Chu Qingyue took Linglong out for a whole day and let her try all kinds of snacks.
I also bought her several sets of nice-looking clothes and didn't return to Longte Base Camp until dinner.
He handed the clothes and trinkets he bought for Linglong to Fu Chen and put them away. They went to the cafeteria to have dinner together before returning to their dormitory to rest.
The little girl played all day and was exhausted. As soon as she hit the bed, she lay down and fell asleep.
Fu Chen carefully covered her with a blanket and quietly sat cross-legged next to her, using his mental power to sense the storage ring.
I sighed in my heart: The "small amount of chaos rough stone" left by the master has not been consumed even one percent.
Then, he took out a rough stone from it, began to absorb it quietly, and concentrated on practicing.
Early the next morning, Fu Chen held Linglong in his arms and took Qingyue's car with Longya to the location of the martial arts tournament.
The location is in the western suburbs of Beijing, in a sparsely populated flat area.
Many years ago, a three-story building facing north was specially built there. In front of the building was a simple small concrete square.
Fu Chen and the others got out of the car and followed the Long Ya members towards the entrance of the square, which was guarded by two rows of guards.
After the guards checked their documents, everyone entered the square.
I saw that there were armed guards stationed around the edges, responsible for detecting and guarding the surrounding situation.
A one-meter-high and ten-meter-square arena was built in the middle, occupying almost half of the square.
The diagonal areas of the arena are colored black and white, dividing the arena into four areas.
There is a row of tables and chairs in the shade on the south side of the arena, with some tea and fruits placed on them.
The judges are sitting behind them, and each judge has his or her nameplate in front of him.
The table on the left side of the center is empty, with Fu Chen's name on it, and that is his seat.
The seats of Long Ya and other special teams are on the north side of the ring, and their main task is to watch the battle.
Select outstanding disciples from them to invite them to join your team.
Of course, this choice is democratic and two-way, and there are no overlord clauses.
The seats on the west side of the arena belong to various martial arts families.
Among them are the Long family of Long Xiaotian, the Murong family, the Yang family, the Chu family, and the Chen family.
Fu Chen didn't expect that there were people from the aristocratic family present, but he didn't care, it had nothing to do with him.
After Chu Qingyue gave a rough introduction, she whispered to Fu Chen: "Fu Chen, you can go to your seat with Linglong in your arms. I will go to the north seat with the captain to watch the battle."
Fu Chen nodded with a smile and replied softly: "Okay, let's meet again when it's over."
After saying that, the two of them went their separate ways.
In fact, when Fu Chen entered the square with Linglong in his arms, he felt countless eyes focused on him.
There are acquaintances that I know, and there are more people that I don’t know and are full of curiosity.
Fu Chen didn't care and turned a blind eye. He gently rubbed his exquisite little head and asked with concern: "There are so many people, are you scared?"
Linglong leaned into his arms, shook her head and whispered, "I'm not afraid."
"So good!" Fu Chen praised with a smile, hugged her and walked straight to his seat.
"Hahahaha, Fu Chen, I have admired your name for a long time, come and sit down, everyone is waiting for you."
As soon as they approached the judges' table, Chen Changming, the president of the Wushu Association in the middle, stood up and took the initiative to say hello.
Fu Chen nodded with a smile, bowed slightly and apologized and replied: "I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting for so long. I'll apologize to you all after the conference."
He has an easy-going nature and never feels that he can be arrogant or superior to others if he has strength and confidence, so his attitude is very humble.
"Mr. Fu Chen is too polite."
"I don't dare to accept such a courtesy from Mr.
"Sir, please take a seat"...
The judges present were a little surprised when they saw Fu Chen's modesty, and then they all stood up and returned the favor, politely inviting him to their seats.
Fu Chen sat down at his seat and put Linglong on his lap.
Seeing people from various sects in the audience chatting in low voices, I felt at ease teasing Linglong.
About half an hour later, I saw Lu Bufan coming down from the north stand and standing on the ring.
Holding fists in a circle, he announced in a deep voice: "Elders of the family, seniors of various sects, and disciples, Captain Longya, Lu Bufan, announces that this martial arts competition for disciples of various sects will begin soon."
Lu Bufan used his true energy to control the sound, and his voice was loud and clear, reaching the ears of everyone around the square.
Just listen to him continue to say: "The rules of this competition are as follows. Each sect selects three disciples to be divided into four groups: Tian, Di, Xuan, and Huang. Each group fights against each other to select the top four, ranked as Tian, Di, Xuan,
Huang, became the top 16.
The loser can challenge the other top 16 across groups, and the winner can be replaced in the ranking. The top 10 will be selected from the final top 16 to qualify as representatives, and no one's life will be hurt during the competition."
Fu Chen was a little speechless when he heard such a random rule. This rule was a bit ridiculous. If he thought about it carefully, he would understand.
These people usually compete with their peers and have a very clear understanding of their respective strengths.
You can learn about the strength of the winner from the ranking of his fellow students in the group.
Then based on your own situation, decide whether to challenge or choose a suitable opponent to challenge.
The disciples of each sect have already chosen their groups, and there are four groups of staff on the stage.
Wearing Xuanhuang costumes of heaven and earth, they stood in four areas, and then the four groups immediately began to take turns to compete to determine the ranking.
Seeing Fu Chen looking towards the ring, Chen Changming smiled and said casually: "Brother Fu Chen, don't worry, the competition before the top 16 is very boring, because the difference in strength is obvious, it is easy to determine the winner.
It’s just a little more complicated and time-consuming.”
Fu Chen smiled back and asked humbly: "President Chen is ridiculous. It's my first time as a judge and I don't have much experience. I don't know what I should do specifically?"
Chen Changming smiled kindly and replied: "You don't have to do anything, just watch with peace of mind. In the later stages of the competition, when the winner is not obvious, just give the results based on your observations."
Fu Chen nodded slowly, clasped his fists and said softly, "Thank you, President Chen, for your guidance." His mental energy enveloped the ring and he silently observed the competition of each group.
Indeed, as Chen Changming said, before the competition, each group quickly decided on the top two or top four based on their strength. The exposure of heaven-level aura can show strength more than anything else.
In a group with four Heavenly Ranks, four people will fight each other directly, and the remaining four people will fight each other to determine the final ranking, which can save a lot of time.
Fu Chen's mental power enveloped the entire square, and he noticed that a disciple of the Yaowang Sect wearing a red training uniform was quite powerful.
This man was very young, about twenty-four or five years old, with a resolute and handsome face filled with arrogance.
When fighting against heaven-level masters of the same level, he seemed to be at ease and calm in the process.
After fighting with each other for more than 20 moves at most, he could defeat his opponent directly, obviously without using his full strength.
From the cheers from his classmates in the audience, he knew that this person's name was Dongfang Yan.
Fu Chen sensed that he was only one step away from being innate, and it was very possible to get first place.
In addition, Fu Chen also saw several sects that he had never seen before.
There are disciples of the Hehuan Sect wearing orange training uniforms. They have beautiful body movements but fierce and vicious moves.
The reason why we knew they were disciples of the Hehuan Sect was because they sensed the aura of Wu Changchun's skills from their bodies.
A burly Xingyi Sect disciple wearing black clothes, with bronze arms exposed.
This man has thick eyebrows, big eyes, slightly thick lips, and alternately changes into 12 forms including dragon, tiger, bear, snake, monkey, horse, eagle, and harrier between attacking and defending.
The opponent was too tired to cope with it, and he was defeated quickly in his hands.