Chapter 22 Climbing high and looking into the distance
In the waiting seat next to the high platform, a young man wearing black clothes with yellow edges looked at the girl on the stage and made a sound of admiration.
"What a wonderful swordsmanship, like an antelope hanging its horns, light and natural. It seems that I have to show some skills this time." He tapped the folding fan in the palm of his hand, with a look of interest in his eyes.
"No. 149, Ying Canxiao."
As the words fell, a man with stern eyebrows walked onto the stage. He was wearing dark blue clothes, smart and tight-fitting, and placed one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
After the old man in charge of the assessment finished explaining the rules, he nodded slightly and stood still.
When the waiting master became a little impatient, he suddenly took action, like a black crow, and rushed towards the opposite side.
呲——
A short and sharp friction sound sounded on the stage. When everyone turned their eyes, they found that he had pointed the sword at the old master's neck. Only then did everyone see clearly, the sword in the old master's hand.
The long knife that was half out had been torn and broken.
After a brief pause, the audience suddenly burst into excited cries.
Then the man in dark green clothing withdrew his long sword and walked slowly down the stage, leaving everyone with a silent back.
In the seats next to the wooden platform, several sect representatives who were watching the battle also started talking to each other.
"I think I've heard of this before."
"Yes, he is Ying Sangyang's grandson, Ying Canxiao. If nothing else happens, he is likely to join Xuanyi Palace. After all, his grandfather was the head of Xuanyi Palace."
"But will Xuanyi Palace really accept him? You must know that his grandfather offended too many people with his cruel methods and was executed by the Holy Emperor. This incident also caused the status of Xuanyi Palace to plummet.
Being ostracized.”
"Oh, this is indeed a problem. Not only Xuanyi Palace, but other sects, including us, are also undecided whether they should be included in the gate."
"Forget it, let's just leave it like that. Don't take the initiative to contact me, but don't take the initiative to refuse. It depends on what he thinks."
"Yes, uncle."
Lorraine Hill returned to his seat, and the girl sitting next to him asked excitedly.
"So strong, so powerful! Does Jian Lan's swordsmanship come from her family? She is so good at this age." Tang Nanlian looked at Lorraine Hill with a curious face, and the excitement in her eyes was unstoppable.
"Well, that's right." The girl thought for a while and nodded, otherwise it would be difficult to explain.
"Several elders in the family have practiced it before, and later passed it on to me." She thought, and the other witches could indeed be said to be her elders.
"That's it, but it's amazing. It can reach this level. My family has been running a clothing store for generations, but I can't learn my mother's embroidery skills. I can't even embroider a duck.
,Um." Tang Nanlian muttered, talking about her occasional stupidity.
"Well... maybe practice makes perfect." Lorraine Hill didn't know how to comfort him.
"I guess so. I'm not very interested in embroidery. Sitting under the lamp every day is so boring. I might as well go out for a walk. By the way, I'm also quite interested in swordsmanship and have learned a little bit."
I'm afraid it's more than a little bit, Lorraine Hill thought to herself. She had seen it during the preliminary competition. This girl's swordsmanship is still very powerful, and she also has good moves. She is not a random practitioner.
Just as the two of them were talking quietly on the side, there was another loud shout from the audience. They looked up and saw a handsome young man standing on the high platform.
The rival master had already fallen to the ground.
"No. 178, Wu Xingkui, wins."
"Promise." He closed his sleeves, bent down and saluted, leaving the old chef opposite him with nowhere to get angry. Then he jumped off the platform with great grace and walked to the waiting seats aside.
Under the attention of everyone, he walked unhurriedly to the seat of Lorraine Hill and slightly cupped his hands.
"I, Wu Xingkui, would like to get to know Miss Jian Lan. A small gift cannot be considered respectful." After saying that, he took out something from his sleeve, and the small box floated up and flew slowly towards the girl.
, and then falls.
Looking at the flying box, Lorraine Hill thought for a moment, and instead of pushing it back directly, he gently let it open in the air.
After the box was opened, a small wooden sign was revealed. It was long and narrow in shape and had cinnabar patterns on it.
"Peach God's Order?" Tang Nanlian next to her said uncertainly.
"This is a product of the Red Immortal Sect, the Evil-Warding Peach Divine Token. Wearing it on your body, you can enter wild and remote mountains and swamps. Generally, monsters and poisonous insects below the fifth level dare not approach. It is very convenient."
"But the Peach God Token will gradually fade from the time it is made, and will completely lose its effect after three years."
"What's the general value?" the girl asked curiously.
"Let me think about it, about 16-20 gold vessels. However, the overall strength of practitioners is not as good as before, so it may be more valuable."
Call it precious, but it’s not particularly precious. After all, it’s something you can buy. Call it not precious, but it’s actually very practical, and the price is right there.
Lorraine Hill thought to himself that this Wu Xingkui was very good at showing his sincerity without being too precious and making people feel that he was overpowering others.
In fact, for her, she can accept or reject it. Anyway, she can afford such a gift at any time in the future.
"Thank you, Mr. Wu." Rather than the gift, she was more interested in the sequence practiced by Wu Xingkui, which was a relatively rare necromantic sequence in both continents. She also didn't know the various secret techniques of the Mercury Dynasty back then.
How did it get here.
After a simple thank you, Lorraine Hill stopped talking and continued to sit where he was, without even getting up.
Wu Xingkui didn't find it strange when he saw her. If Miss Jialan's mood changed drastically like that of an ordinary girl, he would actually look down upon her.
After that, several other people came on stage one after another, showing off their various stunts and specialties. The experienced masters on the stage also commented and guided them.
Although most of them are old and their strength has declined significantly, after all, their vision is still there and they can see a lot of things.
Finally, just when everyone thought it would end peacefully, a bald man came onto the stage.
"No. 199, Huanggu."
He had nothing in his hands, and his steps were heavy, like a giant beast. He stepped onto the high platform step by step. His figure, nearly three meters tall, looked down at the old master below like a mountain.
The old master also slightly raised his lips, moistened his throat, and pulled out the long knife in his hand.
"Let's get started." A faint white air floated on the old body, the blood vessels gradually filled up, and the veins under the skin bulged like pythons and earthworms.
"Then I'll offend you, sir." Huang Gu clasped his fists.
drink--
A roar sounded like thunder, and he stretched out his rough arms like iron pincers towards the old master below.
A long knife was slashed out, directly slashing the arm glowing with copper light. Although it was not sharpened, it was also extremely sharp under the blessing of the light of the knife.
Dang——, there was a sound like being struck on an iron pillar, the long knife was directly bounced away, and the big hand directly grasped the head of the old master and lifted it up.
The five fingers were tightly clasped into the skull, even making it slightly dented. The old master below also had a blood-red face and was struggling, but the various moves he used seemed to be hitting his body of copper and iron, and there was no response.
"No. 199, Huanggu, wins." As the referee read out, the tall man let go of his hand and let the old master fall.
"Ahem..." The rapid coughing was accompanied by some blood droplets, which sprayed on the ground of the high platform, which made people feel quite frightened.
"This man is a strong man..." The audience in the audience was extremely quiet at this moment, and many people were even a little afraid of this man.
However, there was still no change in the expression on Huang Ku's face. After briefly clasping his fists, Bian also walked down the steps.
In this way, as the last member's competition was completed, the second round of assessment also ended. Taking advantage of the short rest, the factions on the four towers also started talking to each other.
"Ask the other three sects, what is the origin of this Huanggu? I have never heard of it before, but judging from his body shape, he might be a descendant of the God of Thunder. Otherwise, he would not be so tall." The consul of the Red Immortal Sect is a man in his thirties.
A man of many years old, he was playing a wooden flute in his hand, and he was wearing clothes with beautiful blue cloth. Behind him stood a master of the Red Immortal Cult of Digital Sequence 4.
On the high tower of Yonglei Mansion.
"This person is very fierce. If you want to recruit a disciple, you will have to undergo some education." An old man with a white beard was talking to the people around him about the Huanggu just now.
"The master of the palace has decided that I don't know much about your spiritual practice, so I won't do anything about it." The man next to him is still wearing official uniform, and it seems that he is Lei Xiaze's city lord.
"On the other hand, Miss Jialan's origins are quite mysterious. I sent someone to inquire just now, and Min Zezhou had never heard of her existence before. And the Wuyu Village she reported to is a village of the Yeyu clan, with a population of just that
There are dozens of households, it is impossible that there was no news before."
"In other words, did you come here recently?"
"It should be, maybe after a certain expert, come down the mountain and try your skills."
"That should be it. Let the people below pay attention and don't offend me. It might be one of the disciples who came out to travel around the world."
"Here."
After finishing speaking, a guard wearing a dark blue uniform walked down the tower behind him and began to explain some things.
In the high tower belonging to Xuanyi Palace.
"Ying Canxiao didn't even say hello to us uncles before he came. It's really...sigh." After a while, the shorter old man shook his head and sighed.
"I guess I have some knots in my heart. After that incident, in order to avoid suspicion, we made other people in the faction separate from the incident and made some cuts. In these years, we also deliberately did not contact the descendants of Leader Ying to avoid being noticed by Yuanlongsi
.”
"It is also forced by the situation. Our Xuanyi Palace can no longer afford to break its promise for the second time. If there are no disciples in Luo Jing, then the last door number of our Xuanyi Palace in the Qilei Seven Continents will also be
They were stripped away and then perished.”
"Oh... let's not talk about it anymore. Regardless of whether he comes to Xuanyi Palace or not, we will help him secretly. This can be regarded as repaying the kindness of being the leader." The words of the few people gradually stopped.
In the high tower of Yinmiao Village.
"That boy from the Wu family is pretty good. He is indeed Brother Long Xi's nephew. Do you think he will come to our Yinmiao Village this time?" On the high tower, a man tapped his leg and looked at the scene below, holding a small knife in his hand.
It rotates nimbly between the fingers, like a silver butterfly.
The few people behind looked at each other, and then replied: "It must be a bit difficult. When that boy came to play in the village when he was a child, he claimed that he wanted to be a romantic and cheerful hero, but he was not a good blacksmith and swordsman."
"Brother Long taught him a lot about this matter, but after all, it's my sister's child and it's hard to be harsh, so I have to let him go."
"Hahaha, it looks like another Hunjiang dragon." The laughter was loud and lingering.
With the end of the assessment, a new round of registration begins. At this time, there is more information to fill in, including the factions that individuals want to join.
"Which faction is Sister Jialan going to?" Tang Nanlian curiously asked the girl next to her.
"Let me take a look first." The girl did not answer immediately.
"You haven't made up your mind yet? As for me, I have already decided to go to Qingluyuan."
"But isn't Qingluyuan located in Mu Qingzhou in the south?" The girl blinked. It would take hundreds of miles to get there.
"Yes, but you can visit Shanmen with a recommendation letter." The girl explained.
Although the treatment will not be as generous and important as in the local area, those who pass the election can still get a letter of recommendation and visit the designated sect. As for whether the other party recognizes it or not, that is one thing.
"That's it..." She wasn't picky about the sect, she just wanted to have less chores and be quiet.
"Okay, I've finished filling it out. As for the factions, there's no rush. It's fine if you don't fill it out. It's just for reference anyway. We will arrange meetings between each faction and the newcomers tomorrow," Tang Nanlian said.
"Then let's do it." The girl put down her pen and thought about the names she just saw.
'Zhushanyuan', 'Yellow Wine Temple', 'Jiusefang' and 'Qingyu Pavilion' are actually all OK, but they are the styles of the four major factions, which are not in line with her preferences.
"Ah, Sister Jialan, they are calling us, do you want to go together?" Tang Nanlian held Lorraine Hill's hand and waved.
Lorraine Hill looked up and saw that it was the young man who had promised to treat everyone to a banquet at the waiting table. At this time, a group of people were standing around him, greeting each other.
"Go and take a look." He also happened to ask if there was anyone who was well-informed and knew about the situation in the Western Continent.
Now that I have some strength, I still have to go back to the Western Continent to see what the situation is like there now.
After making up their mind, Lorraine Hill and Tang Nanlian walked towards the group of people and joined them.
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the fun. My fellow countrymen, all of you are of the same age, and are lucky enough to have a small amount of money at home. Today I invite you all to go upstairs and have a drink together to share this good fortune."
"Hahaha, Brother Lan, why should you be so modest? I will definitely accompany you. Apart from anything else, several celebrities in our election this time are all here." After finishing speaking, others looked around in surprise and discovered that they had been there before.
Those four outstanding talents also happened to be on the team.
Ying Canxiao, Jia Lan, Wu Xingkui and Huang Ku were all standing among them.
"Let's go! Climb higher, climb higher. You won't come back until you get drunk today!"