"Dear fellow villagers, as well as friends from all over the world. If you can put down all the things you are doing and come here to the main venue of the martial arts competition, Zhao was entrusted by the village elders to express his welcome."
Standing in the center of the ring at this time was a tall and thin middle-aged man. He was tall and thin, his tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and his words were concise and clear.
"Everyone must know that the martial arts competition in our Yinren Village is held every three years. All young adults under the age of thirty-five can participate. This year's martial arts competition happens to be after the opening of the mountain festival, so friends from outside may not be able to participate.
Understand, this mountain opening ceremony is the specialty of our Yinren Village."
Having said this, the middle-aged man raised his eyes, glanced at everyone, and continued:
"For all the foreign friends who are here today, after this martial arts competition is over, you can pick it up at the inn where you are staying. I, Yinren Village, have prepared some small gifts for you. The things are not expensive, they were brought back from the mountain opening festival a few days ago.
Some knick-knacks. Yinren Village is originally a small village in the mountains, and there are not many valuable things. Haha, please stop laughing." The middle-aged man said with a smile as he cupped his hands.
"Shopkeeper Zhao, you are interested!"
"It's me who thanks Shopkeeper Zhao!"
…
Among the audience in the audience were businessmen or tourists who came from other places, and they expressed their thanks one after another.
The middle-aged man, who was called "Shopkeeper Zhao", smiled and returned the favor. But people didn't know that this seemingly amiable and talkative Shopkeeper Zhao was not only the boss of several major chambers of commerce in Yinren Village, but also the boss of the inn.
The shopkeeper is also the head of the Yinren Village intelligence system. This person is Zhao Yunming.
Zhao Yunming coughed lightly and continued:
"The champion of this martial arts competition has been decided three days ago. Today, we will decide the seats and rankings of these twelve champions! Zhao, as the referee of this main competition,
Announce now!"
Under the expectant eyes of everyone in the field, Zhao Yunming said slowly: "The qualifying match has officially begun!"
…
Yi Xifeng was sitting in a large ceiling. Not only him, but also the twelve champions participating in the qualifying competition of this martial arts competition were waiting in this ceiling.
The fair boy looked at a huge curtain in the center of the ceiling, on which were written the names of twelve people and their groups:
Game 1: Zhang Yanshi vs. Qi Chengcheng
Game 2: Lin Fenghuo vs. Fifth Xiaoxiao
Game 3: Zhao Long vs. Li Xintian
Game 4: Yi Xifeng vs. Zhong Lingxi
Game 5: Lin Lei vs. Zhou Di
Game 6: Lu Huahua vs. Wang Bodang
Yi Xifeng looked at the huge curtain in front of him and roughly guessed the way to advance in this competition.
Two neighboring groups compete against each other, and the winner advances. First, six winners are selected from twelve people, and then these six people compete against each other.
According to the distribution of each group, one person will be selected from each sub-venue in the end, representing the highest level of the three venues of heaven, earth and man respectively. This will determine the top three.
As for how to decide the chief, the fair young man still had no clue, but he didn't have the time to think about it.
Not to mention that there is such a strong opponent as Zhao Long in this "dizi venue", but Zhong Lingxi, who Yi Xifeng will face in the first game, is not an easy opponent to deal with.
Thinking of this, the fair boy couldn't help but smile bitterly:
"Zhong Lingxi? Is it recognized that strong men are the best among women in combat?"——
Dividing line--
"Monkey, hurry up!" A Diao turned to He Hou and shouted.
He Hou, who was following the man, kept his head drooped and muttering, not knowing what the boy was talking about.
A Diao saw that the other party was not interested in talking to him, so he turned around and walked over, raising his leg and kicking him.
"Ouch! Boss, why are you kicking me?" He Hou yelled.
"Hmph! Not only did I kick you, I also beat you! When did this happen? You still acted like nothing was wrong and showed me your bright spots!" A Diao cursed.
He Hou did not dare to disobey his boss and said:
"On duty! Of course I will take notice, but we haven't reached Liangchengang yet. And boss, do you know? Today is the most exciting qualifying competition in the martial arts competition. Oh, I hate that grandson of the Dong family, I have to say
Why was he injured during the competition two days ago! Boss, do you believe it or not? He just said he was injured on purpose and asked our team to take over their team's duty. I bet that this old boy is probably at the ring in front of the Presbyterian Church right now.
Let’s watch the competition!”
A Diao sighed. Why didn't he want to experience the most exciting competition in the martial arts competition? But he had responsibilities, no matter how important things were, he could only let them go.
"Okay, even though Dong Hanqian is not a very good person, he doesn't dare to lie to his superiors about this kind of thing. What's more, the defense of Liangchengang is not only staffed by strong men, but also guarded by iron guards." A Diao comforted in a low voice.
Soon the two arrived at the Liangchengang camp. The martial arts arena a few days ago had been dismantled, and the camp had returned to its original appearance. However, there was no one on duty at the watchtower.
A Diao glanced at the observation tower in confusion and murmured: "Why is there no one there?"
He Hou on the side was also a little confused and muttered: "Did you sneak away to watch the competition?"
A Diao winked at the young man and stopped walking towards the camp.
A Diao walked to the barracks alone. At this time, two men walked out of the barracks. When they saw A Diao, they were stunned for a moment, and then said with great joy:
"Brother, are you here to change the guard?"
A Diao glanced at the other party and saw only one of them. He was dressed in a protective armor and looked unfamiliar. He must have never seen him before. However, since he was in a protective armor, it was possible that he didn't recognize him.
"I have been ordered to come on duty. This is my talisman disk." He said and handed his talisman disk to the other party.
The guard in iron clothes waved his hand and said casually:
"No, no, no, since you're here, I'll leave now. By the way, has the competition started?" One of the men asked while rubbing his hands, looking impatient.
"It had already started when we came here, and we should still be competing for the first game now." A Diao replied.
The man asked again: "Tsk, tsk, we have to hurry up. Who will compete with whom in the first game?"
"Zhang Yanshi vs. Qi Chengcheng. Speaking of this game, I even placed a bet! I bet on Qi Chengcheng to win! Brother, go back and help me see, who of them won in the end?" A Diao replied with a smile.
The man smiled cheerfully and said:
"Of course, I will definitely send you a message to tell you! My brother has good vision, and I also think Qi Chengcheng can win!"
…
The two looked at each other and smiled.
The next moment, the shadow of a fist and the light of a sword flashed past!
"Hey, Captain Atiao, what are you doing?" the man in iron armor asked lazily.
"Who are you?" A Diao asked coldly.
The man held the short knife, looked down at his attire, and said with a smile:
"What I'm wearing is of course a protective iron suit! Why did Captain A Diao get violent and hurt someone?" The corners of the man's mouth curled up, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.
"Hmph, your Excellency keeps saying that he is a guard in iron clothes, but you don't know who Zhang Yanshi is, and you still think that Qi Chengcheng will win. Is it possible?" As A Diao said, he slowly retreated towards the gate of the camp.
When he was standing guard at the door, he saw his captain fighting with a guard in iron clothes. He was afraid that he would suffer a loss, so he rushed over.
"It turns out this is here. The boss is right. I have a problem. If I talk too much, I will make mistakes."
The man stopped talking nonsense and slashed at A'Diao with his sword. He had already seen that the opponent was only in the realm of power, but he was actually in the realm of light. If A'Diao hadn't been prepared for the sword light just now, , at this moment, he is already a dead soul under the sword.
At this time, He Hou also rushed towards the camp and shouted: "Boss, let me help you!"
A Diao's face was gloomy, and just when he was about to stop him, he saw another man wearing a strong man's attire following the iron armor, and said with a smile:
"Let me deal with this little monkey."
At the beginning, A Diao noticed every move this strong man performed. Through close observation, he found that this man was also a good player, and his internal energy level was just as strong as his own.
But from beginning to end, A Diao had a glimmer of hope. Until he heard this man say this, his face suddenly changed and he murmured:
"How do you know that his name is Monkey? No, you two didn't look at my talisman disk just now. How did you know that I am A Diao and also the captain?... Could it be!"
Thinking of this, A Diao's face turned pale. He turned to He Hou and shouted, regardless of the man in iron armor who was guarding him behind him: "Monkey! Run! This is a trap. There is someone in the village... Poof..."
A section of the blade emerged from the man's chest, stopping A'Diao's unfinished words.
At the same time, in a farmhouse to the west of the village, a dark-skinned woman was sewing clothes.
I saw a cotton and linen sweatshirt placed in the bamboo basket. There were many large tears in the sweatshirt. It didn't look like man-made sabotage, but more like the person wearing this clothes had left behind some fierce beasts that he had fought with before. Down.
The woman did not sew these holes, but made the sweatshirt smaller. It was basically completed and turned out to be a child's clothing.
The woman looked at the little clothes that were almost finished changing, and touched her still flat belly with a kind face. She murmured:
"Will A Diao like this child?"
After saying that, he laughed first.
"Bo'er, be good, your father must like you. He doesn't know you yet. Tell him when you get back in the evening."
But the woman didn't know that the person she was waiting for would never come back.