At about nine o'clock, the warrior meeting will start on time.

Naturally, another leader's speech.

The leaders whom I don’t see much on weekdays all emerged and said a lot of things that have nothing to do with the competition.

When the real game started, it was already 10:30 in the morning.

The first thing to be held is the junior group competition.

The number of people in the junior group was the largest, reaching more than 3,000.

This is the first time the junior group had already played preliminaries in various divisions, and most of the people were eliminated.

Otherwise, the number of people will be at least 100,000.

These quasi-warriors from level 1 to level 5 were fighting fiercely on dozens of rings.

Under the ring, the audience kept shouting and boiling.

But most of these people are ordinary people.

These junior group competitions are only attractive to ordinary people.

There is no attraction for those quasi-warriors and warriors of higher levels.

Zhang Fan was in the contestants' rest area and was so bored that he yawned.

Almost fell asleep.

At this moment, his shoulder was slapped heavily.

Then, a rough voice rang behind him: "Brother Zhang Fan, you are here too!"

When Zhang Fan heard this voice, he knew that this person was Mo Xi.

Looking back, Mo Xi, who was tall and big, was standing behind him with a smile, holding a giant sword of two meters long.

Next to him was his sister Mochou.

Mo Chou also carried a giant sword that was two meters long.

Compared with her petite figure, there is a big contrast.

Coupled with her beautiful face and neither fat nor thin figure, she quickly attracted the attention of many people.

Mochou obviously enjoyed it very much.

She has been the focus of people's attention since she was a child. After becoming a warrior at the age of 30, she was regarded as a genius goddess by many men.

Of course, this also made her develop a proud personality.

She didn't even look at Zhang Fan, and said to Mo Xi: "Brother, I said, don't waste time on such people."

Mo Xi waved his hand and said, "I have said that Brother Zhang Fan is not an ordinary person. An eighteen-year-old warrior is already a super genius."

Mo Chou gave Mo Xi a blank look and said, "By drinking it with the potion, even beggars on the street can become warriors. What's the use of such a warrior? Even a level 10 quasi-warrior can easily destroy him."

It is really unbelievable to be able to achieve a warrior at the age of eighteen.

The only explanation is probably that I drink potions all day long before I become a warrior.

Such warriors only have their level reached the level of warriors.

His true strength is probably worse than a level 10 quasi-warrior.

Mochou, who practices by himself and breaks through to a warrior at the age of 30, naturally looks down on such a person.

Zhang Fan smiled indifferently, but did not explain.

Mo Xizhe patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder: "Don't mind, my little sister is like this."

Mo Xi originally wanted to sit with Zhang Fan to watch the game, but he always felt that Zhang Fan was not like an ordinary person.

But Mochou was unwilling to sit with a potion warrior like Zhang Fan, so Moxi could only smile at Zhang Fan awkwardly, and then left with Mochou.

Zhang Fan didn't care about a arrogant woman like Mochou.

Anyway, all he wants is a champion, and anything else is just a cloud for him.

...

Because there are many rings, the competition is also going fast.

By six o'clock in the afternoon, the junior group competition was over.

After an hour of rest, at 7 o'clock in the afternoon, the intermediate group competition continued.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the intermediate group competition was already over.

The competition organizing committee announced that today's competition ends here.

The advanced group competition will continue tomorrow.

...

The next day at noon, twelve o'clock.

The competition in the senior group was finally late.

At this time, people's emotions have reached their peak.

In the advanced group, that is a duel between warriors and warriors.

A showdown between real strong men.

Most of them rarely see warriors on weekdays, let alone show the duel between warriors.

This martial arts conference provides such an opportunity for everyone to see the battle between warriors.

Ordinary people are just watching the fun;

Those practitioners learn something from the battle between warriors.

After the competition officially began, some warriors went on stage to compete one after another, each with their own victory or defeat.

Not long after, it was Sima Yu's turn to come to the stage.

As soon as he walked onto the ring, a burst of cheers rang out under the ring.

"Sima Great Good Man!"

"Sima Great Good Man!"

"Sima Great Good Man!"

The entire competition venue was like boiling boiling water.

Obviously, this is by far the most popular player.

After all, Sima's great charity is famous.

Who wouldn’t support such a powerful, talented and caring person?

One woman even screamed at the top of her voice: "Sima Daliang, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

The other women were immediately dissatisfied: "You are the only one? Are you worthy of Sima's good man? She looks like a pig, and even if she is born, she can only give birth to a litter of piglets."

The woman said with her plump breasts before, "As long as she can give Sima Dashan a life, let alone give birth to a litter of piglets, even if she gives birth to a litter of maggots, I will do it. How about it?"

Sima Yu on the ring almost spit out a mouthful of blood when he heard this.

Can you be more normal?

You can be my mother, what kind of child?

A nest of maggots was born, why don’t you die?

When Zhang Fan heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

However, it can also be seen from this that Sima Yu is so popular.

It is definitely the well-deserved popularity king of this conference.

On the rostrum, the leaders of the Warriors Association and leaders from all walks of life felt the changes in Sima Yu's aura. They were all secretly surprised.

Among those leaders, there were warriors, and they said in surprise:

"When he signed up, he was a junior warrior, right? Why has he become an intermediate warrior now?"

"Obviously, it's a breakthrough."

"But I'm only thirty years old, I've reached an intermediate warrior? This... is definitely the youngest intermediate warrior in history!"

"Yes, so Sima Yu is a genius."

"No wonder he became the focus of the Warriors Association."

"President Wen, President Liu, it is really gratifying that your martial artists association has such a genius."

Wen Yangming nodded and replied with a smile: "Yes, this Sima Yu is definitely a genius among geniuses. The youngest intermediate warrior in history will have unlimited achievements in the future."

Vice President James Liu just nodded politely.

His eyes were always staring at Zhang Fan.

Only he knew that compared to Zhang Fan, Sima Yu was not even considered a Mao.
Chapter completed!