Ximen Ziran stood on the ring in the square, with a spring breeze on his face.
Most of the city lords in the "New Shangdi" value "geniuses" but rather "cold clans". Ximen Ziran did the opposite: he did not pay too much attention to the young children of the geniuses, but instead favored those "geniuses" from civilian origins.
Facts have proved that Ximen Ziran's approach is extremely correct. Every year, the children of the "cold clan" he selected from the people gradually emerged under the cultivation of spiritual medicine and mysterious skills.
Most of the middle and lower-level generals in the "Yanhuo Army" come from poor families. These people not only practice hard, strive forward bravely, and have strict military disciplines, but more importantly: these people firmly remember Ximen Ziran's "grace of knowing the favor" in their hearts, which is to help Ximen Ziran firmly hold military power in their hands from another aspect.
Ximen spent most of his life on cultivation, with only two daughters under his knees. The eldest daughter Ximen Liuyun married Zhou Chuanhu, the most outstanding "poor child" three years ago; the second daughter Ximen Liushui, who was waiting for her to be a name for her, was to set up a stage this time to find a wishful husband for her.
Ximen Liuyun is only in his ten years this year. She is wearing a red battle robe and wearing a very refreshing hair accessories. She sits upright on the ring with a blurred look on her eyes. She can't tell whether she is excited, excited, or depressed.
The Ximen family was circulated in ancient times and is said to be the "Surf Bird Bloodline". Although it has been through countless years and there is still no way left to that magical "Bloodline", the fiery red hair that everyone in their family has inborn shows the glory of their family.
Ye Junlin looked at Ximen Liuyun with red hair, and thought secretly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Xia Feifei, who was standing beside him, teased: "Why, our 'pure boy' is moved?"
"Hmph!" Ye Junlin sneered, turned his head and smiled at Xia Feifei, "With you, the peerless beauty, I still have the heart to look at other women? What a joke."
As he said that, Ye Junlin pinched his chin and smirked at Xia Feifei.
A little turmoil appeared in Xia Feifei's heart. From childhood to adulthood, countless people have teased her. According to the past, people who teased her would usually be beaten into pig's heads and thrown into the river. But for some reason, this time, when she faced Ye Junlin's teasing, she not only did not get angry, but she felt a strange feeling.
If she hadn't been wearing a mask, Ye Junlin would have seen the peach blossoms rising on Xia Feifei's face.
Ye Junlin was just talking casually, but Xia Feifei listened to it.
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has his intention.
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The more and more people in the square gathered, Ximen Ziran smiled with satisfaction at the dense crowd. He stretched out his arm and looked at the hundreds of thousands of people under the ring and chuckled softly: "Everyone, first of all, Ximen Ziran thanks everyone for their support. I hope that those 'talented' people should have the courage to show themselves and not let their gold be buried in the quicksand. Gold will always shine, but the premise is that you have to emit light. Our 'Suhu Imperial City' selects talents, only seeking abilities but not knowing their origins. Everyone knows this more than anyone else..."
Before Ximen Ziran finished speaking, a wave of cheers erupted from the ring, most of the people cheered were cold, while the children of the gentry stood there with contempt.
Ximen Ziran paused and continued: "We welcome civilized competitions, but if someone maliciously seeks trouble, the laws of 'Surf Imperial City' are not decorations!"
After Ximen Ziran finished speaking, she raised her left foot and then fell heavily.
In an instant, a great earthquake trembled, and a powerful pressure emanated from Ximen Ziran, almost covering the entire square. Those with high cultivation suddenly felt that their bodies were stagnant and could not move at all; while those with low cultivation only felt that their blood surging in their chests was very uncomfortable, as if the force of the pressure was a little more serious, and they were in danger of being dead at any time.
The powerful pressure only lasted for several breaths, but for everyone under the ring, it seemed like a different life.
"The city lord's cultivation is really strong!" Many people started talking.
Ximen Ziran was so calm that he hugged everyone, as if he had avenged the pressure just now, and then returned to the seat of the ring with a stairs.
Xia Feifei looked at Ximen Ziran with a slight look on her eyes, as if she was thinking about something.
After Ximen Ziran, a young general wearing the armor of the "Fire Army" came to the stage and read out the rules for this competition to recruit brides.
Xia Feifei touched Ye Junlin who was performing the "Shenyou Dafa", and smiled maliciously: "This guy is Zhou Chuanhu, maybe he will be your future 'brother-in-law'."
Ye Junlin looked at her and replied to her with a smile on his face: "Haha--"
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The rules of the game are extremely simple: one-on-one battle, the loser leaves the field, the winner stays on the stage, and continues to accept the challenge, and the four challengers who defeated ten people in a row will enter the second round.
The second round was drawn and the competition was captured. The two who won fought again until the last one was left.
The last person will get the chance to challenge Zhou Chuanhu. If he wins, he can get any treasure, provided that Ximen Ziran has it.
After Zhou Chuanhu read out the rules, a burst of cheers broke out again under the ring. Many young handsome men who had been preparing for many years were rubbing their hands, preparing to show their style.
Next to Ye Junlin, there was a young man standing. The young man was extremely thin, as if a gust of wind would blow away. Even with this look, the young man had bright eyes. He looked at Ximen Liushui on the ring, his mouth was wide open, and his saliva slowly flowed down.
If Ye Junlin could hear the young man’s thoughts at this moment, he would definitely say to him: “Hey, buddy, you might as well go home and take a shower and go to bed.”
Because the young man was thinking at this time: As long as I defeat Zhou Chuanhu, I will join the "Fire Fire Army" soon, become a general, have great wealth, marry a white and rich beauty, and reach the peak of my life. I am a little excited to think about it.
Looking at the young man who had integrated into his daydream, Ye Junlin shook his head helplessly.
After Zhou Chuanhu finished saying "start", a burly man with a bearded face jumped onto the ring first.
Ye Junlin's eyes slowly narrowed, and a strand of mental power was released from his eyebrows.
The bearded man's cultivation level is about the "low-level Xuansheng", which is one small level higher than Ye Junlin. However, if he fights Ye Junlin, he will be killed instantly by Ye Junlin in one move.
The most important thing in looking at a person is to see his connotation, but before this, there is a prerequisite, that is, first of all, you must be able to see your appearance.
This man looks like a wild lion who is "unrestrained" and is extremely sorry to the audience. If such a person becomes the son-in-law of the Lord of Ximen City, isn't it just to embarrass him.
Under the condemnation of most people, the big man was quickly defeated.
Cheers gradually rose, and the competition gradually entered a craze...