When the map was displayed, everyone took a breath of cold air.

"so big!"

Huangshi City is situated on more than 200 mountains, with more than a thousand scattered families in total. The population is so large that no one can imagine.

The wasteland city can accommodate so many things, and the area is naturally not small. Now a magnificent city, mountains and rivers are displayed in front of you, and how many majestic scenery can be seen at a glance, this feeling is something that ordinary people cannot understand.

Staring at the three-dimensional illusion, Nie Bu was also shocked by the structure of the wasteland city: "It turns out that the wasteland city we are in is so huge! No wonder every family raises birds and monsters as mounts. Tsk, tut, I just didn't know they were drawing this.

How long does it take to complete the animal skin picture?" Niebu thought, even if he rode the Sky-Zealing Beast around the deserted stone city, he wouldn't be able to complete it in a few years.

Then you can imagine the elaborate map project.

Shaking off his red robe, Sun Xiandao pointed to a map covering more than ten square meters and enlarged a part of it: "This is where we are currently staying."

Looking at the ruins around him, Sun Xiandao had a slightly embarrassed expression on his face: "Well, although there are some actual changes, the overall appearance of everyone can still be seen."

The original area of ​​the Nie family was in the shape of a "pin", and the dotted buildings looked very majestic, although now they are all in ruins.

"This is where we are." Sun Xiandao pointed to the front yard of Nie's house in detail and enlarged the map again: "The arena competition may last half a month. There will be a rest on the first day today.

All monks can come to the butler of the City Lord’s Mansion to sign up before the sun sets, and they will be considered as having the right to participate in the arena competition.”

"After a day of registration and rest, everyone will gather at the back of Nie's house tomorrow. I will announce additional new competition rules at that time." After a brief explanation, Sun Xiandao looked at everyone in silence, as if to see who disagreed.

.

"City Lord Sun's meaning is already very obvious. If there are people who don't understand, then it's really... haha." Han Geng said with a smile.

After confirming the competition procedures, Sun Xiandao said some more words to boost morale, and then took the people away, leaving two people to register.

Nie Bu followed the crowd and planned to join in to see if he could get something good.

The queue was very long. There were seventy people in the two-hundred-meter-long queue, and people kept joining. Fortunately, Niebu came earlier. Otherwise, just signing up would have been a problem.

After queuing for an hour, it was finally my turn.

"What is your name?"

The entourage received at the city lord's palace asked with a gloomy look on his face, as if Niebu owed him how much money.

"Yebu."

Niebu replied with a smile on his face, not taking it to heart at all.

"Your surname is Ye?" The entourage thought for a while, but didn't seem to think that the Ye family was a big family, so he then asked: "What kind of cultivation level and how old are you?"

"Early stage of pill condensation, twenty-three years old."

The attendant who was writing carelessly with a brush suddenly grew so big that his tongue almost fell out. He asked in disbelief: "Twenty-three years old?"

"um, yes."

Niebu nodded.

Seeing Nie Bu's solemn answer, the entourage was not only not happy, but put a sullen face on the table: "Bastard, the ring competition is actually a child's play for you? Ordinary monks, not to mention twenty-three years old,

Even at the age of thirty-two, you may not be able to touch the realm of condensing pills! Are you the proud son of our desolate stone city?" After humiliating Nie Bu, the attendant continued: "Hurry up and tell your age truthfully.

, otherwise I will ask someone to arrest you for disturbing order and take you to the city lord’s palace to rest for ten years.”

It seems that the voice of the attendant was a little loud, and when he spoke, everyone in the queue could hear him. Especially when they heard that Niebu had reached the level of Dan Condensation at the age of twenty-three, everyone was dissatisfied. So, everyone became jealous.

People were pointing and pointing.

"Hey, what kind of head does that person have? He is in the Dan Condensation realm in his twenties. Does he think he is from a big family? It's really funny."

"Yes, isn't it interesting to exaggerate your talents without looking at your status?"

…

"Forehead……

Nie Bu was speechless for a while. He knew that even saying his age would attract the attention of so many people: "If I had known, I would have said he was a hundred years old. Fortunately, I changed my appearance early, otherwise it would have been troublesome for Song Zhong and others to find out."

While they were arguing, Han Geng and Li Tie, who were resting in the square, cast curious glances.

Even Song Zhong of the Song family and Zuo Zong of the Puppet Yang Sect who were hiding in the dark stopped and looked at Nie Bu with interest.

In desperation, Niebu could only answer bravely: "Well, I am indeed in my twenties. It's just that I received the inheritance from a late-stage senior who created the state of mind when I was training in the wilderness a few years ago.

By leaps and bounds."

When the attendant heard Niebu's explanation, his unbalanced heart seemed to ease a little: "I have been practicing for forty years before I tempered my body. I really don't know what kind of bad luck you have got. Come here to check your chin."

He placed an irregular transparent stone about the same size as a human head on the table and pushed it in front of Nie Bu: "Insert the desolate energy into it."

Niebu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the test stone.

He knew that this was something that could roughly test a monk's strength and age range. Although it would violate his original code of keeping a low profile, it would not expose his identity.

"Buzz."

A milky white desolate energy pulsed in the palm of his hand as he walked towards the test stone.

At this time, not only the surrounding areas, but also the teams registering in other places stopped registering, and Nie Bu, the spectator with both hands on his waist, stopped signing up.

In full view of everyone, the moment Niebu's palm touched the test stone, a strong, dazzling red light flashed out, stinging people unable to open their eyes. The light shined brightly, and then retracted in an instant, as if nothing happened.

"Click."

The pen in his hand fell to the ground, and the attendant was dumbfounded. He read indistinctly: "Red light, cultivation level in the Dan Condensation Realm. The light is strong, as strong as a bone, but the cultivation time is short, after fifty years old

Inside!"

"Oh my God, he is really a young monk!"

As the attendants exclaimed, the crowd spread like a pot exploding.

An elixir-condensing monk under fifty years old is really uncommon!

"He's just an alchemy monk, nothing to be surprised about. There are a lot of monks of this level in our Song family." A young man about the same age as Niebu complained with great dissatisfaction.

Song Zhong frowned, feeling helpless for the little guy next to him: "Indeed, our Song family has a mountain of training resources and training caves. Even if a person is less talented, we can use the strength of the family to promote him to the top.
Chapter completed!