In the Shennong Hall, Zhu Jiazheng was sitting with Dianqing. He raised his hands and looked at the scorching sun and the dry ground. He couldn't help but sigh: "It's a severe drought again. If this continues, the farmer disciples will probably be even more miserable."

The so-called farmers, as the name suggests, make a living through farming. Although they have joined together to form a huge force for a better survival, in essence, the fields are still an indispensable part.

If the harvest from the land is not good, the lives of the disciples at the bottom will also be very difficult.

At this moment, a figure walked over slowly, looked at the former and said: "You have time to worry about these, you should just imagine how to deal with the next thing."

The Zhu family looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a slicked back hair and a goatee approaching him. It was Situ Wanli, the master of Siyue Hall.

After hearing this, the Zhu family replied: "The death of Xia Kui is a big blow to the farm family. Tian Meng will definitely not miss such a good opportunity and try his best to fight for this position.

However, Brother Chen Sheng has agreed to form an alliance with me, and with your vote, we are enough to overwhelm the opponent in terms of strength."

Hearing this, Situ Wanli said: "I just received the news that Tian Meng has gone to the Sixxian Tomb to ask the elders to come out."

"What is the purpose of alerting the six elders at this time?"

Some doubts arose in the Zhu family's hearts.

Situ Wanli said: "Don't forget, the six elders have the right to appoint the next hero. As long as the six of them reach an agreement, even if we unite, it will not help."

Zhu Jiadao: "I know this too, but the elders are highly respected and should not be biased towards him."

Situ Wanli continued: "This is natural, so Tian Meng did not take the initiative to seek the position of the leader of the heroes, but proposed an internal contest before the ceremony of Boss Tian Guang."

"This is……"

The Zhu family frowned slightly, not quite understanding.

Situ Wanli looked at the other party and said: "Someone must preside over the funeral of Xiakui. The six elders are not concerned with worldly affairs, and the six halls are leaderless, so the winner of this competition will have the right to preside over the ceremony."

After hearing this, the Zhu family also came to their senses and said: "This time, people from all major forces gathered at the farmhouse. Whoever can stand at the front will mean that they will win the next battle for the hero."

Huge advantage.”

Situ Wanli nodded and said: "Yes, and many people will watch the battle together this time, but it is a very important opportunity."

Upon hearing this, the Zhu family also realized the seriousness of the problem, and immediately replied: "In this case, we must prepare well, and we must not let the Tian family brothers gain the upper hand..."

In the blink of an eye, another two days passed. As soon as Ye Zhang left the courtyard, a disciple from the farm came to inform him, asking him to go to Daze Mountain to watch the battle.

He was a little surprised by this operation, but he did not refuse. Then he was led by the former to Daze Mountain. After passing through a winding mountain road, he arrived at a very wide valley.

It was seen that representatives of many forces were already present, including a few acquaintances. On the other side were many farm disciples, led by six old men.

I saw only a few people standing side by side. Although they looked old, their energy was very strong, which was obviously not ordinary.

Ye Zhang's expression changed. He thought that they were the six elders of the farm. In his perception, their cultivation was indeed not weak.

Although it is still a bit worse than Xuan Jian, the auras between the several people are indeed intertwined and complementary, and there are faint signs of merging into one.

If they attack together, it will definitely be very difficult, and if they practice some combined attack skills, even they may not be their opponents.

These people reminded him of the Six Sword Slaves, who were also six in one, but the Six Sword Slaves could only cooperate well in battle, while the several old men in front of him blended with each other from the inside out.

Ye Zhang could conclude that the other party had definitely practiced mutually compatible techniques and had been training together for a long time. If they tried, Six Sword Slave would definitely lose, because the former's cooperation was not just reflected in his moves.

At this moment, one of the elders first announced the rules, which were divided into three games in total, with two wins out of three. In order not to hurt the harmony, the two foreigners specially set up two rules.

First, no assassins are allowed.

Second, it is limited to one stick of incense. As long as you are not knocked out of the round field or take the initiative to admit defeat, it will be a draw.

Soon the first game started. The Zhu family turned around and glanced at Chen Sheng, who was standing aside, and said, "Brother Chen, let you take the lead."

Hearing this, Chen Sheng nodded, and then carried a heavy sword made of black iron to the circular platform in the center of the open space.

He looked at the man opposite and said, "Tian Meng, come on. I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

As he said this, he saw him thrust the heavy sword in his hand into the ground, and a corner of the extremely hard granite cracked open, showing its considerable power.

The man named Tian Meng did not show any weakness. As soon as his feet touched the ground, his figure flew up. His eyes were full of indifference and he said: "Hall Master Chen, please!"

As he spoke, the sharp blade in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath.

Chen Sheng's eyes were slightly focused, and a heavy aura erupted from his body. All the fallen leaves and dust within a few meters around him surged and dispersed. At this moment, he was like a ferocious beast.

This kind of momentum alone can intimidate ordinary masters, it is extraordinary.

Seeing this, Xian Zong, one of the six elders, nodded slightly and said: "The fierce and domineering spirit that Chen Sheng has cultivated has gained some momentum. It seems that it is your true inheritance."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the soldier leader on the side.

Chen Sheng is the disciple of the military leader among the six elders who is in charge of the way of killing. He is not only hard-working but also talented, so he can take over the position of the leader of Kuei Hall.

Master Li also said after hearing this: "Chen Sheng is indeed good. He can be ranked among the top three among the younger generation of farmers. I remember that he seems to be less than thirty years old, right?"

Hearing these words, the usually unsmiling military leader showed a rare smile: "This boy is quite impressive. His current strength has reached the peak of the second-rate. He will definitely be able to break through to the first-rate level within five years, and is expected to surpass the first-rate within fifteen years.

"

Master Li stroked his beard and said: "Every first-class strong man is a famous person in the world. Fifteen years later, he will only be in his forties, and his talent will be comparable to that of a hero."

Each major sect of the hundreds of schools of thought has its own way of dividing strength. The peasant family has always been simple and clear, so it is not as fancy as the Taoist and Yin-Yang families in this regard.
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