Chapter 22 Climbing High and Looking Into the Distance

On the waiting table next to the high platform, a young man wearing a black background and yellow border looked at the girl on the platform, and exclaimed in admiration.

"It's a wonderful swordsmanship, like an antelope hanging its horns, light and natural. It seems that this time I have to show some skills." He tapped the folding fan in the palm of his hand, and his pupils showed a look of interest.

"Number 149, Ying Canxiao."

As the voice fell, a stern-looking man stepped onto the stage. He was wearing a dark blue shirt, capable and tight-fitting, with one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

After the old man in front of the assessment finished speaking the rules, he nodded slightly and then stood still.

When the waiting old master was a little impatient, he acted suddenly, like a black crow, and rushed towards the opposite side.

呲——

A short and sharp friction sounded on the stage. When everyone turned their eyes, they found that he had already pointed the sword on the neck of the old master. At this time, everyone saw clearly that the long knife in the hand of the old master had been torn apart and broken.

After a short pause, there was a burst of excitement from the field.

Then the man dressed in dark blue took back his long sword and slowly walked down the stage, leaving everyone with a silent back.

On the seats next to the wooden platform, several sect representatives who were watching the battle also talked to each other.

"This one seems to have heard of it before."

"Yes, he is Ying Sangyang's grandson, Ying Canxiao. If nothing else, he is likely to join the Xuanyi Palace. After all, his grandfather was the head of the Xuanyi Palace."

"But will Xuanyi Palace really accept him? You must know that his grandfather was executed by the sage because he offended too many people. This incident also made Xuanyi Palace's status plummet, and the disciples in the sect were full of officials. excluded."

"Hey, this is indeed a problem. Not only the Xuanyi Palace, but also other factions, including us, are uncertain whether they should be admitted or not."

"Forget it, that's it, don't take the initiative to contact, but don't take the initiative to refuse, see what he thinks."

"Yes, uncle."

Loren Hill returned to her seat, and the girl who was sitting beside her asked excitedly.

"It's so strong, so powerful! Is Jianlan's swordsmanship originating from her family? She is so skilled at this age." Tang Nanlian looked at Roland Hill curiously, her eyes overflowing with excitement, and she couldn't stop it.

"Well, that's right." The girl thought for a while, then nodded, otherwise it would be difficult to explain.

"Several elders in the family practiced before, and later passed it on to me." She pondered that the other witches could indeed be said to be her elders.

"I see, but it's amazing, to be able to achieve such a level. My family has been a clothing store for generations, but I can't learn the embroidery skills of my mother. I can't even embroider a duck. , um." Tang Nanlian muttered, talking about her occasional stupidity.

"This....probably practice makes perfect." Roland Hill didn't know how to comfort him.

"I guess it's the same. I'm not very interested in embroidery. Sitting under the lamp every day is so boring, so I might as well go out for a walk. By the way, I'm also very interested in swordsmanship, and I have learned a little."

Probably more than a little, thought Roland Hill. She had seen it in the preliminary round. This girl's swordsmanship is still very powerful, and she has a lot of tricks, not random training.

Just as the two were chatting in a low voice, there was another roar from the audience. When they looked up, a handsome young man was standing on the high platform. He was wearing an angry red brocade shirt, and his hands were on his back. The opponent, the old master, in front of him had already fallen to the ground.

"Number 178, Wu Xingkui, wins."

"Concession." He closed his sleeves, bent over and saluted, letting the old master on the opposite side have no way to get angry, and then jumped off the high platform in a dashing manner and walked to the waiting seat on the side.

Just under everyone's attention, he walked unhurriedly to Roland Hill's seat and slightly cupped his hands.

"Wu Xingkui, I want to meet Miss Jianlan. A small gift is not a respect." After he finished speaking, he took something out of his sleeve, and the small box floated up and slowly flew towards the girl. , and then fall.

Looking at the flying box, Lorraine Hill pondered for a while, and did not push it back directly, but gently opened it in the air.

After the box was opened, one of the small wooden plaques was revealed, its shape was long and narrow, with cinnabar patterns on it.

"Peach God decree?" Tang Nanlian next to her said uncertainly.

"This is the product of the Chixian Sect, the Peach God Token to ward off evil spirits. Wearing it on the body allows you to enter the wild and remote mountains and lakes. Generally, monsters and poisonous insects below the fifth rank dare not approach it, which is very convenient."

"But from the moment of production, the Tao Shen Ling will gradually fade, and it will completely lose its effect after three years."

"What about the general value?" the girl asked curiously.

"I think about it, about 16-20 gold dishes, but the overall strength of the practitioners is not as good as before, and it may be more valuable."

To say it is precious, it is not particularly precious. After all, it is something that can be bought. If it is not precious, it is actually very practical, and the price is also there.

Roland Hill thought to himself, this Wu Xingkui handled it very well. It not only showed his sincerity, but also would not be too precious, making people feel like he was overpowering others.

In fact, for her, she can accept or reject it. Anyway, she can afford such a gift at any time in the future.

"Thank you, Young Master Wu." Compared with gifts, she was more interested in the sequence that Wu Xingkui practiced, which was a necromantic sequence that was relatively rare in both continents. nor

Know how the various secret techniques of the Quicksilver Dynasty were spread here.

After a simple thank you, Loren Hill stopped talking, and continued to sit on the spot without even getting up.

When Wu Xingkui saw it, he didn't find it strange. If the mood of this Miss Jialan and ordinary girls changed drastically, he would look down on him.

After that, several other people came on stage one after another, using their various stunts and specialties to show off to the fullest. The experienced masters on the stage also commented and guided it.

Although most of them are not young and their strength has declined significantly, they still have vision and can see a lot of things.

Finally, just when everyone thought it would end flat, a bald man stepped onto the stage.

"Number 199, Huangku."

There was nothing in his hand, his feet were heavy, like a giant beast, and he stepped on the high platform step by step. His body was almost three meters tall, like a mountain, looking down at the old master below.

The old master also slightly added his lips, moistened his throat, and pulled out the long knife in his hand.

"Let's start." A touch of white air floated up from the aged body, the blood vessels gradually filled up, and the blue veins under the skin bulged like a python and earthworm.

"That would offend Mr. Huang." Huang Gu clasped his fists.

drink--

A roar sounded like a thunderbolt, and he stretched out his reckless arms like iron tongs to the old master below.

A long knife slashed out and slashed straight at the copper-glowing arm. Although there was no edge, it was extremely sharp under the blessing of the sword.

Dang——, as if the sound of slashing on the iron pillar sounded, the long knife was directly bounced, and the big hand directly grabbed the head of the old master and lifted it up.

The five fingers were tightly clasped into the head, even a little sunken. The old master below was also blood-red and struggling, but all kinds of moves were used, as if hitting the copper and iron body, and there was no response.

"No. 199, Huang Gu, victory." As the referee's reading sounded, the tall man let go of his hand and let the old master fall.

"Cough cough..." The rapid coughing was accompanied by a little blood spray, which was sprayed on the high platform ground, which made people feel quite frightened.

"This one, but a strong man..." The audience under the stage was extremely quiet at the moment, and many people were even a little afraid of this man.

However, there was still no change in the expression on Huang Gu's face. After simply clasping his fists, Bian also walked down the steps.

In this way, with the completion of the final competition, the second round of assessment also ended. Taking advantage of the short break, the factions on the four towers also talked to each other.

"Ask the other three sects, what is the origin of this wasteland, I haven't heard of it before, but looking at his size, maybe he is also a descendant of Thor. Otherwise, he would not be so tall." The consul of the Chixian Sect is a thirty A man of many years old, he was playing with a wooden flute in his hand, and he was wearing blue cloth and Huaxiu clothes. And behind him stood the expert of the Chi Immortal Sect of Digital Sequence 4.

On the tower of Yonglei House.

"This person is very fierce. If he wants to recruit his disciples, he will inevitably have to undergo some education." An old man with a white beard and the people around him were talking about the desolate man just now.

"The decision of the palace lord is that I don't know much about the way you practice, so I won't be able to make an axe." The man next to him, who was wearing official uniform, seemed to be Lei Xiaze's city lord.

"It's that Miss Jialan, whose origin is quite mysterious. I sent someone to inquire just now, but Min Zezhou hadn't heard of her existence before. And the Wuyu Village she reported was the Yeyu family's village, and the population there was just the same. Dozens of households, it is impossible to have no news before."

"In other words, did you come here recently?"

"It should be, maybe after a certain expert, go down the mountain and try your skills."

"That should be the case. Let the people below be a little careful, don't offend, maybe it's some disciple who came out to travel the world."

"Here."

After speaking, a guard behind him in a dark blue uniform walked down the tower and began to explain some things.

In the tower where Xuanyi Palace belongs.

"Ying Canxiao didn't say hello to our uncles before he came, really... sigh." The slightly shorter old man shook his head and sighed.

"I guess I have some troubles in my heart. After that incident, in order to avoid suspicion, I made other people in the faction get away from the incident and made some cuts. In these years, we have not contacted the descendants of the master, so as not to be noticed by Yuanlongsi. ."

"It is also forced by the situation. Our Xuanyi Palace can no longer afford the second breach of trust. If there are no disciples in Luojing, then in the Seven Continents of Murdering Thunder, our Xuanyi Palace will also have the last house number. To be stripped away, and to perish."

"Hey...don't talk about it, no matter whether he came to Xuanyi Palace or not, he secretly helped him, and it was considered the kindness that he should have received back then." The words of the few people gradually stopped.

In the high tower of Yinmiao Village.

"That boy from the Wu family is not bad, he is indeed the nephew of the elder brother Long Xi, do you think he will come to our Yinmiao Village this time?" On the tower, a man tapped his leg and looked at the scene below, with a knife in his hand Smartly rotating between the fingers, like a silver butterfly.

A few people in the back looked at each other, and then replied, "It's probably a bit difficult. That kid came to play in the village when he was a child, and he shouted that he wanted to be a cheerful and happy hero, not a good hand with a knife."

"For this matter, Brother Long has taught him a lot, but after all, he is the child of his sister, and it is not easy to play a heavy hand, so he can only go."

"Hahaha, it seems to be another Hunjiang dragon." The laughter was loud, and the lingering voice curled.

With the end of the assessment, a new round of registration opens

At the beginning, there is more information to be filled in at this time, including the faction that the individual wishes to join.

"Which faction is Sister Jialan going to?" Tang Nanlian asked the girl beside her curiously.

"I'll take a look first." The girl didn't answer immediately.

"Have you thought about it yet? My words have already been decided, and I will go to Qingluyuan."

"But isn't Qingluyuan in Muqingzhou in the south?" The girl blinked. It would take hundreds of miles to get there.

"Yes, but you can visit the mountain gate with a letter of recommendation," the girl explained.

Although the treatment will not be as generous and valued as the locals, those who have passed the general election can still get letters of recommendation and go to the designated sect to visit the mountain gate. As for whether the other party recognizes it or not, that is one thing.

"Is that so..." She wasn't picky about sects, she just hoped that the chores would be less quiet.

"Okay, it's done. As for the faction, don't worry, don't fill it out, it's just for reference. Tomorrow will arrange meetings between the factions and the newcomers." Tang Nanlian said.

"That's it." The girl put down her pen, thinking about the names she just saw.

In fact, 'Zhushan Courtyard', 'Yellow Wine Temple', 'Nine Colors Square' and 'Qingyu Pavilion' are all fine, but the styles of the four major factions do not suit her liking.

"Ah, Sister Jialan, they are calling us, do you want to go together?" Tang Nanlian took Roland Hill's hand and waved her hand.

Roland Hill looked up and saw that it was the young man who had promised to invite everyone to a banquet while waiting. At this time, a group of people were standing beside him, greeting each other.

"Let's go and have a look." He also happened to ask if there was anyone who was well-informed and knew the situation in the Western Continent.

Now that I have a certain strength, I still have to go back to the West Continent to take a look. I don't know what the situation is now.

After making up their minds, Loren Hill and Tang Nanlian walked towards the group of people and joined them.

"You must be happy when you are proud of yourself. Fellow villagers, in the same year, Xiaosheng is lucky to have a little bit of money in his family. Today, I invite everyone to go upstairs to drink and share this blessing."

"Hahaha, Brother Lan, why do you have to humble yourself? I'll accompany you. Not to mention, several celebrities in our election this time are all present." Those four brilliant talents also happened to be on the team.

Ying Canxiao, Jia Lan, Wu Xingkui, and Huang Gu all stood among them.

"Go! Climb high, climb high. You won't go home if you don't get drunk today!"