclone, move."
After saying that, the disciple holding the sword kept silent again and looked at Zhao Quyu with a cold look. This was also the only effect of Zhao Quyu's dressing temperament. If it were someone else, I would probably ignore it.
At this moment, the children of the Zhao family had followed three feet away. They did not dare to step forward under the gaze of many practitioners, and looked at Zhao Quyu's back nervously.
Zhao Yuanchen, the third young master with the highest cultivation level in the past, had reached the third level of cyclone a few months ago, but unfortunately he died tragically in Jinyang City.
The eldest son Zhao Quyu, however, had no progress after entering the cyclone at the age of eighteen. Everyone saw it for a whole year. How could he be qualified at this moment?
When Zhao Quyu heard the words of the disciples of Yuntai Sect, a calm smile appeared on his face and his sleeves shook lightly.
A cyclone exploded gently.
The two sword-holding disciples raised their eyebrows and left a little more eyesight.
The same clan behind Zhao Quyu was already staring wide in surprise, but the surprise brought to them by the eldest son was far more than that.
The second sound, the third sound...
Until the seventh sound appears!
"Zhao Quyu, a member of the Zhao family in Yuliang, Nanjun, is 19 years old. Please ask your two brothers to guide you."
The Zhao family's children had already opened their mouths and could not close them. The two sword-holding disciples had already smiled, "Haha, it turns out that they are young, and they entered the seventh level of the cyclone at the age of nineteen. In the future, they will definitely be the true disciple of a certain elder. I hope my junior brother will support him more in the future."
"Hangyang."
"Cai Qingyan."
"Junior Brother Zhao, please!"
The two of them already called their junior brother in words, and they were so intimate that they were several times more intimate than before.
The eldest son of the Zhao family stood up and walked into the place behind Yuntai Sect.
The seventh level of the cyclone realm at the age of nineteen is worthy of any sect to treat him.
This is the status of practitioners of the Tianwu Dynasty!
"Would you like to participate in the first battle and guard the ring?"
"Can."
Zhao Quyu stepped onto the ring with his head held high, with a dragon and phoenix posture.
The Zhao family, except for the old servant Liu Guo, everyone else could not calm down for a long time. Only at this moment did they realize how sharp the eldest son of their family was.
Zhao Quyu's heart was even more thrilled. He had been waiting for this moment for too long!
Today is the time for him to rise here.
...
Between the heaven and earth, the snow fluttered down, and the blazing shore of the Pushui River was enough to melt the snow and steam the mist.
There was a lot of people on the high platform built by Jinyang. The little princess secretly yawned, found an excuse to leave the banquet. On the side of the banquet was an observation deck made of a hundred-year-old bluestone.
Standing here, the surroundings are clear and you can see the scene below at a glance.
The old servant Li Bo has always followed three steps slowly.
"Princess, are you tired? But if the prince can see your performance just now, he will be extremely relieved."
Yan Yao pouted in dissatisfaction and wanted to have an attack, but when she thought that there were many people from the world behind her, she couldn't help but sigh, and her bright little face became majestic again.
"Hmph, my father will not be relieved, he will only demand more strictly. I can still study hard in Jiujiang Palace. At this moment, I can only watch these old guys intrigue and laugh hard."
"If I hadn't been talented and intelligent, I would have been plotted by the ulterior motives Lu Zhanli just now."
"This kind of bad guy should be dealt with by Shi Yuanshui."
Although from a distance, Princess Jiujiang, dressed in Xingyue Palace, is still generous and dignified, if you hear these complaints, you may be amused and crying.
Bo Li smiled bitterly and said, "Princess is careful when speaking, be careful of the walls."
"Isn't this Li Uncle? Well? That big fat man... hehe, the person who hit him was actually popped up." Seeing the situation below accidentally, Yan Yao smiled so hard that her eyes bent, "That little thinner is thinner than this princess, why is she so ungrateful!"
After saying that, Yan Yao also compared her arms as if she was demonstrating, but the movement had no momentum.
A little thin man who was not a few inches taller than her rushed towards a figure like a hill with bare hands. As a result, he was still moved and he was bounced two feet away.
"I wonder who the princess thinks can win this battle?"
Uncle Li glanced at the direction of the ring, narrowed his eyes and said.
Yan Yao said in surprise: "Is there still a change? The fat man only needs a slap in his hand to slap the little thin man away."
Bo Li smiled and said, "Since the princess is optimistic about the obese person, the old slave will say that the thin person will win."
Yan Yao's eyes finally rose in her excitement. She narrowed her eyes proudly, and her voice was full of confidence: "Then I will win."
When the two looked again, they saw the thin man, a kite, flipped over and rose from the spot, then ran to the ground like a wolf, with a speed of 50% faster than before! They kept the same posture as the previous move.
The fat man slapped his backhand again, and snowflakes within ten feet of his body collapsed at the same time. The momentum was like a huge wave. If it was hit hard, the opponent's physique might not have been shot to death.
However, as soon as she finished speaking, a sudden change occurred on the ring. A hook suddenly shot out from the thin man's sleeve. He flew around his opponent's neck in a flash. His figure took advantage of the momentum and passed over the opponent's head.
Put the ground, tighten the rope, and pull it hard.
The body weighing more than 300 kilograms fell to the ground.
Yan Yao exclaimed because the thin little man in her eyes actually landed on the ground, and raised his foot and stepped hard on the straight hook lock.
The rope tangled with stainless steel instantly cut into the opponent's throat.
A blood mist spurted out from the neck, and the fat man's struggled paused, and then he no longer resisted.
"Die...?" Yan Yao covered her cherry lips, her eyes full of fear and disbelief.
"Uncle Li, isn't this the Thousand Sects' election? How could anyone die?!"
There were tremors in Yan Yao's voice, because she also saw that whether it was the sect that presided over the ring or the people watching around, their reactions were too calm.
Bo Li sighed, "Because this arena is not owned by ordinary sects, but belongs to the Tianwu Military Machinery Sect [Imperial Wu Pavilion]."
"If anyone who guards the ring on the Huangwu Pavilion are not willing to admit defeat, he will fight until he dies!"
"This is the world of practitioners. If you don't enter, you will die."
"The prince has made a lot of effort to arrange for you to come here alone. Princess, do you still have to go down and watch?" The old man leaned over respectfully.
Yan Yao stared at the blood-stained ring and the defender who was dragged away like a dead pig. The emotions in her eyes began to gradually disappear.
"Go, why don't I go?"
Bo Li looked up in shock and saw only the beautiful face that charmed all living beings at such a young age.
"Get the cloak of this palace."
Yan Yao turned around and left the observation deck, walked slowly down the stone steps towards...
Huangwu Pavilion.
At this moment, at the end of the Pushui River, one man and one rider appeared.
Black armor, black gun, black sword.
The man in armor led his horse and walked towards the Huangwu Pavilion with a slow step.
The snowflakes slid down the iron armor, covering his steps until he stood in front of the blood-stained arena.
"This place is the Emperor Wu Pavilion of the Seventy-Two Cave Heavens. Our sect is in the ring, regardless of life or death. If the opponent admits defeat, you cannot pursue it."
"Who is coming!" shouted the gangster.
There were swords and guns, and a piece of iron armor made a sound, which was amazing.
The figure raised his head gently, revealing a cold face.
Chapter completed!