death row

Chapter 101 The Great War Begins

Xiao Kenan, who Leng Qingyan was staring at, straightened his eyes, and stuck to his body inseparably, unable to move.

I was secretly ashamed and annoyed, I treated you so enthusiastically, but you completely ignored me, is it so important for a person's appearance?

Thinking carefully about what Xiao Kenan possesses is not only his appearance, but also his distinguished family affairs and super strength realm. Later, Ma Jingtian told me that this person used his family relationship to get the crocodile king of the East China Sea from Luo Tiangong in Wanshou Villa. Back armor, and relying on this thing to quickly increase the Yuanli Realm, so he has entered the fifth level at a young age, even the masters of Xiaolongwei, Yuanli Realm is below it.

Compared with him, I am a pure dick, and Leng Qingyan of course welcomes him and neglects me.

Thinking of this, I dejectedly squeezed my way through the crowd and returned to my room. Liu Baiyun went out obediently without needing to be greeted.

Early the next morning, I followed Ma Jingtian to the Martial Arts Arena, and saw that tents had already been set up on the east stand, and those classmates or relatives and friends who accompanied the contestants to participate in the selection competition were all sitting in it, eating melon seeds, eating snacks, and joking. , is no different from the general audience watching the show.

"Boss, these are Xiaolongwei's bosses? They are really a bunch of ordinary people." I said disdainfully.

Ma Jingtian nodded and said, "It's right not to be nervous, but don't be too relaxed."

"Don't worry, it won't happen." I said confidently.

I know very well in my heart that the extremely true magic fire in my body is still not fully controllable, and this is a "magic skill" and it is impossible to use it on occasions where Xiaolongwei gathers, but my Yuanli realm has entered Duoyuan, Among the people present, only Xiao Kenan was one level higher than me, so he was absolutely sure of getting a quota.

Of course, the premise is not to meet him in advance.

There are three empty chairs in the middle of the highest part of the viewing platform, and it seems that there are still distinguished guests yet to arrive.

People with status must be the last to arrive. This is an eternal rule in officialdom, and it seems that it also works here in Xiaolongwei.

Until the sun was high, I saw the nervous deputy chief rushing up from the foot of the mountain, waving repeatedly: "Come, come."

The hustle and bustle of people suddenly disappeared, and those gluttonous girls who were eating hurriedly hid their snacks behind them, and everyone got up and stood upright, standing respectfully.

After a while, dozens of tall and strong young men were seen, wearing golden helmets, snow-white silk shirts, bright red knickerbockers, golden combat boots, and waist knives carved with dragons and phoenixes on their waists. The two walked up in a row.

Then came three middle-aged men of different shapes, with a pair of short golden sticks stuck behind their heads as they walked. The shoulders are dark and muscular.

The one in the middle is white and fat, with a pleasant smile, wishing to see everyone nodding and being polite, with a shiny back, wearing a floral shirt and white trousers, looking like an old overseas Chinese who returned home in 80 years.

The last one is thin, with a dark complexion, a black beard under his chin, a slightly hunchback, a mustache on his mouth, a monkey cheek with a sharp mouth, small eyes shining brightly, and his eyes are fixed. But there is majesty.

However, when he walked to the viewing platform, everyone in front of him moved out of the way, and the "rat spirit" took the seat first, regardless of the two people behind him, he stretched out his hands and waved: "Don't be polite, sit down first." .”

Everyone then sat back in their seats.

"These three people are Liao Xingtian, chief lieutenant of Hu Ting, old Zhou Kai of Yanyun Pavilion, the one in the middle is a super big man, the steward of the sixth patriarch, and Luo Tiangong, the owner of Wanshou Villa. Participating, so he also came." Ma Jingtian said lightly.

"So I guess Xiao Kenan must be No.1, the great-great-grandson of Patriarch Yuanling, if he takes the second place, where will he save his face?" Liu Baiyun laughed.

"So this time you are fighting for No.2." Ma Jingtian said to us solemnly.

It's still not fair, it's still a world of rich and powerful, nothing has changed in the slightest, exactly the same, I sneered in my heart.

I saw a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy walking onto the martial arts arena with a big golden bow on his shoulders. He had a small crew-shaven head, delicate features, red lips and white teeth, and was wearing a blue exercise uniform. He looked very energetic.

After the young man stood still, he saluted Luo Tiangong who was sitting still in the stands: "Dingyi Luo, the fifth-generation descendant of Wanshou Mountain Villa No. 70, today I want to report my cultivation achievements to everyone here, and I will also give you a small profit from my villa. , I am a late learner, please correct me seniors."

Seeing him talking eloquently to many Xiaolongwei at a young age, it shows that his extraordinary family affairs have given him extraordinary insights.

Those who wanted to curry favor with the Luo family all clapped their hands and praised, some even turned their heads and gave Luo Tiangong a flattering thumbs up, but his face was expressionless, but there was a faint gleam of light in his eyes staring at his grandson, love The heart of a child arises spontaneously.

As soon as the young man finished speaking, he took down the golden bow from behind, and pointed the bow and arrow at the sky.

Amid the long cry, three huge black eagles flapped their wings and flew out of the forest, and flew towards the sky.

Fuck, is this going to play The Legend of the Condor Heroes?I was suddenly confused.

I saw that the boy didn't take aim, and shot an arrow towards the sky.

"call out!"

This is a cloud-piercing arrow, with a sharp whistling sound in the middle of the arrow, the eagle soaring in the sky flapped its wings fiercely, and climbed rapidly to a high place. The young man took out three bows and arrows and put them on the strings, shouting "Hi", Shang Jin, I saw a faint golden light floating on the two arms, and the young man's eyes were even brighter.

There was applause from the stands before the arrow came out.

Liu Baiyun sighed slightly: "Such a young age has actually cultivated the Flowing Cloud Arrow Qi, what a genius in martial arts."

I don't think it's a big deal, because the cultivation of Yuanli will be accompanied by Qi, but the color is different, so I asked: "What is Liuyun Arrow Qi?"

"My knowledge is limited, and I dare not fiddle with it in front of the cavalry."

Ma Jingtian stared intently at the field, and I said, "Don't be so polite, just say it."

"This is the only housekeeping skill of Wanshou Villa. Flowing Cloud Arrow Qi is not a magical skill at a low level, but it can be used to shoot hell beasts at a high level. It is an ancient magical skill. Judging from his age, there is hope."

"It's meaningless to practice well, Luo Yushi is gone, who can recruit hell monsters?" I said.

"What you said is, so this kind of kung fu is just to strengthen the body, and other than that, it can only be used to perform before the martial arts competition." Liu Baiyun continued following my words.

The black giant eagle climbed a certain distance, turned around and swooped down rapidly, only to see a layer of gold gradually oozing from the black head, and the feathers on the wings also began to emerge golden yellow.

The black bird instantly becomes a golden eagle, needless to say it is a strong shock to human vision.

Ma Jingtian sneered and said to himself, "The one surnamed Luo is really willing to spend money. In order to show his grandson's face, he actually sacrificed the flag with a golden war eagle."

The young man took aim for a moment, and a golden light shot out from the tip of the arrow. He let go of the hand holding the arrow feathers, and there were three swishing sounds, and the golden arrow pierced through the air. With the arrow as the center, the left and right arrows began to rotate rapidly. Just looking at the three arrows, they were not too thick. After rotating, they formed a cylindrical beam of light, and then there was a bang...

The surging golden gas instantly formed a God of War with a golden helmet and armor. He looked enraged, and swung a golden sword with his veined hands, slashing at a golden war eagle out of thin air.

The energy aroused by the blade sizzled in mid-air, and the fastest diving war eagle was caught off guard by the phantom of the long sword. It let out a mournful cry, lost its balance, spun in the air and fell to the ground where all of us gathered. The place.

Our stand is on the left side of Xiaolongwei's viewing platform, and there is Hu Tingwei in the middle. I saw three feathered arrows stuck in the golden chest of the war eagle, and the golden color of the blood covered area disappeared immediately.

The war eagle struggled to death, flapping its wings fiercely, and the airflow rolled up by the wings was like a violent storm to the condemned prisoners. Four or five of the nearest condemned prisoners were blown tens of meters away by the strong wind and fell down the cliff amidst the screams of the condemned prisoners. Exhausted, he fell into the crowd again, and the giant claws ripped open another person.

(End of this chapter)