Many disciples who came to participate in the competition were arranged in the largest Jingyang Inn in the main city. This inn was huge enough to accommodate hundreds or even thousands of people. It was divided into many areas for the participating sects to choose from.【】

Because the Gulai Empire Fighting Tournament attracted many people to watch the battle, the inns in Jingyang City were full. The people in Jingyang City were very business-savvy and separated their houses with wooden boards.

Just a dozen square meters of space are rented to people who come to watch the game at the price of one day's hardware.

For cultivators, the price of hardware for a day is not low. As a result, many people arrive late and cannot find a place to stay. They can only camp in tents outside the city. At night, every tent outside the city will have luminous stones emitting light.

There are dots of stars, and the scene is quite spectacular.

Seeing this unprecedented grand occasion, Feng Yang couldn't help but sigh. No wonder everyone rushed to participate in the Gulai Empire's martial arts competition. If he really performed well in the competition, he would probably become famous in the Gulai Empire.

Entering the largest Jingyang Inn in Jingyang City, the identity of the deacon elder was recognized, which immediately caused quite a stir. Although each sect and religion can only have three participating disciples brought in by the person in charge, there are many sects.

, causing Jingyang Inn to be very lively.

When many people saw Feng Yang and others, they all showed expressions of either surprise or jealousy. Although many sects wanted to get close to each other, many small sects and sects wanted to get close to each other under the stern and cold expressions of the deacons and elders.

Many people have backed down, not wanting to go and humiliate themselves.

Some big sects regard Feiyun Sect as their formidable enemy, so naturally they will not try to get close to each other, nor will they talk nonsense when they are full and have nothing to do. It would be good if they win the game, but if they lose the game then, they will be the same.

It's better to take the humiliation, so it is most correct to choose the wait-and-see approach.

But there are some people who are unwilling to give up. An elder from Wanjian Sect came over with three disciples, stopped in front of the deacon elder, and said with a smile: "Chen Zheng, don't be sick, you can do it this time."

Be careful, we will definitely regain the first place honor."

"You say this once a year, and you will say it again at the next martial arts competition." The elder deacon said with a smile.

"It's hard to say whether there will be another generation of Feiyun Sect." The great elder of Wanjian Sect smiled, and immediately said to Feng Yang and others behind him: "Feng Yang, this is the disciple of Wanjian Sect, yours

opponent."

At this time, a young man behind the great elder of Wanjian Sect locked his eyes on Feng Yang, who looked like a weak scholar in a navy blue robe, and said coldly: "Are you Feng Yang?"

"Is something wrong?" Feng Yang asked calmly as his eyes fell on the young man.

"With me, Xu Hong, here, you will definitely lose this time." The young man said.

"I'll be with you anytime." Feng Yang said.

"I will definitely defeat you." Xu Hong said firmly.

"I will kill you." Feng Yang's eyes were sharp, and his tone was cold. His cold words seemed to freeze the air, making the participating disciples who looked at Feng Yang's expression and heard his voice not only feel horrified, but also beat him to death at every turn.

Kill, young people are so hot-blooded and violent. It is so good to be calm and make friends with force. What a good thing. Why insist on fighting to the death? Why bother.

Before the competition, Feiyun Sect and Wanjian Sect, who had been rivals for many years, had already formed a tense and incompatible atmosphere, which made people from many sects secretly rejoice, hoping that before the finals, Feiyun Sect would

He Wan Jian

Zong will have a life-and-death battle, which is called exciting. The snipe and the clam fight, and the fisherman wins. If the two start a fight before the game, both sides will lose, leaving other sects with a chance to compete for the championship. No matter what happens, they will fight for second place.

's ranking.

But how can the disciples of Feiyun Sect and Wanjian Sect be stupid enough to make people laugh? No matter how arrogant they are, no matter how determined they are to kill each other, they must put it into the competition to perform, and outside the competition

It would be unwise to put on a show like this.

There are still two days before the start of the competition. In these two days, the leaders of each sect need to gather for a meeting to discuss the competition and arrange some things. Therefore, many disciples are allowed to move around freely, but each of them is strictly prohibited from being a disciple of his own sect.

It's okay to cause trouble, use force with others, and kill others before the competition. If your own vitality is severely damaged, it will be more than worth the gain. After all, all the sects have been planning for this martial arts meeting for two years.

At that time, Wanjian Sect, Baihua Valley, and Xiayi Sect were all little-known sects when they were first established. It was precisely because of their amazing performance in martial arts competitions that attracted everyone's attention that they grew and grew at an alarming rate.

As he continued, his performance in martial arts competitions became increasingly higher and higher, and to this day, he has become one of the most powerful forces in the Gulai Empire, which makes people admire him endlessly.

Therefore, for this martial arts meeting, each sect regards it as a platform to promote their own sect, and they all hope to perform in the martial arts meeting to attract the attention of the world, and also achieve the goal of Wanjian Sect, Baihua Valley, etc.

The myths of chivalrous sects and other sects.

At night, many people have already entered a deep sleep, but there are still a group of people who use the beautiful quiet time to intensify their practice. This kind of meditation practice not only does not make people mentally tired, but also makes people feel refreshed after exiting the state of practice.

Feeling refreshed and full of energy, you can recover more energy than deep sleep.

Every practitioner knows this situation, but not everyone can endure this boring practice all the time. After all, compared to boring practice, a good sleep on such a beautiful night always makes people feel better.

People feel more comfortable.

The difference between a truly strong person and an ordinary master is this. To become a strong person, enduring loneliness, getting used to loneliness, and even falling in love with loneliness is a required course.

As for Feng Yang, Hua Tian and others, they were also part of a small training team.

The next day.

Feng Yang originally planned to continue practicing, but was awakened by a knock on the door. When he opened the door and saw Wu Hua, he left the room with Wu Hua.

Walking downstairs, Wu Huahe, who was as resolute and handsome as a tough guy, with clear features and gentle features, attracted the attention of many people, who looked at them with looks that were either startling, envious, or murderous.

, let the wind

Yang finally discovered a bad thing about the too strong Yuanhun power. On this occasion, in this place, the Yuanhun power was too strong, and every glance could be sensed quite clearly, which made Feng Yang feel like he was being regarded as a fool.

It feels like watching a monkey.

"This feels so good." Wu Hua said softly when he noticed a series of eyes with different expressions along the way.

"It's so cool." Feng Yangnai curled his lips. If his soul power was not strong, he would probably feel very happy. But now Feng Yang feels very awkward.

Just imagine if you knew that you were being watched by several eyes from all directions while taking a shower, you would feel very uncomfortable.

"How about we find a place to drink?" Hua Tian suggested. He has been influenced by his father since he was a child. Under the influence, Hua Tian also has the bold temperament of a knight-errant. When he was a child, he especially admired his father's expression when he drank heavily.

That cheerful, wild and domineering atmosphere.

"Good suggestion." Feng Yang nodded and smiled, and then walked majestically through the lobby of Jingyang Inn under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes.

Hua Tian was the same, with a smile on his face and walked calmly and indifferently, not paying attention to what was going on around him.

After Feng Yang and Hua Tian left, everyone couldn't help but remember the free and easy appearance of the two. Some people from the small sect said without being bitter: "Damn it, these two guys are so impressive.

"

"If you could represent the Feiyun Sect in the Gulai Empire Martial Arts Tournament instead of representing the Caihua Sect, you would be able to show off your skills," someone said jokingly.

"That's because I had a stomachache and didn't make it to Feiyunmen's admissions meeting two years ago..."

"Otherwise you will be the first to be eliminated."

"Tai, I am a storyteller."

Feng Yang and Hua Tian found a small inn in Jingyang City and planned to have a drink in this small inn.

There were many spectators who came to visit the martial arts competition. Even the small inn that had been deserted in the past was lucky enough to be full of guests. The innkeeper increased the price several times, but still could not stop the steady flow of customers. Le's Inn

The shopkeeper always wakes up laughing when he goes to bed at night.

You can use one sentence to describe the small inns in Jingyang City: if they don’t open for two years, they will eat for two years if they open.

The small inns in Jingyang City usually don't have much business, usually only three or two cats and dogs, but the income from these few days is enough to cover the next two years of consumption, and it can also

There is a balance.

It was noon at this time, and there were many people in the lobby of the small inn, but it was not full. After all, most of the people who came to watch the game were practitioners. Before the game started, these people were either practicing in the inn room, or else they were

Go to Jingyangfang City to search for treasures, or go out of the city to find World of Warcraft to practice martial arts.

These people saw two young men with impressive weapons and extraordinary bearings walking in. Although their identities could not be revealed, they all knew that they must be here to participate in a martial arts competition, and they probably belonged to a good sect.

Feng Yang and Wu Hua directly found a seat close to the door and asked for some good wine and food. They filled a large bowl of wine and started drinking.

"When I was a kid, I didn't know why my father couldn't let go of wine. No matter where he went, he couldn't do without wine. Now I have begun to understand that wine is a good thing, and the stronger it is, the better. After drinking it, there is always an indescribable feeling.

"With a large bowl of strong wine in the bowl, Wu Hua raised his head and drank it. He boldly touched his mouth full of wine with his sleeve and said with a smile.

"Father?" Feng Yang was suddenly startled, looking a little dazed. Hearing such a sensitive address from his father touched the most fragile chord in his heart. His mother left him, and he really wanted to know the whereabouts and identity of his father.

.

"What kind of person is my father?" Feng Yang's expression flashed with sadness, he picked up a bowl of wine and drank it.

"Are you worried?" Hua Tianren was careless and not rough, and when he saw Feng Yang looking a little strange, he asked aloud.

"It's okay." Feng Yang said.

"No matter what happens, you will have our group of brothers to carry it with you. What are brothers? Brothers have wine to drink with, women to play with, and fights with to have brothers. What are you afraid of? Come and drink."

Hua Tian filled a large bowl of wine for himself, poured another bowl for Feng Yang, lifted a large bowl and handed it to Feng Yang.

"Drink." Hua Tian's words made Feng Yang feel a warm current flowing in his heart. Those loneliness and hesitations suddenly disappeared, and the indifferent smile that seemed to not care about anything appeared on his face again.
Chapter completed!