As soon as Wang Er found the food, he immediately acted like a hungry wolf and pounced on the rice.
"What are you doing standing here? Come and eat soon, it will get cold later." Wang Er was eating and greeted Rong Que, who was standing there looking at him.
Shaking his head, Rong Que sighed helplessly, picked up his rice bowl, and said, "You have a different kind of obsession with food."
After dinner was finished, it was time to arrive at Xu time. It was like a dream, and the night was quiet.
In the next two months, Rong Que and Wang Er continued to live like this, quiet and harmonious. Except for the slight flaw of Huang Shulang, they went up the mountain every day to look for medicine, and they also had several good harvests.
Two months later, there are still more than ten days left before the Bitao Sect martial arts competition. In these two months, Rong Que has moved from the side of the waterfall at the beginning to the center of the waterfall. The place where the water flow is the fastest is also where the pressure is greatest.
place.
There are many monsters in the mountains and forests of the outer gate. During this period, Rong Que has hunted and killed countless monsters. There are many second-order and third-order monsters. Although the third-order monsters are powerful, they have not been activated.
Lingzhi, therefore, was slowly worn to death by Rong Que's strategy of hitting the target with one blow and escaping thousands of miles away.
Rong Que also put on the black cloth again to experience the fluctuations of killing intent that he was not yet familiar with. In the past two months, Rong Que's strength could be said to have risen to a whole level. After training hard, he even drew
Time to study the attack routine of the small fruit knife in your hand.
With constant exploration, Rong Que has gradually become accustomed to every feature of the small fruit knife. As the saying goes, one inch is long and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous. However, short-range offensive weapons do have explosive power that ordinary people cannot understand. This kind of power
It might even turn the tide of a war upside down.
Late at night, Rong Que returned to the room, and Wang Er immediately asked: "Brother Rong Que, the martial arts competition is about to start, how are you preparing for it? Don't be nervous, I tell you, I have experience in this area,
If you don’t get nervous, you’ll be fine.”
Rong Que looked at Wang Er and suddenly laughed. He pointed at his trembling legs and said, "Actually, I should be the one telling you this. Don't be nervous."
He looked down and immediately stretched out his hands to hold his trembling legs and said, "Actually, I'm a little nervous, but it's not too nervous, just a little less nervous than very nervous."
"Take it, wipe the sweat on your head, and go drink some water. Don't get dehydrated later." Rong Que smiled and handed over a towel.
After taking the towel, Wang Er's face was still a little nervous. He wiped his sweat and said: "Brother Rongque, aren't you nervous? Do you have any tips? Teach me, I don't know what to do now. If it fails,
, doesn’t that mean I still have to come back to work?”
Rong Que picked up the kettle on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and said, "What's there to be nervous about? Do you need to be nervous when you go to fight with a group of children?"
"Child! What kind of child are you? They are all elites from so many offices in the outer sect. I dare say that none of them are weaker than me. They are all perverts!" Wang Er stamped his feet, looking even more angry.
Got nervous.
Rong Que picked up the teacup, took a sip, and asked, "What level of people can your flying knife kill?"
"What? My flying knife, if my flying knife is fast enough and in perfect condition, it can kill people at the peak of the spirit realm." Wang Er looked at Rong Que in confusion and answered.
Shaking the tea cup in his hand, Rong Que suddenly smiled and said, "Then it means that as long as you are in good condition, people who are not at the peak of the spiritual realm cannot compete with you. If that is the case, what are you afraid of?"
"But what if my condition is not good? What should I do, stand and be slaughtered by them?" Wang Er spread his hands and looked at Rong Que strangely.
"So, your main thing now is not to be nervous, but to adjust your state. How good your state is, the greater your chance of entering the inner gate tomorrow." Rong Que put down the teacup and looked at Wang Er.
Smiled.
Wang Er was stunned for a moment and nodded slightly, as if he had understood something, but also as if Rong Que didn't say anything. After a moment, he scratched his head and said: "Forget it, forget it, since there are still more than ten days
, then don’t be anxious, go to bed first, go to bed.” After saying that, he lay down on his bed, covered himself with the quilt, and fell asleep soundly.
Looking at Wang Er, Rong Que was stunned for a moment, then sighed, shook his head, returned to his bed, blew out the candles, and fell asleep.
More than ten days have passed very quickly, and the day of the Bitao Sect's martial arts competition has finally arrived. This is the day that the outer disciples have been looking forward to for a year. As long as they enter the top twenty in the martial arts competition, they will have
To qualify to enter the inner sect, the top three will have a chance to challenge the inner sect disciples. As long as you succeed in the challenge, you will get generous rewards. However, the rewards are not so easy to get. If you unfortunately fail to challenge, then...
The fate of death is due to challenging the inner disciples, regardless of life or death.
"Brother Rong Que, are you okay? We are leaving for the Neimen Martial Arts Arena." Wang Er had already put down his nervousness and was in a state of excitement, calling hurriedly to Rong Que.
"Why are you so anxious? There are only a few people in our work office who have reached the standard. They will be fine soon." Rong Que slowly finished his breakfast, stood up and stretched, and then walked towards the door of the work office.
Only those who meet the standards can participate in each martial arts competition. First, they must be in the early stage of the spiritual realm. Second, they must have entered the outer sect of Bitao Sect for three months. Third, they must have martial arts skills.
The admission ticket for the Fighting Tournament needs to be approved by the leader of the work office or by an inner disciple. If these three standards are not met, then there will be no chance to participate in the Fighting Tournament.
Finally, Rong Que finished his breakfast and the group got ready and set off towards the inner gate where the martial arts competition was held.
The martial arts tournament lasts for one day. During this day, each contestant must stay at the tournament site and is not allowed to enter or leave. They are not allowed to move around at will until the end of the tournament.
"Brother Rong Que, who do you think will show up at this martial arts competition?" Wang Er was bored and walked over to Rong Que and asked.
"Yes, yes."
"Brother Rongque, please tell me."
"We have also learned a lot."
When Wang Er said this, several outer disciples who were participating in the martial arts competition also came over and asked all kinds of questions.
Rong Que shook his head, smiled and said, "I'm not an immortal, how could I know so clearly."
"Can you just make a guess? It's impossible to lose a piece of meat anyway." Wang Er looked at Rong Que seriously and said.
Then the group of people made a lot of noise, which made Rong Chuan's head grow bigger. He could only say helplessly: "Okay, okay, let me guess."
Having said this, Rong Que took a deep breath and said slowly: "There are several relatively powerful beings among the outer disciples. They may participate in the martial arts competition and may even enter the inner sect. Aren't they?
Especially Yang Shun, a disciple of the South Gate Engineering Department, who has reached the peak of his fire attribute spiritual power and has a great chance of entering the inner gate. There is also Kang Cheng, a disciple of the West Gate. Although he cultivates the wood attribute with little attack power, with his skill
The unpredictable swordsmanship is also an enemy that cannot be underestimated. The last one is the disciple of the Eastern Works Department. Congxun, she is the most powerful among the female disciples of the outer sect. Her water-attribute spiritual power can be moved to perfection by her, which is rare.
There is someone who can compete with her to have lasting spiritual power and be undefeated."
After listening to Rong Que's description, the group was surprised. Wang Er asked Rong Que, "Brother Rong Que, how do you know so much?"
"This is just a little homework before the martial arts competition. As the saying goes, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle. I think they already know our information by now." Rong Que smiled and said casually.
"What about our north gate?"
"Yes, yes, where is our north gate?"
Regarding the question asked by a group of people, Wang Er glanced at them with disdain and said: "Don't you know that we have a big brother Rong Que in the north gate? There is no need to ask this kind of question, who of you, go to the guardian of Tiansha Peak
Give me a beating, you are also a seeded player."
Hearing what Wang Er said, the group laughed. Yes, there is still room for a gap in the North Gate. Just relying on physical training skills and no spiritual power, they can crush the deacon of Tiansha Peak.
After all, such a record is not something that the seeded players from the other three divisions can have.
As the group of people laughed and laughed, they finally arrived at the martial arts arena at the inner gate. The tall walls in each circle of the martial arts arena blocked the view. There were figures flashing on the walls. Those were to protect the order of the martial arts arena.
There were inner disciples at the entrance checking their admission tickets. Several of them handed in their admission tickets and successfully entered the martial arts arena.
As soon as they entered the martial arts arena, the group was stunned. The size of this martial arts arena was like a horizon without borders, and it was much larger than the Ye family's martial arts arena in Longping City.
There was a huge crowd of people in the field, most of them were disciples from the inner sect, and they were friends with the outer sect disciples who were participating in the competition, so they just came to take a look.
A group of seven or eight people walked to their own seats and sat down. As soon as they sat down, they heard a voice from the side: "Hey! Isn't this the North Gate, which is at the bottom every year? This time, I know that I am at the bottom again, so I sent so many people.
Come on."
The sound came from the direction of the South Gate. Every year, the South Gate won the first place. This made them more and more arrogant and did not take any external door workers seriously.
Rong Que turned his head and looked over, and saw more than twenty people at the south gate, all looking at them with contempt.
"Brother Rong Que, forget it, they are champions every time, and there are so many of them." Wang Er pulled Rong Que's clothes and said softly.
Rong Que smiled and said, "I don't take it to heart."
Although he said this, after a while, Rong Que still raised his voice and said: "It seems that Nanmen has been arrogant for a long time, and it is time to take care of it, otherwise it will not be good to get angry."
"What did you say, boy? Believe it or not, I will tear your mouth apart!" Upon hearing Rong Que's words, the Nanmen disciples immediately stood up from their chairs one by one and looked at Rong Que menacingly.
"Sit down, you don't have to be as knowledgeable as them, speaking with strength is the right way." Among the Nanmen disciples, there was a big man who looked to be almost twenty years old, with short red hair sticking up, wearing a red robe, and looked at it indifferently