I just want to be The King, you let me take the border?

Martial Dao congress at step by step.

The qualifying competition took three days of time, eliminating half of the people, leaving more than five thousand people, qualified to officially enter the competition.

As the fourth day began, except for the players, the others, two teams at a time, stood at the upper stage, and proceeded to get their feet wet.

The first round used ten days of time, the second round used five days, the third round used three days.

Three turns passed, and there were more than five hundred leftovers.

Competition becomes unique.

As the fourth round of competition began, all the players also brought up the radio, covering the others.

They competed, also arranged in the middle of the other court.

This one is the biggest in the perimeter ring, full of people.

The others didn’t go either, staying to watch the competition.

Even before that, the viewers did not go, the nearest one flooded into Yanzhou into tourists, this square is more and more bustling.

Some even find admiration in the hearts of players, shouting for the player, because he contributes to the prestige.

The more people were dragged along, the same place chanting the players.

In the interim, the fiery face was unusual, all sorts of screams in a row.

Take two days of time,

The fourth round of competition ended, deciding two hundred and fifty-six players, advancing to the next round.

Even in one day, except in the middle of the other stage, the entire ring was removed, giving way to a gentle square.

Yan Wang took the exam, leaving only Tomb Wancheng, Wei Hao, Andy Three, the others were eliminated.

Then proceeding to the fifth round of competition, Wei Hao met a master, unable to attack.

In the sixth round of competition, Nghiem Wise regretfully stopped walking, unable to advance in front of six and fourteen people.

But Tomb of Wancheng, who could only advance to the seventh round, could not take a step forward, the order stopped at thirty-two outsiders.

Seven rounds passed, decided to be ahead of thirty-two men, and at the same time gave up three days of competition, giving the players a break and restored time.

Roll your eyes until May 10.

The competition had not yet begun, and the square was full of people.

Ten thousand people surrounded the perimeter ring – waiting for the competition to begin.

People, although many, but also very orderly, stood there, and at the same time in some directions also left small passageways, providing people with access.

It was the front ring, leaving a vacant piece of land, lined with rows of chairs.

Dozens of guards and guards guarded the chair around them, not bringing people close.

“Who wants to come?”

“Is it Yan Wang?”

“It has to be.”

“Yan Wang this is the first time he has been exposed?”

“That’s right.”

“Maybe you can see him.”

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The people discussed loudly, curiously staring at the rows of chairs in front of them, waiting for Yan Wang to arrive.

They also guessed who the chairs were for.

“Quick look, come!”

In a chant, there was a caravan of people through the crowd, a few rows of chairs ahead.

Liu Xiang and Tomb Wancheng walked in front of the way, behind were Li Chengyuan, Li Zhijia, Lin Ruiyu, Thanh Nha, and behind were Lu Mingcheng, Wu Tien, and a group of officials.

Strictly Wise and Wei Hao walked at the end.

A group of people walked in a few rows in front of the seats, in order of sitting down.

Li Chengyuan sat in the first row in the middle of the position, on his left hand was Li Jiajia, then Lin Ruochen, and finally Qingyu.

On his right hand was Lu Mingcheng, then Wu Tien, plus two officials.

As for the other officials, they also sat in the back of several rows.

Liu Xiang stood on either side.

“That’s Yan Wang?”

“That’s right.”

“The Princess School of Music is coming too?”

“Like.”

“It’s been a hectic day.”

“See that much.”

“It’s worth it.”

“Authentic.”

The people with eyes were also attracted by Li Chengyuan, straight to them to sit down, and look at them.

It’s just that Li Chengyuan’s name is too resounding, even surpassing the others to compete in genius.

A moment later the men recovered their eyes, looking towards the ring.

Faster than competition begins.

“Xia Ying!”

“Su Ly!”

“Nan shang!”

“Lu Yu!”

Everyone began to shout loudly to the elite players, including Xia Ying the most, the loudest sound, also very well.

It was Su Ly, Nan Shang, and Lu Yu.

Through the stretch before the competition, the four of them had the most supporters.

The intention is very simple, they are not really strong, the figure and temperament are also excellent.

Especially Xia Ying, as Xia Guo, compared to Great Zhou of Lu Yu was more than welcome.

“Competition begins!”

“Xu Lu Yu vs. Meng Yue.”

With a statement, the two young men walked up to the ring.

“It’s Lu Yu.”

Li Chengyuan with Lu Mingcheng was only on the radio.

“Huh.”

Li Chengyuan nodded, his eyes assessing Lu Yu.

He was seventeen and eighteen years old, his face was a little cold, and his expression was a little dull.

His hand held the hilt of his sword, his eyes staring at his opponent.

He was a twenty-year-old man about a year old, tall in stature, looking very strong.

Meng Yue, the eight realms.

He also wielded a sword.

It is possible to advance to this round of player competition, the lowest is also the sixth rank.

“Let’s get started.”

Lu Yu held the hilt of the sword in his right hand.

“Yes.”

Meng Yue nodded, already holding the sword in his hand, the sword flashed, the sword in his hand swung out.

Actively attack, win the opportunity.

He heard that Lu Yu, who had also met Lu Yu competing, knew that he really had a difference, so he could only take one shot.

“Bai!”

Lu Yu sword appeared, under his feet did not move, the sword field towards nowhere continuously slashed.

A sword dao like a big wave, ran towards Meng Yue.

“No way!”

Sensing the silver force, Meng Yu knew in his heart that it was not right, his sword was three yards away from Lu Yu, but the Six Weapons sword weapon had already walked in front of him.

This is the difference.

It was like a distance dao, stopping Meng Yue in front of him, giving him a hard time to overcome.

Meng Yue can only change manually.

His sword swung out, slashing at the sword qi above.

“Peng!”

With a small echo, the sword dao was slashed by Meng Yue, shattering into a cloud of smoke.

But it was the second sword dao that came.

Meng Yue swung his sword again.

“Oanh!”

With a loud echo, Meng Yue took a few steps back, and it was very difficult to block this sword dao.

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At this time, the third sword dao struck again.

“Ah!”

Meng Yue shouted loudly, using full-body force, slashing out the strongest of a sword.

“Oanh!”

The sword aura in the blink of an eye brought Meng Yue to swallow it all, and he let out a cry, falling backwards.

“Good!”

“Win!”

“Lu Yu!”

“Too strong!”

The scene erupted in loud cheers, as Lu Yu the supporters were celebrating.

Sword Qi!

The Bowl of Cultivation!

Today’s group of people saw that Lu Yu was really strong, full of satisfaction.

“Lu Yu wins!”

According to the referee, the crowd again cheered the good call.

Meng Chen was sharp but confused, stood up from the ground, and slowly walked down to the ring.

With just one move, he was defeated, with no complete force.

The quality of the difference, which he could hardly overcome.

“And yet?”

Li Chengyuan was also a little surprised.

“That’s right.”

Lu Mingcheng had a smile on his face, a little pleased.

After all, Lu Yu was a family member, even more so, on his face.

“Everyone!”

Lu Yu stood at the top of the stage, the deliberate eye on Li Chengyuan’s face stopped for a while, and he nodded.

Li Chengyuan also nodded slightly, causing Lu Yu to respond.

“Good!”

At everyone’s applause and cheers inside, Lu Yu slowly walked down to the ring.

====================

The spirit was depleted. The old era collapsed, leading to the demise of the prophet. Humans must adapt to a world without spirits.

From there the age of magic was born. The old era is hidden by the heads.

Then one day, the spirit spirit restored, the old era ruins with tens of thousands of years buried underground began to appear.

Is the Magician or The New Prophet the master of the new age?

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