The first thousand two hundred and three chapters begin
"Well, hatred?" Zhao Yeji narrowed his eyes and looked at them from a distance with interest.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Cheng followed Zhao Yeji's gaze and found that Zhao Yeji had been staring at the mysterious man and his group.
"nothing."
Zhao Yeji looked back. The distance was too far, and in such a noisy place, even she could only vaguely hear some words.
She had a vague guess in her heart, but she didn't say it out loud.
More than twenty minutes later.
The meat feast has begun.
The Beishan Sect built a huge high platform. A middle-aged man who looked like a senior member of the Beishan Sect walked onto the high platform and said loudly to the dense crowd below: "Welcome to the Beishan Sect. Everyone, today is our annual Beishan Sect's event."
A grand gathering, a meat feast. But unlike previous years, I have to tell you that not everyone can taste a meat feast. This recruitment competition can only taste a meat feast if you join our Beishan sect and rank in the top ten.
The taste of…”
The people below were talking a lot, and many of them came here for the meat banquet. I heard that the meat banquet held by the Beishan Sect was the best in the world and unparalleled.
Where in the world is there a wall that is airtight? To attract so many people here, they must have heard something about meat feasts, and that’s why they traveled all the way here.
"Having said so much, what I want to tell you is that in the Beishan Sect, only the strong can be respected and enjoy meat feasts. This is not a treatment that ordinary people can get. In martial arts competitions, death and injury are inevitable. If you are afraid of death, then you
You can go back. On the contrary, Beishan Sect welcomes everyone to stay."
"At noon, Beishan School has prepared a sumptuous meal for everyone. If you are dissatisfied, you can..." the middle-aged man continued.
"Stop nagging and get started."
Someone below was already excited and said impatiently, "The meat feast is destined to be mine!"
"Okay, okay, I know how anxious everyone is to come all the way here. I won't say any more nonsense, and I will announce the start of the morning session."
As the words fell, a huge bell rang, and the buzzing sound spread throughout the Beishan sect, and then the crowd became excited and excited.
"According to the leaflet distributed by the Beishan Sect, the selection for the meat feast is divided into morning and afternoon rounds. The morning round is the preliminary round, and only those who pass the competition can qualify to join the Beishan Pie. The afternoon round is the highlight, and only the top ten are eligible.
Meat banquet quota.”
Zhang Cheng said, watching everyone walk towards the ring. There were four rings in the huge martial arts arena.
This is the morning session.
"You are No. 18, and I am No. 376. The difference in numbers is really big." Zhao Yeji glanced at the number in Zhang Cheng's hand, and then at the number in her hand. When she came in
, each person was given a number.
At the time, I was still wondering what it was for, but now I know that it was a randomly issued number for competition.
"It's really boring." Zhang Cheng was not interested.
"Even if it's boring, this is our plan. Let's go!" Zhao Yeji said, and the two of them also walked towards the ring.
"No. 18, Zhang Cheng, No. 162, Lei Chao."
After a while, a ringer shouted loudly.
"It's your turn, be careful not to get knocked down by others. In that case, Commander An Feng will be embarrassed and humiliated." Zhao Yeji laughed in a low voice, as if looking forward to seeing Zhang Cheng being beaten up.
"Even in your dreams, you would never do such a thing." Zhang Cheng said angrily and strode onto the ring.
"That No. 18 was really unlucky. He met Lei Chao. I have heard of this person. He was a ruthless man from Shandong. He was very powerful. He used a machete that he could kill more than ten people by himself."
"I've heard of it too. That's a real master. He was already a master of the realm three years ago."
"No. 18 is really miserable. I think he should just admit defeat to avoid being torn into pieces by Lei Chao."
"Yes, I heard that Lei Chao was a cruel person. He killed someone in Shandong and was wanted by the police, so he came here."
Everyone looked at Zhang Cheng on the stage with pity and gloating. Meeting a master like Lei Chao in the first game, I have to say that he was indeed unlucky.
"Brother, look, that lunatic has entered the ring." A group of mysterious men carrying long swords said.
The mysterious man had no interest and didn't want to watch this competition at all, but he was dragged away by others.
They mean to see Mad Man Joke.
"This bastard talks so arrogantly. When I meet Lei Chao, I can't see how arrogant he can be."
"Hey, I hope I don't see his stomach being cut open."
"Whenever you meet Lei Chao, you won't stab him with two swords."
"I think he will take the initiative to admit defeat. He would be stupid if he doesn't."
"He was originally crazy."
They were watching the show. The mysterious man was bored and looked listless.
"Jie Jie, I'm happy today because I want to enjoy the meat feast that is rumored in the world. Jump off the ring and save my scimitar from being unsheathed. Once my scimitar is unsheathed, there is no reason why it won't be bloody.
"In front of Zhang Cheng, there was a man with a scimitar on his waist, tanned skin, a hunched back, a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He was only about 1.5 meters tall, and his eyes were so ferocious that you dare not look directly at him.
"Another waste. How could I lose to this guy?" Zhao Yeji looked at him in the audience, obviously wanting to see his joke. This is not a question of whether he can win or not, but what this kind of game means to him.
It's embarrassing in itself.
Look, Zhao Yeji couldn't help but laugh.
hateful!
"What, how dare you call me a loser, I want to dig out your heart..." The rest of the words were gone. Zhang Cheng said, "Get away from me. I feel sick just looking at you. I punched you out with a fist. Lei Chao didn't even respond."
There was no time, and no one in the audience could see clearly, not even the nearest referee. All they saw was this machete-wielding master from Shandong flying up, and with a bang, he hit the target in the distance.
On the rockery, blood was splattered everywhere, and it looked like he would not survive.
Dead silence!
Absolute silence!
"How is that possible?" When the people who were with the mysterious man saw this, the sneers and gloating on their faces instantly solidified, like clay and wood sculptures.
"So fast! Such terrifying strength!" When the mysterious man who was originally bored and absent-minded saw this scene, his face changed, and his gaze no longer looked at Zhang Cheng with contempt, but with a bit of solemnity.
Originally, he had seen Zhang Cheng's moves before, which were very lethal, but he was able to see through that move, which meant that he could handle it easily.
But now this move has a completely different meaning.