Immortal robbery

Chapter 187
"Damn, I made you think that Liu Qin can be shortlisted!"

"Cao Nima, Qu Gao, that idiot, you think you can be shortlisted, why can't I support Senior Brother Liu, your grandfather."

"..."

There was a loud noise, and a group of people surrounded the boss in front of the two.In the crowd, four or five young people in their twenties were fighting.

Fortunately, each of them is still restrained. Although the mana fluctuates a bit, no one releases the magic, just blesses the body, just like ordinary warriors, fighting with bare arms.

While several people wrestled into a ball, they were still cursing.

"These days, there seem to be a lot of fights?" Wang Zijia looked at this scene, it was already the fourth time we met these days.

An Xingsheng heard the words, shook his head with a smile, and said: "Brother, what you have seen is still very little, not only four times, the entire Fulou has been fighting almost every day these days. The main thing is the big competition once every ten years. The play-in competition has come to an end, and we are about to enter the official promotion competition, so everyone is a little excited."

Wang Zijia was suddenly stunned when he heard the words, the scope of Wanyuzong's outer sect, for the outer sect disciples, the outer sect competition held once every ten years, and the whole sect's discussion once every century, are simply more eye-catching than the World Cup in the previous life.

Especially the ten-year competition is a grand gathering for many low-level disciples.

Apart from breaking out of the siege, success and fame, and great changes in fortunes.There are also people who set up handicap for gambling, and various speculations.

So it involves disputes over fame, profit, money, etc. It is not surprising that such a thing happened.

In the world like the previous life, fans of the two teams could fight, and even gang fights broke out among the bettors, let alone such a world.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, you bastard, isn't it over every day!" At this time, a team of law enforcement rushed over and punched and kicked the fighting brothers.

The disciples who were still fighting fiercely a moment ago, blushing their necks, immediately protected their heads and begged for mercy.

"It's nice to be young!" Wang Zijia sighed, shook his head, ignored it, and walked towards the lecture hall.

When An Xingsheng heard the words, he subconsciously glanced at Wang Zijia.

On the young face with sharp edges and corners, although the lines are resolute and very masculine, the tender age can be seen at a glance.

Seeing Wang Zijia's handsome face showing an old-fashioned expression, the corners of An Xingsheng's mouth twitched several times. Fortunately, he had professional training in place, so he didn't show any expression in the end.

"Brother, as the Taoist of the Zongmen, don't you want to sign up for a try?" An Xingsheng looked at Wang Zijia and asked, "I heard that the Taoist is a direct entry to the finals, and there is a reward for signing up. The sect has nearly three At least half of the hundred Daoists participated."

"Forget it, let the youngsters fight for this kind of kid's playing house!" Wang Zijia subconsciously sensed his Daoji, who had been condensed in more than ten days, and smiled. Shaking his head, he said, "I'm... old!!!"

An Xingsheng: "..."

The corner of An Xingsheng's mouth twitched for a moment, and immediately changed the subject abruptly, saying, "I don't know what the reward for the leader of this year's competition is."

"Who knows, it's probably still the third one, Magical Artifacts, Secret Techniques, and Spiritual Objects." Wang Zijia said so.

"Not necessarily, I heard that this year, the elders of the Elder's House seem to have ordered it, so maybe the leader should be rewarded heavily?" An Xingsheng said gossipingly.

"This kind of gossip is mostly rumors." Wang Zijia replied indifferently.

"No, senior brother, do you know the number one seed in the sect?" An Xingsheng was rarely interested, and asked Wang Zijia.

"Leng Wenrui?" Wang Zijia asked tentatively in a questioning tone.

"No, no, no, everyone thinks he's not talented enough, and he's already 27, so he's a bit old." An Xingsheng shook his head, looked at Wang Zijia with a different light in his eyes, and said, "The more Come on, just like you, Senior Brother, you are not yet a weak crown, you are only young, and you are already ready to break through the sacrificial wine."

"More and more? The contemporary grandson of the Yue family? I remember that he is not very famous." Wang Zijia frowned and said, regarding the Zongmen Taoism, these days are also within the scope of his knowledge, so he knows a little.

"Well, it's him, who suddenly appeared in the past few days and announced in a high-profile way that he will win the championship. I heard that the elder Yue Yue of the inner sect has made a lot of connections for this, and deliberately set up the rewards for this year's competition!" An Xingsheng said excitedly , eyes sparkling.

Well, I didn't find out before that this guy had a heart of super gossip, but he still felt that the other party was quite stable.

"Before the promotion competition, the rewards will probably be announced. It should only happen in the next few days. You can see if it is true then!" Wang Zijia shook his head, not interested in it, and said quite casually .

During the conversation between the two, Wang Zijia had already entered the teaching hall, and Wang Zijia began his daily teaching routine.

One morning passed quietly.

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"Dong dong!"

In the afternoon, there was a knock on the door of Wang Zijia's room, who was making fish talismans.

The movements in Wang Zijia's hands didn't stop, and the pens were flying like dragons and snakes, and the runes that flashed with spiritual light kept stacking and overlapping, and finally gathered into a beautiful second-grade talisman.

"Please come in!" Wang Zijia greeted after putting away the just-made, enhanced version of the Lava Fireball Talisman.

An Xingsheng walked in with the old and the young.

For some reason, An Xingsheng, who seldom showed his emotions, had a stiff and unnatural expression at this moment, which caught Wang Zijia's attention.

Without waiting for Wang Zijia to ask, An Xingsheng introduced: "Senior brother Wang, this is Uncle Sha Heng, our uncle who has been a gold-medal second-grade teacher in Fulou for many years."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zijia looked at the old man.

He looks in his fifties, with a kind smile on his face, a little amiable and full of intimacy.Beside him was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, who was well-behaved and seemed a little quiet.

Sha Heng, one of the contemporary core figures of the Sha family, cultivated in the late stage of offering wine, has served as a second-grade gold medal teacher in Fulou for nearly a hundred years, and has a very wide network of contacts.

The Bai family, the Shan family, and the Sha family are the core families of Qi Fumai, and the Sha family, as the descendant of the former Kaimaimai master, has a very strong heritage.

Even if today's contemporary pulse master's surname is Bai instead of Sha, the two families have been married for countless years, so it doesn't have much influence on this.As the gold medal of Fulou, Sha Heng's status can be imagined.

The other party's basic information flashed in his mind, Wang Zijia hurriedly stood up to greet him, and said enthusiastically and respectfully: "Uncle Sha, if you have anything to do, just greet the disciple, how can I bother you, old man, to go there in person! If this If it spread, outsiders would think that the disciple swelled up after entering the building!"

(End of this chapter)