The place was small, and men and women were mixed together and there was no way to rest. At Huangfu Yingjie's suggestion, the six of them spent the whole night discussing the tactics of the competition in a small room.
During this period, Liu Zheji argued with them several times until his face turned red, but fortunately, by dawn the next day, he finally convinced these people.
This morning someone from Huangji City would come to announce the start of the competition. The six people came to the hall looking very tired after spending a whole night thinking.
When Patriarch Huan Heng saw these six people looking haggard, as if they hadn't slept at all for several months, he couldn't help but be surprised.
"What did you do at night?" Ancestor Huan Heng couldn't help but asked angrily when he saw Zi Ling hugging Jiang Nichang and looking drowsy.
"Master, we have studied tactics all night." Huangfu Yingjie said respectfully.
"Oh?" Ancestor Huan Heng glanced at him suspiciously, and beside him, Liu Zheji leaned against the pillar next to the main hall, snoring lightly from his nose.
"How can you be so stuck studying tactics?" Patriarch Huan Heng didn't believe Huangfu Yingjie's lies at all.
Just when Patriarch Huan Heng wanted to ask more questions, an old man with a very thick neck came to him with a "haha" laugh. Behind him, there were six warriors with different expressions.
"Huan Heng? Zhongxu Academy also came to participate? I heard that your results were not good in the last competition. What's wrong? Are you unwilling to come in at the bottom again?" The old man's eyes were originally small and he had no eyebrows. When he smiled,
The fat on his face trembled, and his nose and mouth were submerged in the flesh, making him look very oozing.
Patriarch Huan Heng became very angry when he saw this man. However, many warriors in the hall were present, so he immediately started to curse, "Zhu Sanqing, are you too hairy? Do you need me to remove the hair on your lower body?"
Do you need to shave to shut your stinky mouth?"
The voice of Patriarch Huan Heng was very loud. His scolding immediately attracted the attention of all the warriors in the hall. A faint green mist was seen rising above Zhu Sanqing's bald head, and his face also turned red. This move by Patriarch Huan Heng
The scoldings all hit him where it hurts.
Zhu Sanqing is the Supreme Elder of Kanzhou Zhanyuan Academy. His biggest hobby in life is to bet with others. The things he bets with are different from others. Others bet on spiritual stones, martial arts, and rare treasures. If he loses, he will fight with others.
He bet on hair, clothes and other weird things. Last time he lost his hair, and he lost his eyebrows when he had a bet with Patriarch Huan Heng.
"Huan Heng, do you dare to have a bet with me?"
Just when everyone thought Zhu Sanqing had taken action, who would have thought that he suddenly said such a sentence, which immediately made some of the Transformation Realm ancestors who had bet with Zhu Sanqing laugh.
"This Fatty Zhu, he lost his storage bag to me last time in a bet. Let's see what else he bets with Huan Heng this time." A Tsing Yi Hua Jing Ancestor smiled and said to the Hua Jing next to him.
As he spoke, Zhu Sanqing immediately turned his eyes when he heard the ancestor's voice.
"Zhang Tianyun, do you dare to have a bet with me?"
The expression of the ancestor named Zhang Tianyun was stagnant. Although Zhu Sanqing lost more than he won, he was betting big. No one could say for sure whether he would lose. If he lost, he would become the laughing stock of his colleagues, not to mention
My flesh hurts!
Zhang Tianyun laughed dryly and said: "Zhu Sanqing, didn't you ask Huan Heng for a gambling fight? I won't interfere with you, you continue to gamble! Continue to gamble!" After saying this, Zhang Tianyun said hello to Hua Jing next to him, rubbed oil on the soles of his feet, and slipped away.
at.
"Humph, you are as timid as a mouse!"
After Zhu Sanqing finished speaking, he turned back to look at Patriarch Huan Heng, "Huan Heng! Do you dare to bet with me?"
"What are you betting on?" Patriarch Huan Heng snorted, he was not afraid of Zhu Sanqing.
"Let's bet on which of our two academies is ranked higher! If you are higher than me, I will call you grandpa!"
"Pfft..." At this time, a disciple behind Zhu Sanqing suddenly couldn't help but spit out. He was Zhu Sanqing's grandson. He suddenly heard that Zhu Sanqing was about to call someone grandpa, and he could no longer control his smile.
"You little bastard! Dare you laugh at your grandpa?"
Zhu Sanqing was so angry that he went over to beat the disciple. The disciple was also smart and saw that the situation was not good and quickly hid behind his senior sister.
"Zhu Sanqing, why are you competing with a junior? I made a bet with you. I don't believe that your Zhanyuan Academy can beat me, Zhongxu Academy!"
Ancestor Huan Heng snorted coldly and agreed to the bet with Zhu Sanqing.
"Wait, you Huan Heng, wait and call me grandpa!" Zhu Sanqing pointed at Huan Heng, and then left with his disciples behind him. When leaving, he even kicked his grandson several times, making the scene very noisy.
"Don't worry, Master, their team is only the third echelon." Huangfu Yingjie said flatteringly beside Huan Heng.
"Oh?" Huan
Heng glanced at Huangfu Yingjie doubtfully and said, "Have you divided the echelons yet?" Then he asked nervously: "Which echelon are we?"
"Uh...the fourth echelon."
Huan Heng: "..."
When everyone in the field was almost there, another light came on above the formation's light film.
"Huangji City! Arrive!"
"What! Huangji City also came to participate in the competition?" A warrior exclaimed.
"What! Huangji City?" Liu Zheji was sleeping comfortably leaning against a pillar when he was suddenly woken up from his dream by a loud exclamation.
"Huangji City actually sends a small team to participate in the Eight-State Competition?" Liu Zheji asked.
Lei Jue shook his head, "This is also the first time I have heard of it. There has never been any precedent before!"
Just as the warriors in the main hall were discussing, a group of people walked in under the leadership of a middle-aged man in purple and gold robes. The middle-aged man in purple and gold robes at the head looked very majestic. After seeing his appearance, some people immediately exclaimed.
"Prince Zhan is here too!"
Prince Zhan, whose full name is Zhan Yunfei, is the second opposite-sex king of the Han Dynasty. His fiefdom is in Qianzhou, so Huangji City sent him to lead the team to compete this time.
Behind Zhan Yunfei was a young man also wearing a purple robe. A young man looked arrogant and raised his head high. When he saw that many warriors showed no fear of him, his face suddenly dropped.
Just when he was about to scold everyone, a cold voice next to him stopped him, "If His Highness, Thirteenth Highness, can't tell his identity clearly in a place like this, Beichen doesn't have to participate this time."
The arrogant young man's name was Liu Longchang, and he was the thirteenth child of the Emperor of the Han Dynasty. Liu Longchang frowned when he heard the voice of the indifferent young man next to him, and temporarily suppressed his anger.
Liu Zheji, another young man in purple robe, also knew him. It was Liu Taiyi who had attended the apprenticeship hall before. At this time, he was chatting and laughing with a slim figure with silver hair. When the woman turned her face, Liu Zheji's whole body
People are like being struck by lightning.
"Gu! Meng! Er!" Liu Zheji gritted his teeth and said these three words. A strong murderous intent suddenly emitted from his body. The Bichao Qi in his body turned into Qisha Qi at some point. This
A strong murderous aura filled the hall, and some weak warriors' calves suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably. A sour feeling in their lower abdomens made them look at Liu Zheji in shock.
Just when Gu Meng'er was also looking here due to the murderous intention, Liu Zheji suddenly dropped his murderous aura and turned into a smiling look.
"This son..."
In the corner, a group of people stood together alone. The other warriors were far away from them, dividing them into an independent space.
Just now, Liu Zheji's murderous intent flashed away, but they still captured it.
"Who is it?" A young man in a light-colored gown raised his head in surprise.
"Very strong." Opposite him, a young man dressed as a scholar, shaking a feather fan, said with a smile.
Strong men from all sides noticed the killing intent on Liu Zheji, but Liu Zheji moved and retracted very freely. Except for a few frightened warriors who went to the toilet, the others did not find the initiator of the murderous intent.
When Gu Meng'er saw Liu Zheji, surprise suddenly appeared on her face, but he was talking to Liu Taiyi and couldn't leave directly.
At this time, an enchanting woman in purple quietly climbed onto Gu Meng'er's shoulder and whispered in her ear: "Meng'er, it seems that there is someone who has been watching you."
Gu Meng'er knew that Mengyuan was talking about Liu Zheji, but when she looked at Liu Zheji, he moved his eyes away without any trace, and then started talking to Jiang Nichang.
"Liu Zheji is a dead head!" Gu Meng'er gritted her teeth so hard that they made a loud crunching sound.
The formation light film located in the main hall interrupted the greetings of everyone in the hall. The formation light film emitted a burst of dazzling light, and a huge illusory figure emerged from above.
"I will preside over this eight-state competition!"
This voice seemed to carry a will that could not be rejected, causing everyone's minds to shake violently. As the illusion solidified, the appearance of the huge figure became clear.
"Dean Huang!"
This person is none other than Huang Xiaoyun from Qianzhou Wuji Academy, the undisputed number one master in the eight states.
Huang Xiaoyun lowered his head slightly and said to everyone: "The Eight-State Competition will be held as scheduled tomorrow. Immediately, the presidents and elders of each state, as well as famous transformation warriors, will come to visit the competition. I hope you can get a satisfactory one."
results.
After Huang Xiaoyun finished speaking, his figure disappeared above the formation's light film.
Subsequently, a large series of words and pictures appeared on the array light film.
Like information.
"The first game of the Eight-State Competition will be held in Qianzhou Luoyu Forest. The specific rules and procedures will be announced on-site tomorrow."
Below the text is a map of Luoyu Forest. A red border extends the entire Luoyu Forest including its periphery. Within the red, dozens of smaller blue circles are scattered throughout Luoyu Forest. Within each blue circle
The names of each team are densely marked.
"Are we here?"
Liu Zheji looked for a long time but couldn't find his team. Jiang Nichang immediately saw the name of Zhongxu Team in the upper left corner of Luoyu Forest.
"What does this mean?" Liu Zheji and others were puzzled. At this time, the big word "Duanya" was written in the center of the blue circle where their team was. In addition to their names, there were countless others in the blue circle.
There are black dots, green dots and purple dots. These light dots are wandering around in the blue circle at this time. Occasionally, a light dot touches the frame of the blue circle. It seems that it can't get out. It clings to the edge of the blue frame and is reluctant to leave.
go.
"These light spots may be our targets." Liu Zheji said solemnly. At night, Liu Zheji and others returned to the small room. Huangfu Yingjie and others were too worried to sleep, so they simply gathered together to discuss.
Liu Zheji had something on his mind and didn't get involved. He casually said something to them and then opened the door and walked out.
When he just opened the door, a fragrant breeze hit him, and a strong arm tightly clamped Liu Zheji's neck.
"Help!" Before Liu Zheji could say anything, another hand covered his mouth.
"If you don't want to die, come with me!" A cold voice said against Liu Zheji's ear.
Liu Zheji felt the huge force coming from his neck. It seemed that with just a slight twist, his life would be sealed. For the sake of the continuation of his life, Liu Zheji chose to obey.
After Liu Zheji's body was dragged away, Jiang Nichang chased him out of the house with some uneasiness. When she saw the marks on the ground, the scene of Liu Zheji's feet struggling on the ground suddenly appeared in her mind.
"Not good!" Before she could inform Huangfu Yingjie and the others, Jiang Nichang chased them down the corridor.
The warriors' residence is divided into three floors like a honeycomb. The first floor is where teams like Liu Zheji live, with small rooms next to each other. The configuration on the second floor is better. Not only does the room become larger, but the inside
There are also separate rooms.
On the third floor, there was almost a big room for everyone, and the Yi Palace invisibly divided the levels for all the participating warriors.
Liu Zheji was dragged from the first floor to the third floor by the strong arms, and then was dragged into a room.
"Bang."
Liu Zheji was thrown out by the owner of the arm and hit a soft big bed. In the darkness, Liu Zheji could only see the other party's eyes shining with crystal light. The next second, the owner of these eyes fit into his body.
Pounced on him.
"Liu Zheji! You bastard!"
Gu Meng'er pinched Liu Zheji's thigh with one hand and lay on his chest, shaking constantly. Slowly, Liu Zheji felt a moist feeling coming from his chest.
"Hey..." Liu Zheji sighed and gently raised the head of the person on top of him.
Gu Meng'er was still sobbing non-stop, and the glistening water on her face kept falling on Liu Zheji's face.
A trace of sour taste poured into his heart from the corner of his mouth. Liu Zheji couldn't help but sigh. His hand with no place to rest gently touched Gu Menger's back.
The sour feeling became even more profound...
"Song Kai! Smash it!"
Liu Zheji screamed, and the huge pain in his mouth made him cry. Liu Zheji felt a sweet liquid flowing down his throat.
"Song! Kai!" Liu Zheji shouted vaguely.
"Ni Fenngle??" Liu Zheji took a sip of Liangpi. He felt that his mouth no longer belonged to him, and he was so numb that he completely lost consciousness.
Gu Meng'er felt quite aggrieved. She blamed herself when she saw Liu's broken halberd. All the grievances she had suffered during this period came to her heart. When the grievances turned into grief and anger, the grief and anger became strength. Gu Meng'er raised her little fist and hit it.
Liu Zheji's chest.
Originally, Liu Zheji was still tugging on his lips, screaming, but Gu Meng'er punched Liu Zheji straight in the eyes without any warning, and a fountain of blood spurted straight towards him.
The ceiling dyed the top of the entire room extremely scary.
The strong smell of blood filled the house. Gu Meng'er stared blankly at Liu Zheji's collapsed chest. At this time, Liu Zheji was already in a state of exhaling more air than inhaling.
"Bang!" A loud noise came from the door. Jiang Nichang didn't know when she found this place and knocked the door open. When she saw the figure sitting on the willow halberd clearly, she closed the door silently.