Naturally, they heard all these people's discussions.
These people are just some great fighters, fighting kings, dreaming of dreams, thinking about winning games, winning treasures, and bringing beauties home, but they are really like children in a well, a fool's dream!
If they knew that the young man they planned to kill, rob, and kidnapped could kill them casually, I wonder if they would dare to speak so brazenly and threaten to kill him!
After about a cup of tea, the young man who followed the steward to meet the mighty prince had already walked out.
In front of him and behind him was the steward who treated him respectfully.
"Master, please walk slowly. Master, please remember to come to the competition on time tomorrow!"
The steward sent the young man out of the crowd, told the young man a lot of instructions, and then left.
"Have you given your name?"
Nalan Ruyi looked at the young man with a gentle smile in his eyes.
"It's done."
The young master replied to Nalan Ruyi.
"Tsk, tsk, he came out safe and sound!"
Those who were waiting to see this young man being beaten to death and maimed by the mighty prince saw that he came out intact. Moreover, the manager changed his previous attitude and treated him with such courtesy and respect, which shows his strength.
, it’s really the level of God of War!
What a master!
These people can't help but feel guilty.
There are masters at the level of fighting gods. Is their registration still meaningful?
"Don't be discouraged, let alone be discouraged. My prince said that as long as he meets the requirements and is above the level of a great fighter, he will be rewarded as long as he registers, regardless of whether he wins in the end!"
When the steward saw sighs coming from the crowd, he lost no time in saying this.
"What's the reward?"
someone asked.
"My prince said that all applicants are warriors. What our prince appreciates most is warriors! Therefore, he will give each applicant a reward of one thousand taels of silver!"
The steward said very proudly.
The reward of one thousand taels of silver set a precedent for a contest to recruit a bride!
Never before!
It was only because the mighty prince of their family was generous and cherished talents that he was willing to reward each of them with a thousand taels of silver to encourage them to participate in martial arts competitions to recruit brides.
"Wow, one thousand taels of silver!"
Those with low cultivation knew in their hearts that there was no hope of winning the competition and getting the treasure, so when they heard that they would be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver as long as they signed up, their eyes immediately sparkled.
"A thousand taels of silver! Prince Mighty is really so generous! You know, there are so many people who came to sign up today! Prince Mighty is really rich!"
"My mighty prince cherishes talents the most, so he is so generous. Please feel free to sign up! Even if you can't win, even if you are not first place, my mighty prince will reward you according to your cultivation.
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The steward's words immediately caused a commotion.
Those who planned to withdraw from the registration after seeing Dou Shen level masters also come to register, immediately regretted it.
"I want to sign up!"
"I want to sign up!"
"Give in, give in, I want to sign up too."
"Hey, brother, don't jump in line! You have to sign up and wait in line!"