The Wujin Armor was powerful, but Ji Wufeng was vaguely familiar with it. It was very similar to the Wutianjing's aura, but he didn't care. Maybe this was the unique aura of the holy weapon. After all, he had only seen two of them.
Sacred vessel.
With the addition of the holy weapon, Ming Hui was successfully crowned the king of war.
I saw Ming Hui stand up, his monstrous aura rising into the sky, and flying across the sky in all directions.
Suddenly, everyone shouted in unison: "The King of War is mighty!"
"The King of War is mighty!"
"The King of War is mighty!"
No matter what these people thought of Ming Hui before, they only have infinite admiration in their hearts at this time.
The War King not only has a noble status, but also has the peak combat power in the clan. He is their leader and their pride!
The aura on Ming Hui's body dissipated, he raised his hand to signal everyone to calm down, and said loudly: "Thanks to the love of the lord, I, Ming Hui, am today. Here, I also encourage you all to achieve something and protect our clan!"
Although Ming Hui thanked Ming Tieshan, his eyes finally turned to Ji Wufeng.
Ming Tieshan only gave him a battle armor, but Ji Wufeng gave him everything he has now!
Ming Hui showed the majesty of the war king, waved his hand and said: "The school competition begins!"
The coronation ceremony only lasted one step, and how many masters can be recruited in the subsequent school competition is directly related to the overall strength and prestige of Prince Lie's Mansion in the future.
"Under Mingyue, who dares to come forward and fight me!"
A young man couldn't wait to jump onto the school arena. He showed his sharp edge and fighting spirit. He was a strong young man with the strength of a quasi-king.
Perhaps this strength is not too high, but this person is very young and has a lot of room for improvement. If he can enter Prince Lie's Mansion and be trained by Prince Lie's Mansion, he will have a bright future and it will not be difficult to become an extremely strong person.
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"I'll fight you!"
A strong man stepped forward with heavy steps, jumped up, and shot straight into the ring like a cannonball.
There was no unnecessary nonsense. The moment he came on stage, Mingyue had already flown up and fought with the man.
The two have equal strength, but have different fighting styles. Ming Yue is flexible and sharp, while Han is open and close, calm and powerful.
After several fights, Mingyue won with flexibility and defeated the man.
Mingyue was very excited. With his winning record, he was very likely to be favored by King Lie, and he would be trained intensively after entering Prince Lie's Mansion.
The man did not leave after he stepped off the stage, but waited quietly.
Although he lost, he didn't have a chance, because the most important thing about this kind of competition is to show his talent. If he has eye-catching training value, he will be recruited even if he loses.
Moreover, when Prince Lie's Mansion was first built, it required a large number of manpower. Even if many people did not participate in the competition, they would be recruited as long as they registered for recruitment.
After all, generals are very important, but they cannot do without the soldiers who charge into battle!
Of course, some truly strong men will not compete in martial arts competitions. These people already have strong strength and reputation, and will be reused when they enter the palace. There is no need to participate in martial arts competitions.
There are no bonus points for winning, but there are deductions for losing.
Therefore, almost all those who participate in school competitions are young and strong, with the purpose of showing their own talent and value.
Next, two more people came on the field to face Ming Yue. Ming Yue played two more games, won three games in a row, and left the field amidst a burst of cheers.
Such a record is enough. If he continues to fight and loses, the gains will outweigh the losses. What's more, three battles have exhausted his skills!
The competition was in full swing, and Ji Wufeng saw a large number of young warriors shining brightly in the ring. Many of them were in the world of cultivation and were definitely at the level of geniuses.
However, they can be seen everywhere in other worlds, and the differences should not be too obvious.
This made Ji Wufeng extremely worried. With such a huge difference in strength, the future of the human race was very slim.
At this moment, a young man with a sinister face jumped onto the ring and said in a deep voice: "If I go to Minggan again, who dares to come up and die?"
Ji Wufeng frowned for a while, this kid had just been punished by him, how dare he be so arrogant?
Seeing Ming Gan on the stage, many young and powerful men who were eager to try immediately hesitated, obviously very wary of this guy.
Ji Wufeng was a little strange. Many of these young strong men were very powerful and could completely crush Ming Gan. Why were they so hesitant to move forward?
"Hahaha... A bunch of useless trash, since they don't dare to go on stage, then go home and feed themselves, hahaha..."
Ming Qian laughed wildly and was extremely arrogant.
"You...watch me fight you!"
A tall and mighty young man with a face full of anger couldn't stand the stimulation and jumped onto the ring.
"Go to hell!"
Ming Gan rushed towards the young man like a mad dog. The young man's morale was so high that he immediately launched a counterattack and the two started a battle.
It was obvious that Ming Qian was no match. He was gradually falling into a disadvantage and would be defeated sooner or later.
However, at that moment, Ming Qian's eyes showed a trace of sinisterness, and when he raised his hand, a cold shot shot out from his armpit.
The young man was caught off guard and was pierced through his chest by the cold light. A splash of blood spattered and he fell heavily to the ground.
"you……"
The young man was extremely angry. In the school field competition and fair duel, Ming Qian actually used a concealed weapon, which was extremely despicable.
Everyone in the audience was also extremely angry, but at this time King Ji said indifferently: "When you go into battle to kill the enemy, you use all your methods. If you are so unwary, it is difficult to achieve great results!"
Everyone's expressions were extremely ugly. They were plotted against each other during the competition. It was so unfair that they were said to be careless.
However, no one was able to refute it. Indeed, if on the battlefield, the enemy could use any kind of sinister means, so what he said seems to be right.
"You useless piece of trash, get out of here!"
Ming Gan grinned ferociously, stepped forward and kicked the young man hard, sending him flying out of the ring.
boom!
The young man fell heavily to the ground, with blood flowing from his mouth. It was obvious that he had suffered severe internal injuries. A companion came forward to check on him, raised his head and said with grief and anger: "You are so poisonous."
Ming Gan's kick actually broke more than 50% of the young man's bones and meridians. Although the injury was not fatal, it did pose a huge hidden danger, and he might be crippled for the rest of his life.
Ming Qian sneered disdainfully: "Such a waste is just a waste of food."
Everyone is extremely sad and angry. To be reasonable, King Ji has set the tone. If you are unreasonable, this guy has his back to the General's Mansion, so you can't afford to offend him.
The young man's companions were carrying him and were about to leave, when a voice rang out, saying: "If you don't want him to be wasted, just put him down first."
The speaker was Ji Wufeng. Although this young man was seriously injured and was likely to be disabled, it could still be avoided if treated in time.
