Three days later, the world of "China Ones".

Guangzhou City.

In the suburbs, there is a quiet pavilion in the middle of the night.

In the darkness, the figures were staggering, and they were both wary of each other, with at least one meter apart.

Xia Yan wore a black cloak and used his hood to cover up his face. If he really didn't want to expose it, according to Yan Xian's statement, he could wear a mask to be a cold masked man, a type of person who doesn't talk much.

After he arrived, he found that 90% of the people present were dressed similarly to him, and they were covered with hands, and their skin would not be exposed.

No one talks, and the atmosphere is terrible.

In the wilderness, the sound of the night wind whistling is particularly true.

As a participant in the "Imperial Examination" in the Light Realm, Xia Yan secretly compared it and twitched.

Sure enough, the "ring" of the dark world.

The opening contestants showed their darkness and coldness.

"Dadadada—"

Soon, a sound of horse hooves broke the silence.

"All people are here?" But a female voice, the manager who was responsible for counting the number of people, quickly trotted to the horse, clasped his fists at the woman in a black robe on the horse's back, and reported: "There are still seven people who have not arrived."

“No need to wait.”

The woman waved her hand, and she was able to act so that Xia Yan and the waiters could detect the cold gaze that was scanning her under her hood.

So, the woman was riding a horse in front, and the gangsters from the managers and the dark food industry escorted the stage players and walked on both sides of them. The group was so powerful that they deviated from the official road and headed towards a powerful fort in the mountains and suburbs.

A dock can be understood as a Chinese-style castle.

From a distance, the fort located at the foot of the mountain was square in shape. When she was actually standing at the gate of the fort, Xia Yan couldn't help but stretch out his hand to gesture, and saw that the "city wall" in front of her was seven or eight meters high.

There are regular holes distributed on the wall, which are arrow holes.

If it weren't for the circumference of the fort, the houses were still distributed in a mess, and they looked like a clean small village. Xia Yanzhen suspected that this fort was a powerful private land with the ability to separatist and protect themselves in troubled times.

The buildings inside are dense and there is not enough light.

Everyone was in a straight line. As they walked, another door hole appeared in front of them, and another fortress stretched across their sight.

"Bang--"

The thick door closed behind everyone. The dark world minions who had previously hidden behind the door also put down the horizontal wood and then stood under the dim light of the lantern with their hands in their hands, with a solemn expression and motionless, just like a Terracotta Warrior.

The woman who was leading the way on horseback abandoned her horse and walked up a narrow staircase.

Xia Yan looked at her back and felt familiar.

It is better to say that it is a fortress in the building than to say that it is a fortress.

The structure is similar to the earthen building, the square patio area is completely empty, and you can see the starry sky full of stars by looking up.

The three-story buildings on all sides were hung with lanterns one by one. The audience seemed to be impatient when they saw that the contestants finally arrived, crowded to the railings and pointed at the patio below.

"This is not going well."

"That's just this guy?"

"About 100 people, 10 people are in a group, exactly 10 groups. If only one person is selected in each group, it will soon be a fierce showdown between ten qualified people!"

These spectators are men and women, old and young, but if they regard them as ordinary passers-by, they are very wrong.

Xia Yan swept his eyes and found several familiar faces near the railing on the second floor nearest to him.

‘Dumpling Brothers’?

The figure of one tall and one thin one was highly concerned at the Paradise Forum a while ago. There are screenshots of characters from various angles. Although Xia Yan did not personally participate in the Guangzhou Spring Festival Dumpling Conference, he can also remember the appearance of important characters from these screenshots.

Hiss, there is also an elder of the Guangzhou Kitchen Association?

Almost met the other party's eyes, Xia Yan quickly lowered his hood.

The reason why he knew this elder was because he settled in the residence of Elder Guan. As the head of the chef association, Elder Guan often entertained these colleagues who came to visit. Xia Yan always met when he entered and left the residence.

"Compared with the official assessment of the Light Realm, why does this 'ag arena' in the dark realm feel like a martial arts conference?" Xia Yan complained secretly.

It’s not that this elder is a 25-year-old or something, and he is likely to be invited to attend the grand event.

Xia Yan carefully observed the people next to him.

In addition to him, other "players" obviously also discovered that they did not act as calm as they were on the road. Some people still shouted softly, and then fell into a suspicious state of muttering.

"Why are there many time-honored owners in Guangzhou?"

"Hey, isn't that boss Han from the 'Dongjiang Restaurant'? I heard that his son Han Wu was eliminated in the 'Imperial Examination'. He suddenly evaporated in the world these days. Could it be..."

Hearing someone's comment, Xia Yan subconsciously turned his eyes to a tall figure in a black robe.

This person, among the "sports" crowd, is like an iron tower, with a striking figure.

The fierce man who was attracted by others made a hum, as if he was disdainful to explain something, but it also had a default meaning.

"Damn, it's not the same group, aren't it?"

Xia Yan's mouth twitched, "I hope some tough guys will come, otherwise the 'bomb cards' I prepared will seem meaningless."

The words are finished.

The shoulder was gently patted.

"Mr. Yan, please come over and talk." A dark world minion said politely that he and the guards around him were all in the same leather armor, cloak, and waist knife outfits.

When Xia Yan heard that it was Mr. Yan, he had no doubts. He nodded and followed the soldier up the stairs.

His figure, who came out of the crowd and left the "seller" crowd, naturally attracted a large number of attention.

At first it caused a surprising discussion.

However, when the soldiers saw Xia Yan leading him over the second floor, going straight to the third floor, and the guards between the second and third floors quickly gave up the passage, the sounds suddenly disappeared.

"disciple!"

"Who is under the throne?!"

Third floor.

Compared with the crowded second-floor stands, the situation on this floor is like a poor business in the inn lobby. There are tables, even if there are people sitting, and there is no scene of gathering together in groups of three or five, drinking and having tea.

So, it is obvious that the "spectators" on this floor are truly real people in the dark cuisine industry.

Xia Yan walked to a elegant seat isolated by a bamboo curtain and saw the old acquaintance Yan Xian, smiling and not wearing shoes. She sat cross-legged on the couch, and supported a short-legged tea table with her elbows. There was a copper aromatherapy stove on the table, and a curling smoke came out.

Xia Yan couldn't help but feel dazed in a trance, thinking that there was a famous Wei and Jin scholar who was taking drugs sitting on the couch.

"Come on?" Yan Xian continued to support his cheek with his hands, raised his other hand, and waved it casually.

"sit--"

Seeing Xia Yan looking at him with a strange look, Yan first patted the wooden couch under his butt, then pointed to the empty seat next to the coffee table, and explained:

"You are different, you don't have to participate in rounds of selection, so you can sit leisurely for a long time."

When Xia Yan was about to take off his shoes, he sat down on it. Next to the bamboo curtain, on the elegant seat next to the wall, there was a vague and burly figure suddenly moving, and a majestic and low voice came:

"Enter directly into the final arena, this is the privilege that the disciples of the Five Tiger Stars have, and the recommended targets."
Chapter completed!