The next day, Ming Yan continued to guard the door of the city lord's mansion, waiting for the last three applicants to come.
Before long, many people came from a distance.
The captain of the city guard stood at the front and shouted every day, "If you sign up, line up here. Line up in order. No jumping in line."
The queue formed quickly and there were about dozens of people queuing.
"Master of the Underworld City, I am Saijo Yuuo, the leader of the Orochi Clan in Zhuwangcheng. This is my son, Toichi Saijo. Please accept it for your kindness." An old man stepped forward and handed Mingyu a Underworld Ring.
The person later handed over a ghost ring again, "This is the registration fee."
"Don't worry, let's test your age first." Mingyu interrupted Saijo Yuuo's words.
"This, Lord of the Underworld, does it mean that there is no need to test it?" Yuuo Saijo said in embarrassment.
"You must test your age. This is the rule set by Taichu Farm. Otherwise, please leave." Ming Yan said unceremoniously.
Seeing this, Saijo Yuuo had no choice but to take his son to test the monument.
Everyone looked at Nishijo Toichi with wide eyes, and saw him slowly walking to the side of the test monument, slowly stretching out his right hand, sweating nervously on his head.
When Nishijo Toichi's hand touched the test monument, the golden light of the test monument flashed, and a line of numbers appeared on it.
Everyone took a closer look and read out unconsciously, "Eight thousand four hundred and twenty years old."
"Wow", there was a scream from the crowd, everyone wanted to see what Ming Yan would do to this person.
"Unqualified, next place." Ming Xian's voice interrupted everyone's thinking.
"No, Lord of the Underworld, there must be a mistake." Yuuo Saijo shouted loudly, handing a Hades ring to Ming Xi with one hand, "Lord of the City of the Underworld, there are 50 million Underworld stones in it, please be accommodating."
"Go away," Ming Xian gave him a word.
"You, I am the patriarch of the Serpent Clan in the Kings City, how dare you do this to me."
"Disturbing the registration, committing fraud, damn it." Ming Xian yelled.
"Hmph, you little mid-level Tenki, what can you do to me?" Yuuo Saijo looked at Ming Xing and shouted sternly.
Without saying a word, Meiji directly took out a stick and pointed it at Yuuo Saijo and the others.
Seeing this, everyone moved away from the direction of the two of them.
"Haha, Mingqing, are you trying to scare me with a broken stick?" Yuuo Saijo laughed loudly.
With a move of Ming Yan's hand, he saw a beam of fire erupting from the stick, which was so quick that it ground Saijo Yuuo and his son into the flames.
Saijo Yuuo and his son turned the sample into a ball of ashes.
Everyone who came to sign up took a deep breath. This was a strong man in the realm of ghosts and gods, and he was gone in an instant.
Those who were watching the excitement in Yunwu City had long known that this was Ye Xuan's guy named Fire Gun, but they still looked shocked.
"This, this, this, this is the power of ghosts and gods. It's gone in an instant. What kind of weapon is this?"
"This, this is the leader of the Orochi Clan, just say it."
...
Ming Yan looked at the fire gun in his hand with envy on his face.
Ye Xuan knew that something unexpected might happen during this registration, so he lent it to him in advance for self-defense.
"The next person who does not meet the conditions voluntarily withdraws, and I will not pursue it." Ming Yan once again emphasized the rules of Taichu Farm.
Soon, the remaining two places were filled.
The people in the queue at the back suddenly became anxious, "Lord of Underworld, do you think we are adding a few more places? We came all the way here."
"Yes, yes, City Lord Underworld, please be accommodating and increase the number of places."
"Okay, this is what Taoist Ye Dao of Taichu Farm has decided, and it cannot be changed.
Those who haven't registered can wait for the next event." After Mingxuan finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Soon, the day came for the parent-child event, and tens of thousands of members from 10,000 families came to Taichu Farm.
Ye Xuan specially opened a separate space in Zhanghong Farm to hold this parent-child event. In the space, you can see many rare resources such as fairy fruits and herbs in the farm.
In addition, in order to satisfy the curiosity of those who did not participate, Ye Xuan also opened a viewing space for everyone to watch, and each person only needed one hundred dark stones.
After the early publicity of the farm, the viewing space was already full of spectators, with nearly 10 million people watching everyone in the participating space from different angles.
All of a sudden, all kinds of criticisms came out one after another, but the contestants had no idea.
"Look, he's from the Fusang tribe. He can't hold him up on the wall and his son can't hold him up."
"Wow, a guy from the Fusang tribe who can't help himself actually came to compete. He is the top talent in the underworld. He reached the stage of being a fierce ghost at the age of ten."
"Look, that's Ximen Chuang Niu from the Ximen clan. Next to him is his father, Ximen Chui Niu. I really didn't know that that ugly monster actually gave birth to a son as strong as Ximen Chui Niu."
"Yes, Ximen Chui is a crazy talent in the early stage of human ghost, and his son is already in the late stage of spirit ghost."
"I heard that that's not his biological son, it's his wife who's out there..."
"Hey, this is really breaking news. It's that Ximen Chui's crazy head is dense and oily with green spots."
The competition was empty, Ye Xuan was standing on a high platform.
Standing quietly below are many of the most favored sons of heaven and the powerful people of the major forces in the underworld.
"Everyone, welcome to the first parent-child event at Taichu Farm.
Next, what will be held is a "tug of war."
As soon as he finished speaking, various voices rang out from the crowd. No one knew what the "tug of war" was about.
"Quiet, now look at the registration cards in your hands. The numbers on them represent your numbers.
The opponent of number one is number ten thousand, number two corresponds to number nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, and so on."
"Okay, now each go to your own arena."
As soon as Ye Xuan finished speaking, he saw a magical 5,000-seat wide arena in the space, and on each arena stood an intelligent robot as the referee.
For a time, contestants from ten thousand families jumped onto the ring one after another. Everyone in the Hong Kong ring felt that their cultivation was imprisoned, and they only had their original strength.
"This, my cultivation..." Everyone panicked for a moment and felt insecure.
"Everyone, you knew when you signed up that you need to seal your cultivation to participate. Please don't panic. The seal will be lifted after the competition."
Ye Xuan explained loudly.
"Get ready now. If we work together as one family, we will be as powerful as gold."
"Start!" Ye Xuan gave the order, and all the participants used all their strength to pull the rope to their side.
In front of the audience, everyone was shouting the slogan "Come on! Come on!"
At the same time, he was also calling out to the players he supported, although the players couldn't hear him.
I saw all the players sweating profusely and pulling hard on the rope. This was still an opportunity to harvest Shuxuan fruit.
These people can't remember that they haven't sweated for thousands of years. Now that they experience it again, they immediately feel different.