The three people on the carriage looked out through the window and saw a menacing crowd on the street not far away, approaching them step by step.
At the front of the crowd was Mao Longjun.
"Damn it, I didn't expect that the Mao family's power has spread throughout the entire Triumph City, and we were discovered by them as soon as we entered the city." Chen Lihua gritted her teeth in annoyance, feeling uneasy in her heart.
Little Chen Lin also stood up in panic: "Sister Lihua, what should we do?"
"The person Mao Longjun is looking for is me. Don't go out. I will deal with him myself and won't cause any trouble to you." Mu Wenxuan thought about it, stood up and prepared to leave the carriage.
This situation is now obvious.
Mao Longjun was injured by himself in the Gobi before. Now that he has returned to Triumph City, he immediately brings people to find a place. This is also reasonable.
Mu Wenxuan knew this well, so he didn't want to bring trouble to the Chen family, but just when he was about to turn around and leave, a pair of wonderful hands suddenly grabbed him.
"Mr. Mu, don't be impulsive, I have a way."
Turning around and looking back, I saw that the owner of the wonderful hand was Chen Lihua.
After Chen Lihua grabbed Mu Wenxuan, she first murmured something, then glanced at the crowd of people who signed up for the triumphal competition in the distance, and said in an unusually solemn voice: "Mr. Mu, have you really decided to participate in the triumphal competition?"
"Of course..."
After hearing this, Mu Wenxuan did not hesitate. The triumphal battle was very important to him. Not to mention the fact that it could help the Chen family get out of trouble, the purple fire fruit as a championship reward was enough for him to fight for it at the risk of his life.
"In this case, I have a way..."
Biting her lower lip with her upper teeth, Chen Lihua hesitated to speak.
Xiao Chen Lin saw the observation and was suddenly shocked: "Sister... are you going to..."
"It's too late, Mr. Mu, come with me..." Little Chen Lin didn't reply. Chen Lihua looked at Mao Longjun and others who were approaching the carriage aggressively, took Mu Wenxuan's hand, stepped out of the carriage suddenly, and walked towards the distance.
The crowds of people who signed up ran away.
Running wildly along the way, the two of them were speechless, and in a blink of an eye they arrived at the registration office for the triumphal competition.
"Miss Lihua... what are you doing..." Mu Wenxuan was dragged away and ran to the Taoist registration office, asking questions incomprehensibly.
"Mr. Mu, after signing up for the Triumph and signing the certificate of life and death, your fate will have only two possibilities. Either you will die in the Triumph, or you will emerge victorious. In addition, in the past half month, outsiders will also
We can't kill you...not even the Mao family..." Chen Lihua explained while breathing heavily.
After hearing this, Mu Wenxuan became slightly enlightened.
Immediately, he no longer hesitated, turned around and walked towards the registration office for the Triumph Tournament. I have to say that the number of people queuing up here is really exaggerated. There are actually tens of thousands of people. Will this queue last until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse?
"Master Mu, follow me..."
Stepping forward, Chen Lihua grabbed Mu Wenxuan, bypassed the queue, and walked directly to the other small door.
Compared to the location of this small door, the number of people was significantly smaller. There were only a few dozen people there.
"This is the registration office for the Triumph Tournament, prepared for major families. Our Chen family happens to be among them. I can take you there to save you the queue."
When Mu Wenxuan heard this, he was slightly relieved. If he was asked to line up with tens of thousands of people, he really didn't know if he could hold on.
Dozens of people passed by quickly and arrived at Mu Wenxuan in a blink of an eye.
Mu Wenxuan walked up and down, and the deacon who was managing the registration raised his head slightly and was stunned for a moment: "A kid from the Yawang realm? He is so rare and ruthless. Is the Chen family going to send him out?"
"That's right, sir, our Chen family will send Mr. Mu to play this year." After hearing this, Chen Lihua responded.
When the registration deacon heard this, he didn't ask any questions. He nodded silently and directly wrote the three characters "Mu Wenxuan" on the registration form.
"Hand over your blood and essence."
After writing the name, the registration deacon stretched out his hand and shouted to Mu Wenxuan.
"Essence and blood?" Mu Wenxuan frowned.
The essence and blood of a cultivator is interconnected with the body. It must not be given to others unless it is absolutely necessary. Otherwise, if it falls into the hands of bad people, the essence and blood can kill oneself.
"What are you thinking about? Miss Lihua, you didn't tell him the rules, did you?" After waiting for a while, I was a little unhappy when I signed up to be a deacon.
Seeing this scene, Chen Lihua was anxious and quickly grabbed Mu Wenxuan and said: "Mr. Mu, you don't have to worry. They want your blood and essence just to sign a life and death certificate. People from the ancient tribe will supervise it. They don't
You can do whatever you dare to do."
After Mu Wenxuan heard this, he thought about it for a moment, then offered a drop of blood as a sacrifice and paid it to the registered deacon.
After the registered deacon took the blood essence, he took out a blood-colored rune with one hand, and the rune had strange patterns painted on it.
"There may be some pain next, bear with it, kid."
After taking out the rune, the registration deacon gave a warning, and immediately placed Mu Wenxuan's essence and blood in the pattern of the rune. A black mist suddenly surged out and fell directly on Mu Wenxuan's wrist.
"Uh-huh!"
Affected by the black mist, Mu Wenxuan gasped, and soon he saw a black totem slowly emerging on his wrist.
"Finally I found you."
At this moment, a roar suddenly sounded from behind. Mu Wenxuan and Chen Lihua heard it and turned slightly, only to see Mao Longjun leading dozens of Mao family disciples, approaching them step by step.
"You brat, we're not done this time."
When Mao Longjun saw Mu Wenxuan, he stepped forward first and wanted to grab Mu Wenxuan.
But at this moment, Chen Lihua suddenly stepped forward, blocking in front of the two people, and said sarcastically: "I say Mr. Mao, you are so arrogant now, how dare you not even take the Triumph Mark in your eyes?"
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"What did you say? Seal of Triumph?"
Mao Longjun, who was originally full of anger, trembled suddenly after hearing these words, and his raised hand froze in mid-air involuntarily.
"Mr. Mu, show him..." Chen Lihua snorted coldly.
When Mu Wenxuan heard this, he didn't say anything nonsense. He directly raised his hand and deliberately shook the black totem on the back of his hand towards Mao Longjun.
"Good boy, do you dare to participate in the triumphal battle?" Mao Longjun was shocked.
"Mr. Mu has signed up for the Triumph Tournament. No one can take action against him until the Triumph Tournament is over, including you, the Young Master of the Mao family, right?" Chen Lihua glanced at him sarcastically.
Mao Longjun gritted his teeth when he heard this. Chen Lihua was right. The Triumph Totem was protected by the ancient clan and Triumph City. As long as the Triumph was not over, no one could take action against it, not even him, the young master of the Mao family.
I just didn't expect that Mu Wenxuan would really risk his life and dare to participate in the triumphal battle.
Looking at the totem on Mu Wenxuan's wrist, Mao Longjun was filled with anger, but he did not dare to speak. He glanced at the registration deacon next to him, and he knew clearly that if he took action now, the deacon would definitely stop him and even give him a blow.
The Mao family is in big trouble.
"Hahaha, that's a good idea. You're going to die no matter what, but participating in the triumphal battle will allow you to live for half a month longer. This plan can be done in seconds. It's really wonderful..." In the end, Mao Longjun had no choice but to say it.
Addicted, hoping to provoke Mu Wenxuan to take the lead.
If Mu Wenxuan takes the lead, even with the protection of the Triumph Totem, Mao Longjun will still be able to semi-disable him.
"Master Mao, you are joking. I can't die. I will walk out of the triumphal battle in an upright manner. At that time, I will uproot your entire Mao family." Mu Wenxuan would not be fooled by such a simple provoking method.
Instead, he responded with confidence.
Mao Longjun was furious when he heard this: "You brat, what did you say?"
"What can't I say? Mr. Mao is not convinced? If you are not convinced, why don't you sign up? How about we compete in a triumphant showdown when the time comes?" Mu Wenxuan spoke eloquently, completely blocking Mao Longjun with every sentence.
"Sign up for the Triumph by yourself? Are you kidding me?" Mao Longjun is not stupid. After hearing this, he thought to himself, what does the Triumph mean? He knows better than anyone else, it is really an abyss of hell.
There can be only one survivor among tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people. This exaggerated probability is an overestimation of the chance of death.
When Mu Wenxuan saw that Mao Longjun was silent, he asked again: "Master Mao, don't you dare to participate in this triumphal battle?"
"I...who said I don't dare?"
"You dare to participate?" At this time, little Chen Lin also walked over from the carriage, with a joking smile on his face: "Don't let me and my sister look down on you, show some manliness, Brother Mao
ah..."
"I...I just disdain. If I take action, how many people in Triumph City will rival me?" After hearing this, Mao Longjun's face turned pale. At this time, his eyes suddenly fell to his side and said: "Mao Hankai, you go and participate. When the time comes,
In the triumphal battle, take care of this brat."
The man named Mao Hankai is a collateral disciple of the Mao family. He has good qualifications and possesses the strength of the Supreme Realm. He is now serving as the guard of the Mao family.
When Mao Hankai heard Mao Longjun's words, he was completely shocked: "Brother Long Jun, you can't do this. This triumphal battle..."
"What are you talking about?" Mao Longjun was furious.
Roaring all his life, Mao Hankai was frightened. In terms of status, he was completely inferior to Mao Longjun in the sideline. In other words, if Mao Longjun asked him to die, he must die immediately, like now.
With no other choice, Mao Hankai trembled, walked to the registration desk, sacrificed his own essence and blood, and his arm was branded with a totem of triumph.
Seeing this scene, Mao Longjun sneered. After leaving a short message, he turned around and left: "You brat, just wait. Even if you want to die, I will make you die in agony."
"This Mao Longjun is really not a human being."
The three of them looked at the leaving Mao family, their hearts filled with anger.
After the Mao family left, Mu Wenxuan looked at the triumphal totem on his wrist and fell into deep thought: "This triumph will definitely be a tough battle."
"Mr. Mu...thank you..."
At this moment, Chen Lihua suddenly murmured, and then she stood on tiptoe, her thin red lips pressing on Mu Wenxuan's cheek: "Mr. Mu, I know you are doing it all for me. If this happens
If you can win the championship and emerge victorious from the victory, I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life..."
Mu Wenxuan woke up with a start. The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, and he thought to himself: "What are these words? It makes it feel like life and death... Just now, was I taken advantage of?"