Nine Desolate Sword Demon

Chapter 418 The Tianwu Show Begins

A certain room on the seventh floor of the inn.

"Just now...thank you." Mu Wushuang smiled shyly with a blushing face.

"Thank me for what?" Peng Ye sat at the table and was still sharpening the wooden sword. The wooden sword has also been slightly formed and will be completed soon.

"If you didn't say anything before, I guess I've already started a fight with them." Mu Wushuang said.

Peng Ye didn't speak again, nor did he look at Mu Wushuang, but focused on sharpening the wooden sword in his hand.

"Hey, why did you cut the edge of the sword so blunt, wouldn't it be better to be sharper?" Mu Wushuang said at this time, seeing that the sharp edge of the sword was being cut off with a focused expression.

"Blunt is better, too sharp may hurt yourself." Peng Ye said.

"..." Mu Wushuang was speechless.

"It's getting late, go to bed early." Peng Ye stood up and walked to the corridor outside the door.

"What about you? What are you going to do?" Mu Wushuang looked at the boy's back and asked.

"I'll blow the air outside the door." Peng Ye smiled lightly.

The evening breeze is cool and the starry sky is bright.

After Peng Ye finished sharpening his wooden sword, he leaned against the railing and looked at the dimly lit place in the world. Now that the kings of the world are gathering in the clouds from all directions, he doesn't know what's going on with Siyu.

……

Time passed little by little.

Day [-].

Mu Jieren came to the inn and found Mu Wushuang's private room.

in the room.

"City Master, it's not what you think, I've been sleeping on the ground for the past few days!" Peng Ye's panicked voice sounded to explain.

Obviously, Mu Jieren misunderstood.

"You have courage, you dare to play with me to cook raw rice! Grandma!" Mu Jieren looked at Peng Ye, then patted Peng Ye on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Ah...you young people I can't control the matter, Tianwu has already signed up for you, no matter whether you can win the first place, it's okay not to recognize you as a son-in-law now."

"I, I, I... TM..." Peng Ye Lanshou wanted to cry, but I was dumb for a long time and couldn't tell what I was suffering from.

"Leave me, me, me, Tian Wuyan, perform well, and hold a wedding for you after the end!" Mu Jieren patted Peng Ye on the shoulder and laughed, "Remember, my Mu Jieren's son-in-law can't be disabled, you If you were beaten and disabled during the Tianwu performance, even if you cooked raw rice, I would not recognize you! Come on!"

After finishing speaking, Mu Jieren flew away with a swish.

Peng Ye was sweating profusely on his forehead, and his whole body was trembling. This Mu Jieren is trying to drive me to death, so I'll fuck you...

"Are you... all right?" Mu Wushuang's pretty face was flushed, looking at the trembling white-haired young man, she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, she covered her mouth, and asked tentatively.

"Miss Wushuang, do you want to abandon your innocence, or do you want me to become disabled?" Peng Ye smiled slightly and turned to look at Mu Wushuang.

"Hmm, I don't want both." Seeing Peng Ye's sad look, Mu Wushuang giggled, "Don't worry about comparing your martial arts, I will take care of my father's side, don't worry too much about it. .”

"That's what you said. Once a female man says it, ten thousand horses are hard to catch. After the Tianwu show, I will withdraw and leave the king of the world." Peng Ye said.

"En." Mu Wushuang nodded.

……

The seventh day, early morning.

The crowd around the ancient martial arts field got up very early, and went to the observation deck around the enchantment, for fear that they would not be able to occupy a seat.

Looking around the enchantment, the huge viewing platform is very large, enough to accommodate millions of people, from which the size of the ancient martial arts field can also be calculated.

When Peng Ye came to the entrance of the ancient martial arts dojo, he separated from Mu Wushuang and entered the ancient martial arts dojo with other contestants who signed up for the competition.

Leading their more than 1 participating students was an old man with a white beard. He was wearing a gray robe embroidered with dragon patterns.

There are altogether four middle-aged people on his left and right, all of whom have a very powerful aura, which can be judged as terrifying, and they are always at the same distance from the old man.

"The four eight-turn god kings, I can't even feel the old man's cultivation..." Peng Ye, who was among the students, frowned slightly. It seemed that this world king star was really not simple.

Soon.

The old man led the students to a stop, with a pair of old eyes sharp and stern, looking back at the crowd, he said loudly: "This year's Tianwu show, because the final reward is too special, so the old man, King of the Realm, personally supervises it. "

"In addition, the Tianwu performance is not a trifling matter. All contestants must sign life and death certificates. The rule is that there are no rules. The opponents of all contestants are determined by lottery. The person whose name is on the lottery is your opponent. "The old man said solemnly, and after glancing at everyone, he frowned domineeringly and said, "You all understand?"

"understand!"

Everyone in the barrier agreed one after another, and no one dared to complain, because the old man said three words, the king of the world, which means that he is the star master of the king of the world!

Even if some geniuses try their best, they will never dare to be willful and presumptuous in front of such a star master-level big shot.

"Understood, let's start. 5000 people came up to draw lots, and the other 5000 people signed life and death certificates and returned to their original places to be determined." The serious face of the old man suddenly relaxed, becoming amiable, and the previous domineering was completely gone.

Following his words, all the contestants stepped forward to draw lots...

"There are so many people fighting together, how to fight, it is inevitable that there will be accidental injuries, how to solve it?" someone asked.

"There are places for you to separate." A middle-aged man next to the old man said, and then formed a handprint with the other three middle-aged men.

"Square Lock Sky Formation!"

Rumble!Rumble!Rumble——!
Following the sealing of the four eight-turn god kings, red enchantments like rectangular columns appeared in the ancient martial arts dojo.

There are thousands of places densely packed!
"Although it is not half as good as the ancient Great Emperor's barrier, it is still more than enough to deal with the lethality of you contestants." The old man said to the crowd, and immediately said: "One more rule, you can voluntarily surrender, and the loser only needs to voluntarily surrender. , the winner must not kill them all, if there is any violation, they will lose the qualification of the competition directly! Do you hear clearly?"

"Clear!"

Everyone agreed.

Not long after, the contestants had finished drawing lots, and each of them shouted the names on the bamboo sticks in their hands to respond to their opponents.

"Who is King Li!"

"Who is Zuoguyang? Stand up!"

"Shrinking turtle, damn it has such a weird name! Give me a fight!"

All the contestants clamored to find their opponents, and began to walk towards the middle of the red square enchantment.

Outside the ancient martial arts field.

Watchtower.

Countless spectators whistled excitedly, watching the contestants eager to try in the ancient martial arts dojo, and shouted the name of the genius they admired in their hearts.

However, most of them are the aborigines of King Realm, and those who shout are only a few well-known geniuses in King Realm, and basically no one shouts for other alien geniuses.

(End of this chapter)