Chapter 31 The Eve of the Martial Arts Examination
"Actually, it's not particularly difficult. Other experts have been arranged to help stop it." Han Yan'er added.
"Master? Who else in this generation in Kyoto can match us?" Tang Yu was somewhat disapproving.
"Who said it's just this year's candidates? There are also some who can't sign up due to age, etc..." Han Yan'er gritted her teeth and quietly uttered a sentence.
"You mean? Tampering with age?"
"Yes, their Yuan Jian Sect is in the first year of junior high school, and we are also in the fifteenth year. This is Kyoto, and the rules of the imperial examination are enforced by our court!" Han Yan'er said coldly.
"Yes! As long as we arrange it properly, we can ensure that they all fall down in the first round!" Gu Hongyi also nodded.
Chen Shi's expression changed a little. The martial arts realm is a stage of explosive growth in martial arts.
Among them, the difference in cultivation time is one year, and the difference in cultivation level is possible by several grades.
He was only sixteen years old. If he really had to face off against those eighteen or nineteen-year-olds, even if his talent was not as good as his, he wouldn't be even sure of winning.
Han Yan'er also saw his worries and said with relief: "Don't worry, the higher-ups will not arrange to meet us in the previous round. They will mainly look for the disciples of Yuanjian Sect. Once they are all eliminated, they will directly meet us if they encounter us." "Admit defeat."
After hearing this, Chen Shi's expression relaxed slightly. Under the age of eighteen, he is not afraid of anyone!
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That night, a few people stayed at Yanyu Villa, and the martial arts competition began the next day. Mo Qingkuang arrived late and only caught up with the tail end of registration.
In an elegantly decorated room, Mo Qingkuang was sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking at the illusory figure floating in front of him.
"If nothing else happens, the test question for this martial arts competition is the ring battle. The top 100 will be selected to join the Imperial Academy. According to the preparations of the Tianxuan Empire, you selected children should not encounter you in the first few rounds. A strong opponent." Mo Fan murmured with his hands behind his back.
"However, you don't have to be too happy. No matter what arrangements the Tianxuan Empire makes, they can't stop Lin Yang. Your biggest enemy is still Lin Yang!"
"Lin Yang will come too?" Mo Qingkuang jumped up from the bed upon hearing this.
"Yes, he will definitely come! He should have entered the second level." Mo Fan nodded. According to the original plan, this year's top martial arts champion is Lin Yang!
Mo Qingkuang's heart sank. Is he in the second rank? Lin Yang, you are truly a genius to this extent.
"Ancestor, I will challenge the second-grade martial artist tonight!" Mo Qingkuang gritted his teeth. After this period of training, he gradually found the bottleneck of the second-grade martial artist and was about to find a suitable opportunity to break through.
He was impatient to hear that Lin Yang had been promoted to the second level.
Mo Fan smiled: "It's almost time, but his innate bones are higher than yours, and he has the help of elixirs. It's not surprising that he can practice faster than you. After the martial arts test, I will take you to find Find something to improve your bones, otherwise it will be difficult for you to surpass him. "
"As long as we can avenge our shame, our ancestors will do whatever they want, and they will die without regrets." Mo Qingkuang said firmly, the blazing anger in his eyes seemed to set the room on fire.
"Why die? It took so much effort to save your kid, but if you die, don't you regret my resurrecting talisman?" Mo Fan spat angrily.
"Yes, yes. But ancestors, I feel that my cultivation speed has increased a lot recently. Is it the effect of the god-level skills?" Mo Qingkuang nodded and suddenly asked again.
His cultivation speed has indeed improved significantly recently. Originally, changing to a god-level technique such as "Gust Wind and Falling Leaves Technique" has already made his cultivation speed much faster than before. Unexpectedly, since the Nianhua King's Tomb came out, his cultivation speed has further improved. .
Mo Fan knew that it was the effect of the achievement halo that increased the cultivation speed of Mo's disciples by 10% in the first stage.
However, he couldn't say it openly. He only said: "You have a good talent, and this "Gust Wind and Falling Leaves Technique" is very suitable for you. After you become proficient in practice, it is not surprising that your practice speed will increase."
"So that's it." Mo Qingkuang nodded suddenly, "Then my grandson broke through first, and I asked my ancestors to protect me."
"Um."
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In the Kyoto Hotel in the south of Kyoto City, the entire first floor was covered.
In one of the most spacious rooms, seven or eight young people were sitting around a middle-aged man.
"Deacon Lin, let me tell you, there is no need to discuss any countermeasures with these local chickens and dogs in Kyoto. I can wipe them all out with one hand." A young man with a delicate face and a gloomy expression said impatiently.
His name is Liu Xuan, and he is the son of an elder of Yuanjian Sect. Only seventeen years old, he is at the peak of the third-level martial arts master. He grew up in Yuanjian Sect since childhood and has accumulated resources. He is the only inner disciple sent by Yuanjian Sect this time.
Beside him, Lin Yang, Chu Yanran, Song Qian, Zhuang Fan and others were visible.
"Nephew Liu Xian, don't be anxious. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and the Tianxuan royal family is not a hard worker. When we come this time, they must have received the news and must have been prepared." Deacon Lin said to Liu Xuan with a gentle expression. .
Liu Xuan's father has a higher status than him. As an inner disciple, Liu Xuan will at least be a deacon in the future, so he doesn't respect him very much in front of him.
"Preparation, how can they prepare? With just a few rotten fish and shrimps in their royal family, will they be my opponent?" Liu Xuan curled his lips and expressed disapproval.
"I heard that Kuang Qing, who became famous in the Nianhua King's Mausoleum a few days ago, participated in this martial arts competition." After all, Deacon Lin is an elder and wants to save face. He cannot reprimand Liu Xuan in person, so he has to change the subject.
As he said this, he glanced at Song Qian with a meaningful look.
Song Qian was the leader of the new disciples of Yuan Jian Sect, and he was in the limelight. He always regarded himself as the eldest senior brother of this session, but he made Yuan Jian Sect lose face in the Nianhua King's Mausoleum and was played around by Kuang Qing.
The reason why Yuan Jian Sect made such a big move this time was because they lost face in the Nianhua King's Mausoleum and wanted to get it back from the Tianxuan Royal Family.
"It's good that he's here! I was just going to settle accounts with him! If I don't cut him into pieces, I swear I won't be a human being!" Song Qian gritted his teeth, and his eyes were filled with resentment.
"Anyone can talk big, but don't let him disappear when the time comes." Liu Xuan sneered, "How about this, you give me your beautiful maid, and I will help you avenge this when I meet Kuang Qing."
"You!" Song Qian was furious when he heard this, pointing his finger at Liu Xuan but not daring to attack.
Liu Xuan was an inner disciple, and his strength was stronger than his, so he couldn't afford to offend him.
Song Qian is the eldest son of the Song family in Xuannan City. He is rich and powerful. He entered the Yuanjian Sect to practice. He even arranged for a beautiful maid to come in and serve him. Liu Xuan has long been envious.
"Okay, stop arguing. The plan to win the championship this time cannot fail!" Deacon Lin waved his hand and interrupted the two.
Lin Yang's eyes turned: "Deacon Lin, since we all registered under disguise and pseudonyms, why not hide our strength in the arena and make their arrangements and preparations less handy, what do you think?"
Deacon Lin glanced at Lin Yang. This kid is extremely talented. It is said that he broke through the eighth level in three months. It's just that he has been repetitive since he was a child, otherwise he would have been accepted into the inner sect long ago.
He stroked his beard and nodded: "You make sense. Tomorrow, all of you should save your strength. You don't have to be too sharp at the beginning."
Liu Xuan was even more disdainful when he heard this. Even if I showed my strength, what could they do to me?
He glanced at Lin Yang with contempt: "What a waste of effort."
Lin Yang glared at him, not giving in at all.
Deacon Lin saw that Liu Xuan was a fire starter who would light anyone he saw, so he had to wave his hand and disperse the crowd: "Okay, it's getting late, go back and rest."