first evil king

Chapter 46 Purgatory
And during this month, countless martial arts practitioners gathered in Yuncheng. As time went by, the first Martial League Conference of Nanyan Kingdom, which the martial arts practitioners were eagerly waiting for, was about to open, and the iron-faced boy would soon be active in the martial arts world. stage.

On the Martial Arts Field in Nuoda in front of the City Lord’s Mansion, the alliance altar was built high, with flags fluttering, and the starting point was elevated at the front. There are no sects or small sects that are not well-known. The square is not equipped with seats and can only be surrounded by the square.

The Martial League Conference has not yet started, and at a glance, it is already crowded with people, except for those who do not care about fame and fortune, almost all Nanyan martial practitioners have arrived.

On the outskirts of the martial arts field, all the elite guards in Yuncheng surrounded the martial arts field to prevent anyone from making trouble. Even the Zongyun guards who rarely appeared were holding long guns and guarding around the martial arts field with bright eyes. It can be seen that Yuncheng The city lord attaches great importance to this martial arts conference.

The City Lord's Mansion of Yuncheng is located in the north of the city and occupies a very large area. It has been in charge of the Wang family for generations.Although Yuncheng is a territory of Nanyan Kingdom, but the so-called sky is high and the emperor is far away, the Wang family is in Yuncheng, that is, the earth emperor. Except for some very important imperial edicts issued by the emperor, basically the imperial decree in Yuncheng is just one sentence. To put it bluntly, in a way, Yuncheng is an independent town.

This inexplicable imperial edict to hold the first Martial League Conference in Yuncheng was not considered a major event. The selection of talents by the imperial court had no direct interest relationship with them in this remote place.However, something like 'the victor is the prince, and the emperor personally appoints the leader of the Xiuwu League' is enough to blow up the pot in Yuncheng.

Wang Tong, the current city lord of Yuncheng, has been gearing up for preparations since he received the edict, and his heart is pounding. Relying on his identity as the host, he faintly controls all the martial artists in Yuncheng. The only thing that makes him uneasy is After a short-lived appearance in Jucaifang a month ago, it was hard to find the dish-faced boy, no, to be precise, the 'innate master' behind the iron-faced boy.

Just after the hour, there was a commotion in the martial arts field, and everyone's eyes turned to Dianjiangtai.

Wang Tong, the lord of Yuncheng with a red face and a bookish look, picked up the steps and walked up to the general platform. Behind him was a beardless man with a proud face and no one in his eyes, and behind him was a handsome, resolute, majestic man in purple clothes. It was an old man in his sixties with a face full of dust and indifference and a strange appearance.

As soon as the four people appeared, the bottom immediately exploded like oil in a pot. Most people guessed that the man without a beard must be the imperial envoy, Eunuch Feng, who was sent by the imperial court this time. Everyone knows that he is the owner of Nangong Villa, the first villa in Yuncheng, and the sister-in-law of the owner of Wang City. People who don't know him can also guess that he is extraordinary.

The reason why the whole martial arts arena was really agitated was that old man.

As the host, Wang Tong naturally made some opening remarks before the conference started, and then expressed his gratitude to the great grace of the emperor, and finally invited Feng Xiang and Eunuch Feng to the stage without being overbearing, and introduced them emphatically.

Eunuch Feng naturally made an impassioned speech with his unbelievably shrill voice, expressing the emperor's high expectations for the warriors, and so on. The martial practitioners who have always been straight to the point were really impatient Fortunately, the city lord couldn't take it anymore, so he hurriedly announced the official start of the Wumeng meeting.

Since it is a selection of masters, naturally no one can take part in the competition. There are regulations in the conference that the contestants must be masters of the martial artist level, but there are still a lot of people. Therefore, a total of ten points are set up on the large league arena, and ten groups will compete at the same time. There is no need to register in advance, and the competition will be conducted in a challenge mode, and the ten winners will compete for this No.1.

All masters know how to save their strength for the final battle, so those who first appeared on the stage were the lowest-level Huang Duan martial artists. In the eyes of the warriors, they were full of enthusiasm, but in the eyes of real masters, they were like children playing with mud.

On the stage, the four of Wang Tong sat side by side, and there was nothing to see below. Eunuch Feng was bored, so he pulled Wang Tong to "talk about the commonplace", and the words were inside and outside, so that a smart person could hear that it was unusual. Wang Tong also had to be careful.

As for Nangong Zhiluo, he didn't open his mouth to speak from the beginning to the end. He focused on watching the match at Mengtanzhai on the surface, but he was completely absent-minded. His sharp eyes scanned the audience back and forth secretly, sensing the air currents in the martial arts arena. Not without accident, he sensed the aura of several top experts, but he quickly skipped all of them.

Eyebrows frowned imperceptibly, no!Was it because he didn't come, or was he really an innate master as rumored, so he couldn't detect his breath?
Due to the superiority of his own family, Nangong Zhiluo has never paid attention to the fame and fortune that the worldly people value. He originally dismissed the Martial League Conference, but what happened in Jucaifang a month ago reached his ears. After being shocked, he finally decided to come to the Martial League Conference just to meet the rumored innate master.

Not only Nangong Zhiluo, but also some master-level masters of the big sect present were also opening up all their spiritual consciousness to detect, but unfortunately they found nothing.

Didn't he know that the "innate master" who made him wait anxiously and anxiously had already arrived here, and he even raised a banner and stood in front of everyone, but some people didn't know Mount Tai.

On the corner where some small gangs gather in the south of the Martial Arts Field, one side is patched, and the big banner with the inscription "Beggar Gang" looks a bit eye-catching among the flags of various factions.

There were about 30 people standing under the banner of the 'Beggars' Gang', men and women, old and young, all wearing patched clothes, standing lazily, if the clothes were not clean, they would have to be given by the guards. It is impossible to drive out.

In front of more than a dozen teenagers, a wild boy with disheveled hair and a jasper stick in his hand turned his head from time to time to look at a boy with a sleepy face leaning against the big flagpole, and then exchanged glances with his companions. Seeing the helplessness in the other party's eyes: Can't the boss be a little bit scrupled that this is a Wumeng meeting where experts gather!
"Master, it's really you, haha, I finally saw you." Suddenly, a voice of surprise exploded like thunder. Fortunately, the voices shouting cheers in the martial arts arena were louder, otherwise it would have attracted the attention of the audience. Rao In this way, it also attracted the curiosity of the gangs nearby.

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