"What? You want to participate in the competition? You are crazy!"
This was the first time that Mo Wentian saw Han Xing being a little angry, and he found it a bit interesting. Perhaps because he had noticed that Han Xing had ulterior motives for his teachings, Mo Wentian did not follow Han Xing's opinion this time.
"Of course, the Young Heroes Association is a grand event held once every five years in the Chu Kingdom. Not to mention that this time I can become the Prince Consort and gain both fame and fortune. Why not do it?"
Han Xing looked at Mo Wentian's determined look and found it a little funny. He didn't know if this kid had been too stimulated last night and his brain was starting to lose consciousness.
"That's true, but based on your current strength? Don't say I didn't warn you, I'm afraid you won't even be able to pass the preliminary round!"
"Besides, don't forget, that Li Yuanji is also one of the contestants. Even the Princess of Chu has secretly promised to do so. What chance do you think you have?"
"You are looking for death!"
Han Xing mocked Mo Wentian for a moment. Although he didn't know about the grudge between Mo Wentian and Li Yuanji, judging from Mo Wentian's performance last night, something definitely happened between the two people. Han Xing has been
He still thought that Mo Wentian was speaking out of anger, so he didn't mind letting Mo Wentian sober up.
"You're right. I really have no chance, and I don't plan to win the championship. However, I think it's okay to at least plot against Li Yuanji to reduce his chances of winning."
Unexpectedly, after listening to Han Xing's analysis, Mo Wentian did not "sober up", but became even more crazy. In other words, he really revealed his plan and tried his best to injure Li Yuanji.
It was a success!
"You are too naive! Even if you can succeed, do you know how low your chance of meeting Li Yuanji is among the many warriors? Moreover, once Li Yuanji discovers your existence, he will immediately obliterate you.
you!"
Han Xing was a little strange. He didn't know why Mo Wentian was so insistent. It seemed to be different from his previous submissive character. You know, if it weren't for Han Xing's guidance before, Mo Wentian wouldn't even be able to understand the essence of the chopping technique.
Marrow, what does this mean? It means that Mo Wen was born lacking the fierceness and courage to fight for his life, but what Mo Wentian is doing now makes Han Xing feel a little incredible.
Unexpectedly, after hearing Han Xing's persuasion, Mo Wentian still shook his head firmly.
"I have already planned this. I will not let him recognize me until the time is right!"
This time, Han Xing was silent. He had already seen that Mo Wentian had made up his mind and it seemed that he would not be swayed by him. Of course, Han Xing could also directly restrain or knock out Mo Wentian and take him out of the city.
However, Han Xing did not have to do this.
"What I said before is true. Once your life is in danger, I will not take action!"
This time, Han Xing also had a solemn look on his face. The Young Heroes Meeting was a gathering of warriors, and there may be some experts among them to help. In that case, Han Xing would never expose his demonic identity for Mo Wentian.
Otherwise, Han Xing will die.
"I know, this time, I have to rely on my own strength, and who says I will definitely die?"
Mo Wentian smiled and raised the broken knife in his hand, as if to strengthen his persuasion, but seeing Mo Wentian's actions, Han Xing couldn't laugh at all.
"Don't worry, I will definitely pay you back what I owe you. If you want to break into the palace, I will break in with you. If you want to kill the prince, I will help you kill him!"
"As long as I can come back alive!"
Han Xing looked at Mo Wentian's eyes burning with fighting spirit, sighed softly in his heart, and then waved his hand.
"That's no need. I have fulfilled my promise. Since the other party has run away, there is nothing I can do about it."
"It's just that, hum, don't forget, you are still my prisoner. If you go to participate in the competition this time, if you really survive, you will still be my prisoner, unless one day you can beat me!"
Han Xing snorted heavily, with a cold face, turned around and let go of the door of the hut, went back to lie down on the meadow, Mo Wentian smiled at the corner of his mouth, bowed deeply towards Han Xing, turned around and left
The hut.
Stepping out of the hut, Mo Wentian felt relaxed all over his body. It seemed as if the invisible shackles in his heart suddenly collapsed. Taking a breath of fresh air, Mo Wentian walked quickly towards the center of Chu City. Today, it is a young man
The last day to register for the Heroes Club!
Because today is the last registration period for the Young Heroes Association, Chu City is extremely lively. Even more so, it seems that the search for the thieves last night did not have much impact. In short, when Mo Wentian returned to Chu City
When we were in the center of the city, it was not yet noon, and we saw a huge crowd of people.
"Do you have eyes? How do you walk!"
"Make way, make way, let me out..."
"Why are you so crowded? Didn't you see that there are as many people as dogs in front of you?"
Along the way, pedestrians were walking shoulder to shoulder, and the voices were mixed with accents from various places. However, we didn’t see many warriors who came to sign up. Most of them were just people watching the fun, but Mo Wentian wanted to squeeze in to the registration point.
All extremely difficult.
"Ah! Who the hell stole my money bag!"
"Catch the thief! Catch the thief!"
Before Mo Wentian could move a few steps, the crowd started to clamor again. It seemed that an old lady's wallet had been taken away by someone in the chaos, and she was screaming. But where to find the thief in the huge crowd?
Mo Wentian couldn't help but sigh, at this time, it was really a festival for thieves!
Relying on his physique as a warrior, Mo Wentian spent a lot of effort to finally fight his way through the crowd. His hair was scattered, his clothes were torn by someone, and even his shoes were almost stepped on.
He lost it, and now he looks like he was begging in his previous life.
"Well, I'm here to sign up for the Young Heroes Association."
The person in charge of registration was a middle-aged man, wearing something that looked like an official uniform. Judging from the smooth back of his right hand, he was obviously an ordinary person.
"Name, age, where did you learn from?"
The registrant was serious and seemed to turn a blind eye to the turbulent crowd in front of him. Mo Wentian did not hesitate and immediately reported the identity he had already thought of.
"Mo Yun, sixteen years old, casual cultivator."
Since he wanted to hide Li Yuanji's eyes and ears, of course Mo Wentian couldn't give his real name, but told the name of his previous life. He believed that based on Li Yuanji's relationship with Princess Chu Bing and the transcendent status of the Xiaoyao sect, these
I'm afraid Li Yuanji will know the registration information. In this regard, Mo Wentian appears to be extremely cautious.
"Two days later, the preliminary competition will be held at the martial arts field outside the city. This is your number plate. Please keep it and show it to enter when the time comes!"
After speaking, the registrant took out a wooden sign and handed it to Mo Wentian's hand, with a number written on it - 43.
"Well, it seems that there are at least 43 people who have signed up, but I don't know what the strength of the others is except for Li Yuanji and that Xiao Xiao."
Mo Wentian hid the wooden sign in his arms and squeezed out of the crowd with difficulty again. After finally leaving the terrifying sea of people, before Mo Wentian could take a breath, he saw a figure quickly moving towards the side.
He sped away through the alley, and behind him, an old woman was chasing after him with great difficulty.
"Huh? Isn't this the aunt whose money bag was stolen just now? Is that the thief?"
Mo Wentian raised his eyebrows. Although he was not a person with a strong sense of justice, since he had this strength, and in his opinion, it was just a piece of cake, so Mo Wentian calmed down, raised his feet and headed towards that
The Taoist figure chased after him.
In fact, just when Mo Wentian stepped forward, he also felt a bit ridiculous. He had been a three-hander in his previous life, but he did not expect that after coming to this world, he would instead catch a thief.
However, since he had decided to help the aunt recover the money bag, Mo Wentian no longer cared about it, and quickly chased him into the alley with the wind at his feet.
Obviously, the thief was just an ordinary person, and a warrior would definitely disdain to do such a thing, so Mo Wentian quickly caught up with the thief. When Mo Wentian stood in front of the thief with his sword drawn,
The other party was almost frightened and fell to the ground.
"Don't...don't kill me..."
In this world, ordinary people's awe for warriors is deep in their bones, so after seeing the bloody mark of the command spell on the back of Mo Wentian's hand, the young man looked frightened.
Yes, this thief is about the same age as Mo Wentian, he seems to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. He is skinny and skinny, and his hair is yellowish like malnutrition.
Seeing this young man, Mo Wentian seemed to think of his own experience of being forced to be a thief by an old cripple, and his heart softened, and he put the broken knife back.
"Okay, take out the money bag and let's go!"
The young man was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then his face was quite surprised. He dared not say anything more. He stuffed the money bag into Mo Wentian's hand and immediately ran away from the side with gratitude. Mo Wentian looked at the young man's back and thought in his heart
Suddenly there was a burst of sadness.
"You damn thief, I finally caught you!"
In the midst of sighing, Mo Wentian suddenly felt a tightness in his clothes. He turned around and saw the angry aunt grabbing his clothes. It seemed that she had mistaken him for a thief for a moment.
"Aunt...I'm not..."
Mo Wentian was stunned and quickly returned the money bag to the aunt. However, before Mo Wentian could explain clearly, the aunt suddenly shouted loudly.
"Help! Help! Warriors kill people and steal wealth! Help..."
Mo Wentian's eyes widened, and he thought to himself, "What the hell is going on here?" Apparently, the aunt also saw the identity of Mo Wentian's warrior, and thought that Mo Wentian was so angry that he was planning to harm her in this alley.
He screamed at the top of his lungs, holding on to Mo Wentian's clothes with one hand.
Mo Wentian didn't do anything, and he didn't just stand there. He didn't know what to do for a moment. However, before Mo Wentian could explain clearly, there was a burst of hurried footsteps from the alley. He looked up.
At first glance, it turned out that a group of patrolmen came after hearing the sound. One of them was leading the way, with a bright long knife hanging on his waist. The faint traces of blood on the back of his hand made Mo Wentian's heart sink.
"No! I'm afraid there will be a big fuss if we don't leave. It will be troublesome if Li Yuanji finds out!"
Mo Wentian had a thought in his mind and was about to push away the pestering aunt, but at this moment, a voice came from behind Mo Wentian.
"Auntie, you may have misunderstood. This friend helped you catch the thief. The person you want to catch is here."
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in white clothes walked over gracefully, holding the thief's collar in his hand, with a warm smile and an extremely handsome face that made people feel like they were in the spring breeze.