Chapter 2286 One in a Million

Chapter 2286: One in a Thousand

Ling Feng couldn't help but take a breath after hearing this number. According to the description in the information, the borrowed location for the preliminaries was no more, no less, exactly one hundred.

Each registration point has 500 people, which means 50,000 people. This number is naturally nothing compared to China's total population of more than one billion. But put it into the preliminaries, that's a pretty huge number.

Ling Feng nodded in his mind, no wonder the preliminaries lasted for a whole month. It was not an easy task to compete with all 500 people in each stronghold, let alone only the top three in the entire preliminaries.

This can really be said to be one of a kind.

Ling Feng understood clearly. It is in this way that the hidden sect of ancient warriors promotes its own strength among the top group of people. In this way, it can maintain a certain degree of deterrence and a certain degree of mystery. It is really a good strategy to achieve multiple goals with one stone.

The ordinary people who can be invited can be said to have stood at the pinnacle of ordinary people. They can achieve such achievements, of course there is something extraordinary about them, and the hidden sect of ancient warriors can replenish fresh blood through this method.

Li Han took the order and left. What he held in his hand was exactly the form of a form.

Near noon, Li Han returned with a lot of forms. Ling Feng took a rough look and saw that they were at least half a person tall.

"Why so many?"

"I was afraid there wouldn't be enough, so I printed a thousand copies."

Ling Feng was speechless. In the conversation with Ding Ming just now, Ling Feng did not avoid this group of superpowers. Li Han did things safely enough, but the quantity was probably too much.

The preparation work cannot be said to be complicated, but there are a lot of trivial matters that keep Ling Feng and others quite busy. Of course he couldn't just prepare tables and chairs for three referees like Ding Ming said, but he should at least prepare tea for them, right? You also need to prepare some pens. Ling Feng didn't think that every one of these people could remember that they needed to bring their own pens to sign up.

Fortunately, Li Huaitian still left some apprentices behind. Although Li Huaitian disappeared, most of these apprentices stayed and continued to practice martial arts.

Ding Ming is not very old, but he can be said to handle things in an orderly manner. Ling Feng admired in his heart that this young man is quite good, and he is indeed a young man from a well-trained sect who can experience. At least the disciples of Tenglong Martial Arts School were a little inferior to him.

Ling Feng always felt that there was something missing in the martial arts gym, but now things were chaotic and extremely busy. Ling Feng could only suppress this thought and continue to prepare for the preliminaries.

By the time Ling Feng was almost ready, the three senior ancient warriors who served as referees had already arrived at the gate of Tenglong Martial Arts Hall.

As the owner, Ling Feng certainly needs to come to the door to greet him.

The three old men arrived directly at the entrance of Tenglong Martial Arts Hall in a luxurious car. Ling Feng greeted them with a smile on his face.

These three old men all have impressive looks, but their faces are not very good-looking.

Ling Feng stepped forward quickly and performed the etiquette among ancient warriors: "Three seniors come here, Tenglong Martial Arts Hall will be in full bloom."

When the three of them saw Ling Feng, a trace of surprise flashed in their eyes, and their expressions became much better at the same time.

"I'm sorry to bother you, little friend, to greet you in person. Li is a little sorry."

Everyone was carrying the sedan chair. Ling Feng was polite and his status was not bad. They were both ancient warriors. There was no reason for them to put on such a bad face.

Ling Feng felt happy. It seemed that these three people were not difficult to contact. Ling Feng was really afraid of being assigned three people with weird tempers to serve as referees. Fortunately, Ling Feng's luck was pretty good.

The three old men took a look at the spacious open-air martial arts arena. Although Ling Feng's preparations were very hasty, they did not lack everything they should have. The three old men nodded with satisfaction.

After the guests and hosts were seated, Ling Feng spoke again: "It's almost noon now. Do you three seniors need to eat?"

"No need... we had already eaten when we came here. My friend, there is no need for so many worldly etiquettes. How can we ancient warriors be like ordinary people and start eating and drinking without doing anything else?"

One of the old men smiled and said jokingly.

"Haha, I wonder if the three seniors have anything else to prepare?"

Ling Feng laughed dryly and said nonchalantly.

"No, that's good. I don't know what sect my little friend is from, but his strength is quite impressive."

The three of them didn't seem to pay much attention to the preliminaries. Instead, they were much more interested in Ling Feng himself than in this preliminaries.

"This junior is from the Xuan Dao Sect. Have the three seniors ever heard of it?"

The three old men looked at each other for a few times in confusion, Xuan Dao Sect, what kind of sect is that? The sects of ancient warriors say more or less. They dare not say that all sects know it, but most of them have heard about it.

But this was the first time they had heard of the sect Ling Feng was talking about.

Of course, none of the three old men doubted that Ling Feng's words were false.

After all, Ling Feng's surging fighting spirit cannot be faked, he must be a young leader only from the hidden sect. As for the techniques practiced by the eight major families, they all have shortcomings, and the three old men are naturally aware of them.

Secondly, since the sect alliance borrowed this place as the venue for the preliminaries, it means that the opponent must be a member of the hidden sect. There is no doubt about this.

"Ahem, long time admiration."

One of the old men made a haha ​​and ignored the embarrassment.

Ling Feng didn't feel displeased at all. The only reason he could blame was that the sect had been in decline for a long time. It was normal for others not to be aware of it.

"Three seniors, our sect has not participated in the rookie league competition for a long time. Do you think I can sign up?"

"That's natural."

They didn't have any embarrassment about Ling Feng's registration. After all, they have to stay here for more than a day or two.

Ling Feng took out a pen and paper and filled it in quickly.

The registration form is extremely simple, with only a few items. Name, sect affiliation, contact information, etc. As for things like gender, they are not included in this table. It can be seen that there are more ancient warriors than there are in some parts, and there will not be so many cosmetic projects.

Ling Feng finished filling out the form, "Is this the end?"

"Haha, little friend, just remember your number. I will issue you an identity tag tomorrow."

One of the old men picked up a writing brush and wrote "Wuxu No. 1" in traditional Chinese characters in the blank space of Ling Feng's form.

Ling Feng could understand that Wuxu was the counting method of heavenly stems and earthly branches, and it happened to be number thirty-eight.

After noon, the street where Tenglong Martial Arts School was located gradually became lively.

Two thin, dark young men with their upper bodies exposed came nearby. They were dressed quite strangely. Their fists were wrapped in yellowish cloth strips, and the same was true for their knees.

"Senior brother, this should be right here."

"Yes, Tenglong Martial Arts School, according to the location we inquired about, is on this street. Let's go."

Not long after walking inside, the signboard of Tenglong Martial Arts Hall came into their sight. They looked at the people about their own age coming and going, their eyes full of solemnity.

"Brother, can we really get closer to strength after receiving these two invitations? Although the martial arts gym here looks pretty good, but..." the younger people asked the older people, with a look in their eyes. full of doubts.

"Sanpan, do you still have any questions about the master? The master is the king of Muay Thai. Didn't the master already say it before we left? The strength of the ancient warriors is not something we can guess at all. If we can win their favor ,That……"

Before the senior brother finished speaking, Sanpan's eyes were already shining.

They are the descendants of the King of Muay Thai. Their skills are rare among their peers. Muay Thai is different from other boxing techniques. They really use it to the fullest, because apart from being less experienced than their own masters, they can fight fiercely. The momentum of the rush even surpassed that of their master.

There are two such apprentices, and their master is a great comfort to Laohuai, and he is also respected as the great master of Muay Thai. A great master must not only have outstanding strength, but more importantly, be able to train more outstanding disciples in order to obtain the honorable title.

This time when he received the invitation, the normally calm-looking master was so excited that he drank three large glasses of wine in succession. He sent his brothers to the capital of the Celestial Dynasty early and told them to follow the instructions on the invitation. According to the requirements, you must register neither early nor late.

He is very experienced and knows that some ancient warriors have weird natures, and it would be impossible to leave them early, and of course it would be impossible to leave them late. If you follow the rules in the invitation, you are definitely doing the right thing.

Therefore, just after noon, San Pan and his senior brothers rushed to the gate of Tenglong Martial Arts School.

Tenglong Martial Arts Hall was already full of people coming and going, and everyone who came in and out was a young man. These people all have one thing in common, that is, they are full of evil spirits.

San Pan looked at them carefully for a while, then said with a serious face: "Brother, these people are so strong."

The senior brother nodded: "Yes, no wonder the master always said that if we can participate in the competition invited by the ancient warrior, even if we are not favored by the ancient warrior, our strength will be further improved."

San Pan said eagerly: "My master was defeated back then, and our strength is almost the same as ours. We might really be able to get into the top two."

The senior brother was startled, then laughed loudly: "Junior brother is right, I just don't know what form the competition will take this time. I hope it will be the same as the master's competition, one-on-one, so that we can give full play to our greatest advantage. "

"It doesn't matter if we fight in a team, senior brother, if we join forces, who will be our opponent?"

Sanpan said proudly, "A newborn calf is really not afraid of tigers."

The senior brother couldn't help but lose the momentum of his family, so he just nodded, "Let's go in and sign up."

The two brothers walked into the Tenglong Martial Arts Hall with their heads held high, and they saw people with similar strength to themselves, lining up obediently to receive forms one by one. They were either squatting on the ground or lying down. Concentrate on filling in something where you can write.

After all, the preparations were so hasty that Ling Feng didn't even consider that it would be inconvenient for them to write. Fortunately, there are only a few items on the form, so it doesn't take much time.

Brother Sanpan watched for a moment. After filling out the form, he quickly went to the other side to pay the form. The whole process was very orderly.

The two people also patted the team honestly, and soon received their exclusive forms. The young man sitting behind the table knocked on the table and said to them in a formulaic manner: "Fill out the forms and go to another place. Submit the form, the competition is tomorrow afternoon.”

San Pan took the form and opened his mouth, wanting to ask something. The young man said impatiently: "Those who are illiterate will be directly disqualified from the competition. There is a pen next to it. If you need it, go get it yourself."

Illiterate, what a joke.

Poor in literature but rich in martial arts, this is not a joke. These people whose personal strength is at the peak of ordinary people, although they dare not say that they are well-educated, but they still know how to read.

At that moment, Shanpan felt that he was looked down upon by this young man and wanted to say something. His senior brother was very smart and pulled the corner of his junior brother's clothes. It was obviously not a wise move to make trouble here.

Shanpan remembered at this time that his master had solemnly asked him not to make those ancient martial artists unhappy, otherwise he would kill them on the spot. He could only bear it. Although their master was the king of Muay Thai, he had no ability to avenge them.

The two took the pen and started to fill in the form like others.

"Fortunately, the master specially asked someone to teach our Chinese characters, otherwise we would not be able to pass the stage of filling in the form."

Shanpan looked at the crooked form he filled in and said with satisfaction.

The Chinese characters of the Celestial Empire are said to be the most complex in the world. Shanpan did not want to learn it at first, but was forced to learn it by his master with tough means. Perhaps the old man had already thought of this.

The senior brother shook his head, "Let's go, let's go and hand in the form, hoping to get a good number."

The two people lined up to hand in the form again. It must be said that although there seemed to be a lot of people, the speed was quite fast, and soon it was their turn.

After handing in the form, the martial arts disciple in a short shirt opposite wrote the number, tore off the stub, put the original in a sealed box, and said to the two of them: "Remember your number, you can't make a mistake."

Carefully put away the palm-sized piece of paper, on which the code of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches was written, and the two brothers nodded.

It seems that this person has a good attitude, and the senior brother boldly asked: "I don't know what form this time's competition will take?"

"This, I don't know either, you will know when you come tomorrow afternoon."

The martial arts disciple was slightly stunned, and then shook his head and said.

This question really hasn't been explained, so he naturally doesn't know.

The two brothers' registration is just a small microcosm of hundreds of people.

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