Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and after two days of preparation, the children of the Yan tribe were ready to go out and prepare for a big battle at any time, but they knew that there was still a prelude to today, an extremely exciting prelude.
The great elder of the Yan Clan, Yan Jili, selected ten disciples with the highest cultivation levels under the age of twenty to participate in the Red Feather City Competition with Yan Ting. They must first defeat other families in the competition, and then target the city lord with their swords.
Mansion.
Early in the morning, there were more than 600 disciples standing neatly in the hall. At the front were ten young disciples. They were the ones participating in the competition. Led by Yan Jili and Yan Ling, they went to Akabane City to practice martial arts.
Taiwan, participate in the Akabane Castle Competition
Time passed, and it was almost time for the competition to start, but Yan Ting had not arrived yet. Yan Jili was about to go find him, but Yan Li came.
"Master, Ating hasn't arrived yet." Yan Jili reported the situation to Yan Li.
Yan Li simply hummed and said calmly: "A Ting said two days ago that he would go into seclusion. You go first. I will find a martial-level mercenary group to work together to intercept the forbidden troops outside the city. Don't do anything until I come back.
, Do you understand?”
"yes."
Yesterday, all the Yan people except those who participated in the war had evacuated out of the city on flying birds. Now, the Yan people have no worries and can fight with all their strength.
A group of people marched out of the gate of the Yan clan and headed for the martial arts stage under the watchful eyes of two teams of cavalry.
Naturally, there was another spy set up by Meng Yuan among the cavalry. He watched this group of people leave the Yan family and suddenly became suspicious: "Are there so many people going to participate in the Akabane City Competition? Don't the Yan family always ignore this?
, I have to go back and report it."
The martial arts performance stage of Akabane Castle was built by the lord of Akabane Castle five hundred years ago to test the strength of the descendants of various major families. It is located only two streets in front of the lord's palace. This way, if something unexpected happens, timely support can be provided.
The martial arts stage is square in shape, with a length and width of thirty feet each. The entire martial arts arena can accommodate tens of thousands of people. There are guards from the city lord's palace guarding both inside and outside the venue. The guards are different from the Forbidden Army. The Forbidden Army is a regular army, while the guards are
The private army of the city lord's palace is not even considered an army. They cannot wear armor and can only be equipped with weapons. This also shows how strictly the Fengxuan Empire controls the army. Even the second largest city, Akabane City, only has 500 forbidden troops.
But there are thousands of people guarding the city lord's palace.
This is also the reason why the Yan people have been oppressed for more than ten years but have never dared to break up completely.
"Master Wang, you came early today."
"Master Zhu, you are not too late today."
As soon as they entered the martial arts arena, Wang Qianhe, the head of the Wang family, and Zhu Yang, the head of the Zhu family, greeted each other. Of course, it was not because of how good their relationship was. On the surface, the four major families were leaning towards the City Lord's Mansion, and they did unite with the City Lord's Mansion to suppress the Yan clan, but
The four major families all know that if the Yan clan collapses, it will be their turn to be unlucky.
Therefore, even if there is suppression, there will be some restraint, and they will even secretly help the Yan clan, allowing the Yan clan and the city lord's mansion to compete with each other, wearing down each other's strength, so that the four of them can find opportunities to develop.
Wang Qianhe looked up. Today's sun was particularly dazzling. It seemed different from yesterday's.
"Master Wang, tell me everything..." Zhu Yang asked in a low voice: "Our four families have been vacillating, which has made the old guy Mengyuan very dissatisfied, but the Yan family is obviously at a disadvantage, you still suggest that we
What are you thinking about standing still?"
Zhu Yang also didn't want to believe Wang Qianhe. Five months ago, he saw a large amount of Zengyuan Dan in the Yan clan's elixir store. He vaguely guessed that the Yan clan might have nobles to help him. After that, he continued to test and strengthened his relationship with Yan.
However, in the past two months, the Yan Clan’s supply of elixirs has plummeted. In addition, the city lord’s palace hired two alchemists, which overwhelm the Yan Clan in business. Now there are 500 cavalrymen.
Joining has shaken his heart to help the Yan people.
But his family cannot decide anything. No matter which one of the four major families it is, it is impossible to compare with the Yan clan and the City Lord's Mansion. Only by advancing and retreating together with the other three families can he survive in this decisive battle where the outcome is unpredictable.
itself
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After all, now everyone can smell that the Yan clan wants to sink the boat. If it is ready to bite back before dying, it will definitely be a big blow to the city lord's mansion.
Wang Qianhe glanced at him indifferently and said: "Just wait and see what happens. Staying still is the best attitude."
"Why?" Zhu Yang really didn't understand.
Wang Qianhe looked around and whispered: "Did you see the big bird that appeared in the sky the day before yesterday? If I read it correctly, it should be the flying bird from Zhulu Academy. Yesterday, the big bird came from the Yan family again.
Out. Yan Li's son Yan Ting has disappeared for several years. He probably joined Zhulu Academy. More than five months ago, he made a big fuss in my medicine shop, injured two hundred of my guards, and deposed the city lord that night.
There are so many patrol teams in the government, do you think an ordinary person would dare to do something like this?"
"Zhulu Academy..." Zhu Yang almost shouted.
"Keep your voice down. Nan Zhen and Yuan Kong should have guessed it. You are the only one who is still in the dark like a fool. A few people from the Imperial Academy came here a few days ago, and they have labeled more than a dozen people from the Yan family."
Disciple, you should know, right?" Wang Qianhe asked.
Zhu Yang nodded.
"I guess Yan Ting came back for revenge. He has the status of a disciple of Zhulu Academy. Even the Imperial Academy has to give him some respect. And I always feel that this time the Red Feather City Competition seems a little bit strange.
The smell." Looking at the location of the City Lord's Mansion, Wang Qianhe frowned, and the next moment, he saw two familiar figures appearing at the door.
At this moment, not only did he frown, but his face also became solemn. He read out two names with great heaviness: "Yan Jili, Yan Ling."
As the two masters in the Yan clan, one is a sixth-level Yuan Luo and the other is a fifth-level Yuan Luo, Yan Jili and Yan Ling have always been his very strong opponents. He knew that he would not be able to defeat Yan Li, but when these two people joined forces, they
He can be defeated even next time.
As a sixth-level peak Yuan Luo, several years have passed since he was defeated by the first elder and the second elder of the Yan clan, but he still has a grudge.
"The Yan family is also here to participate in the competition today. Haha, it seems that your hunch is right. Maybe the Yan family is preparing to struggle to the death." Zhu Yang said with a smile.
But Wang Qianhe did not laugh. He said calmly: "Whether it will be a desperate struggle or a turning tide, we still don't know yet!"
Yan Jili and Yan Ling took more than 600 disciples to sit in the spectator seats of the martial arts arena. More and more families entered. Originally, there were enough seats. However, due to the addition of more than 600 people from the Yan clan, there were suddenly fewer seats.
, but later did not mock the Yan people, but stood aside silently.
However, many disciples made room for some middle-aged people. Those middle-aged people smiled and thanked them, and sat next to Yan Jili and Yan Ling.
In the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, there were a few unfamiliar faces, and among them, there was a young man in rich clothes. Yan Ting also recognized this person. He was Meng Zhang, the Young City Lord of Red Feather City.
When Meng Zhang saw the Yan family coming, he immediately sneered and said: "It seems that the Yan family is not afraid of being beaten yet, and they are here today. I will trouble you all to move around a little bit today. If the Yan family dares to come up later, you will give them to them."
It’s useless.”
"Hahaha, of course this is not a problem, it's just a matter of effort." One of the young men in black said: "But there seems to be a woman named Yan Mengran in the Yan family. She is pretty. Our boss has taken a liking to her. If the city lord's mansion is to be destroyed
It's best not to touch her after leaving the Yan family. I accidentally hurt her a few days ago, and my eldest brother is still blaming me."
"Brother Qiu Yin, don't worry. I will never hurt the woman that Brother Cangpeng likes. When my father destroys the Yan family, I will not only send Yan Mengran out safely, but also give away 30% of the Yan family's property to everyone.
How about this as a meeting gift?" Meng Zhang sneered.
"Yeah." Qiu Yin nodded with a smile, but his eyes darkened. If Cang Peng hadn't taken a fancy to that woman, he would have kidnapped her and raped her long ago. How could he have waited for her father to come to rescue her?
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However, this Mengzhang is considered to be a good person, so he invited them to come and gave them no less.
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Although the place lost one beauty, it also gained other things, which is not a loss.
There are eight people coming to the Imperial Academy in Akabane City, seven of whom are late-stage Tianyuan and one is Yuanluo.
And he, Qiu Yin, is the ninth-level peak Tianyuan. The ninth-level peak Tianyuan who is only twenty years old is not much better than that Jiang Sheng. Now he is the key training target of the Imperial Academy, and all his skills are...
The best in Imperial College.
In this Akabane City, among the younger generation, except Cang Peng, he has no rival.
"Where did Brother Cangpeng go?" Meng Zhang asked.
"He has something to do. He will come in a moment. We are enough to deal with these people from the Yan family."
"I heard that there is another person in the Wang family named Wang Chu who is also from the Imperial College, but from the outer college."
"No matter what he does, he is a waste of the Earth Yuan Realm." Qiu Yin said coldly.
"Hahahaha...Meng is late, I hope you will forgive me."
A majestic voice passed through the void and fell into the martial arts arena. Meng Yuan was dressed in purple robes, with majestic brows and a faint look of Lingran in his eyes.
He glanced across the martial arts field and discovered the position of the Yan family. He smiled coldly and said: "Today is the day of the annual competition in Akabane City. I won't go into details about the rules. Please send a team from each family participating in the competition today.
The disciples staged the martial arts field, leaving three people in one round, and after ten rounds, the remaining thirty people entered the second round."
"What's the rule?"
"It's like farting. If other families unite to deal with our Yan clan, won't there be no one left in our Yan clan?"
Suddenly, many children of the Yan clan were whispering. Yan Jili asked a family head next to him: "Is this the rule?"
"Indeed, this was the rule for the Akabane City Competition as early as more than ten years ago. Thirty people entered the second round for a three-person melee, and only one person remained. Finally, ten people entered the third round, and the remaining ten people fought in pairs.
Five people, five people each choose an opponent to fight, the winner will stay, the loser will be eliminated, until the last one is left!"
Yan Jili thought for a while and said to the ten people: "We can only enter ten people, so one of you must leave his position to Ating. The remaining nine people must do their best to delay the game for me.
The longer we delay, the better, until Ating comes."
"I quit." After Yan Jili said this, someone immediately said that he was the weakest among the ten people and it was natural for him to quit.
"Okay, but if you can't hold on anymore, come down. I want you to delay, not hold on, and just try your best to deal with them. It doesn't matter if you lose. This is not the purpose of our coming today. To preserve our strength, do you understand?" Yan Ji
Li said seriously.
"Got it!" ten people replied in unison.
"Wait until they finish serving first, and then you decide who will go." Yan Jili ordered.
On the other side, Wang Qianhe said to his son Wang Chu: "Just try your best. In this competition, the sooner we lose, the better. We will feel sorry for losing."
"Why?" Wang Chu asked doubtfully.
"I always feel that the atmosphere today is unusual. It's best not to stay here. Just go up and fight for a few times and then come down. Do you understand?" Wang Qianhe said seriously.
Wang Chu realized that his father was not joking, and he could only nod stiffly. Although he was extremely reluctant, he could only agree.
The other three major families also gave their own disciples a warning. It is impossible for the old foxes of decades not to be able to understand this step. There is no need for them to interfere in the grudges between the Yan clan and the city lord's mansion.
When they both lose in the fight, it will be the turn of the four major families to benefit. At this moment, their only way to compete is to unite, and they have no choice.
"The Akabane Castle Competition begins!"
(A bloody battle is about to begin! Please collect it!)
