Xuantian 1: Ancient Xuandongtian

On the arena, two Primordial Condensation Realm monks in blue clothes and red clothes are competing nervously.

On one side of the arena, a young man was holding two flags, one red and one white, carefully watching every move of the two with a blank expression.

In fact, the fighting referee has three small flags, and there is a yellow flag in the flag bag on his back.

But this yellow flag is rarely used because it is a suspension flag.

"Whoosh!"

A whistling wind passed by, and blood flowed from the neck of the monk in blue.

"stop!"

Seeing this, Mu Hanchan immediately took out the yellow flag from the flag bag on his back.

Then he walked forward quickly to check the blue-clothed friar's injuries.

After a while, he said solemnly: "Zhixue powder!"

After a while, he said again: "Hurry up and carry it down, and find the elder deacon for treatment!"

So the blue-clothed monk was carried to the healing room by a few handyman disciples.

Mu Hanchan asked the monk in red: "What magic weapon did you use just now? Take it out."

The monk in red thumped, and said, "It's nothing, I don't have a magic weapon, it's just a wind blade technique.

I accidentally hurt his neck, it was really unintentional. "

Mu Hanchan said: "In this arena, hidden weapons are not allowed, attacking vital points is not allowed, and forbidden pills are not allowed. Have you forgotten the rules?"

"I, I didn't do it on purpose..." the red monk retorted.

Mu Hanchan said: "I don't care if you handed over the concealed weapon on purpose or not. If the other party is fine, I won't report this matter."

The red-clothed monk struggled for a while with a difficult expression, and finally compromised: "Okay, here you are."

Then he took out a three-inch knife from his sleeve and connected it with a thin chain that was a foot long.

Mu Hanchan found Chang Quan and complained, "Senior Brother Six, I don't want to be a match referee anymore."

"why?"

"Because it's too boring and boring, mainly because it's too low-end."

"Then what do you want?"

"Someone contacted me and told me to go hunting and be a scout."

"What's your intention?"

"I want to go and see."

Chang Quan sighed, and said, "Junior brother, no matter what industry you are in, it takes time. Even if you are a master, you still need to grind a little bit."

Then he said: "You want to go to the hunting club to have a look, that's fine. I'll tell Mr. Zhang to reserve this referee seat for you first. Give me an answer in a month's time."

"Okay, brother."

"Originally, I thought that if you serve as a martial arts referee in this handyman's courtyard for three years, you will be eligible to join the referee committee. Then you will be able to get the resources to break through to the spirit realm. Then you will be able to become a member of the sect's patriarchal system after another 30 years."

"A thousand years?"

"Thirty years is not enough. But when you get ahead, you will be an iron rice bowl in the system. Not only that, but you can also bless your brothers and sisters. And our next generation of disciples in the future will all rely on you as an uncle and uncle."

"Thank you, brother, for your hard work."

After Mu Hanchan left, Chang Quan went to find the elder and talked about it.

"Your junior brother wants to retreat for a month? Okay, yes." The elder directly agreed, and said: "During the mountain gate meeting, I met this young man, and I had a good impression of him. He is dressed in a luxurious mid-to-high-grade magic weapon, and the weapon in his hand is even a top-grade magic weapon. However, there is no trace of arrogance in his speech and demeanor. Instead, he is full of politeness and humility.

I appreciate it very much. "

Chang Quan replied: "I'm not arrogant, it's because I've seen the world."

"Haha! What a person who has seen the world!" The elder laughed, and Chang Quan also laughed.