Three days later, the five major sects in Xiaoshui City jointly issued an announcement for a city-wide competition. At this time, there were exactly ten months left before the competition.
From the date of the announcement, registration for the knockout rounds will be accepted, and the venue will be located in the square in the center of Xiaoshui City.
The registration is completed within one month, and the official knockout competition will begin the next month, and ten winners will be selected to challenge the throne of the new Xiaoshui City's top ten young masters as challengers.
As for the list of recommended players, it will also be announced before the end of the knockout round.
Announcements like this were posted almost all over the streets and alleys of Xiaoshui City. Of course, the specific details about the competition were also written on the announcements, making a piece of red paper four feet long and two feet wide covered with dense
Small black font.
Suddenly, the entire Xiaoshui City became several times more lively than usual. Unsurprisingly, the most talked about topic among people after dinner was this city-wide competition. Many good people predicted the new outcome before the competition started.
The ranking of the top ten masters, and the smarter merchants are more
It is a set of competition secrets printed in a complete set, which boasts that it has included all the young masters under the age of thirty in Xiaoshui City, and explains in detail the origin, famous moves and weapons used by each master. Of course, the secrets
I also didn’t forget to make a ranking for the competition.
A brochure like this, which was only intended to attract the public's attention, actually sold very well in Xiaoshui City, adding to people's talk. Whether the merchant made up the information himself or the five major sects deliberately revealed the information, in short, in Xiaoshui City,
With the promotion of the brochure, even though there are still ten months until the competition, the atmosphere is quite enthusiastic.
Lin Yan also saw the notice posted on the street, and then came to the square of the bustling Xiaoshui City.
A wooden shed has been set up in the middle of the square for registration.
There were crowds of people around the wooden shed, but most of them came to watch the excitement. There were very few players who actually entered the wooden shed to sign up.
The reason is simple.
Everyone loves to see the excitement, and everyone cherishes life.
There are almost no restrictions on participating in the knockout rounds. Anyone can sign up. There is no need to verify your strength or pay fees, but you only need to sign a life and death agreement.
Although there are many regulations in the competition to avoid the death or serious injury of the contestants, but fists and feet are blind, and the sword is ruthless, accidents will inevitably happen. The organizer obviously does not want to bear too much responsibility for this, so there is such a
Life and death agreement.
This kind of competition is naturally not a game of house. Once the agreement is signed, life and death are determined by destiny. Those ordinary people who don't know the slightest skill, or warriors who are not strong enough, will definitely not make fun of their own lives.
Therefore, those who really dare to enter the wooden shed are the warriors who have made up their minds and believe that they have the ability to participate in the knockout round.
And those people watching the fun on the side almost all have a booklet in hand. Every time they see a warrior entering the wooden shed, they will carefully observe his appearance, compare it with the portrait of the contestant on the competition secret book, and at the same time listen carefully to the wooden shed.
There is movement inside. When they hear a contestant reporting his name, he must identify the name one by one with the list written in the booklet. When it is confirmed that the registered martial artist is indeed recorded in the booklet, people will look at him with envy.
They looked at him and talked about everything about him.
When Lin Yan was mixed in the crowd, no one noticed him, but when he walked through the crowd and stepped straight onto the unique red carpeted passage leading to the wooden shed, he began to attract people's attention.
"This person looks too young. Is he really here to sign up for the knockout round?"
"Look, this person is dressed in ordinary clothes and doesn't carry any weapons. He can't be the staff responsible for registration, right?"
"The person in charge of registration will only enter from behind the wooden shed. This passage is specially reserved for the contestants. Needless to say, this person must be here to register. Look at his majestic appearance and heroic appearance. Tsk tsk, maybe it's true
A young master."
"Why don't you quickly look through the invincible secret book to see if this person is on it? However, I have read the secret book dozens of times before. Why don't I remember that there is such a handsome young master?"
We only saw an applicant almost every half hour or even an hour. Lin Yan's appearance naturally attracted everyone's attention.
Inside the wooden shed.
"Name?"
"Lin Yan."
"Well, age?"
"Seventeen."
"Um?"
The middle-aged registration officer sitting in the middle behind the table raised his head curiously, looked at Lin Yan, and asked again: "Really seventeen?"
Lin Yan nodded.
The middle-aged man still said in a doubtful tone: "Are you really here to participate in the knockout round? Have you read the details in the announcement clearly? Young people should think carefully. Once you sign a life and death agreement, you will regret it if you stand on the competition stage a month later.
It’s useless.”
"I've thought about it." Lin Yan smiled, showing his neat white teeth.
The middle-aged man did not give any more consolation. He pulled out a form and handed it to Lin Yan, saying, "Just fill in the detailed information. It will be included in the future announcements. Please refer to it."
"Hey, young man, why didn't you fill in the sect column you belong to?" The middle-aged man then noticed that Lin Yan's pen had directly skipped the sect column, and couldn't help but remind him.
"I don't have a sect." Lin Yan said lightly.
At this time, the crowd outside the wooden shed finally exploded.
"Lin Yan? I have never heard of this person. He is not recorded in the secret book. What is going on?"
"That's right, the few people who came before were all introduced in detail in the secret book. Could it be that this person is just here to try his luck and is not a young master at all?"
"Didn't you hear that this guy named Lin Yan just said that he has no family or any sect? Look, this guy is just a fool, and he's just messing around!"
The spectators quickly remembered Lin Yan, a strange young man, and regarded him as a foolish young man who knew nothing about the world.
In the wooden shed, the middle-aged registration officer had the same thought, and was about to say a few words of sympathy to persuade Lin Yan to give up the idea of registration, but he heard a sneer from behind.
"Uncle Wang, let him sign up."
The middle-aged man surnamed Wang has always been kind-hearted. When he suddenly heard these ill-intentioned words, he almost stood up and shouted angrily. However, after turning his head and discovering the true face of the person, he blocked the words that rushed to his throat, and his face changed.
He had a pleasing smile.
"Young Master, you are here."
The person who came was none other than Qingfeng.
The middle-aged man surnamed Wang is only responsible for sorting out the secret books in the Scripture Pavilion of Qingwu Sect. His status is not high. Qingfeng can call him uncle, which has given him enough face. Although he is soft-spoken, he is not stupid and understands that this is Qingfeng.
The young master reminded himself not to get involved in this matter blindly.
Therefore, the middle-aged man surnamed Wang stood up quickly, gave up the throne to Qingfeng, and walked aside without saying a word. He just glanced at Lin Yan with compassionate eyes and sighed in his heart.
Presumably, this young man named Lin Yan offended Young Master Qingfeng and asked him to intervene in this matter.
"Qingfeng, is that you?"
To the middle-aged man's surprise, Lin Yan just glanced at Qingfeng, then said hello gently, and continued to write and complete the form, as if he was determined to sign up.
"I have seen people being killed, but I have never seen anyone who likes being killed. Lin Yan, do you really think that the biennial city-wide competition is just playing house? People will die!"
Qingfeng spoke not to alert Lin Yan, but to laugh at Lin Yan's ignorance.
"Really, that seems to be the case. After all, fists and feet have no eyes, and swords are ruthless." Lin Yan responded calmly, as if the competition had nothing to do with him.
The people watching outside the wooden shed knew Qingfeng well, and they couldn't help but be shocked when they saw that the unknown Lin Yan could talk to the dignified young master of the Qingwu Sect so peacefully.
"Perhaps we are all wrong. This young man named Lin Yan has really great background. You see, he can argue with Young Master Qingfeng. He must be a master."
"Did the secret book omit this person? But judging from the current situation, Lin Yan is indeed very different. He should have real abilities."
Everyone subconsciously changed their previous impression of Lin Yan.
Qingfeng in the wooden shed glanced at the crowd, a gloomy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly his voice more than doubled, so that everyone onlookers in the square could hear clearly.
"Hmph, since I kindly remind you that you don't take it seriously, then just wait for the knockout competition in a month and cry on the competition stage. I want to see what a warrior who is only at the eighth level of Xiantian Realm can do.
Challenge others!”
As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged people in the wooden shed sighed even louder.
The square was once again engulfed in heated discussions.
"Is there anything wrong? We are still far away from the mortal realm. Why are you so confident in signing up?"
"No way? I heard that the Qingwu Sect has at least a hundred young disciples with such strength. Anyone who comes out can definitely beat this one named Lin Yan. Where does he get the confidence? Is he really a stupid young man?"
Although most of the people are not warriors, they are also clear about the levels of warriors. After listening to Qingfeng's words, they naturally understand that warriors from the eighth level of the Xiantian realm come to participate in the city-wide competition. Not to mention that they will definitely not be able to enter the final competition. I am afraid that they will not even be eliminated.
I couldn’t even get past the first round!
The biennial competition is a powerful dialogue between warriors. Although the number of those who dare to sign up is very small, they have basically reached the Mortal Realm. No matter how bad they are, they still have the strength of the ninth level of the Xiantian Realm. And like Lin Yan,
Not to mention his lack of strength, his young age, and his lack of training experience, not to mention that he even has no sect!
If you dare to sign up alone like this, what else is it if you are not a fool!
Lin Yan turned back at this moment and glanced at the square. He saw people's reactions in his eyes, but did not get angry. He put down his pen and said calmly: "This is something I have decided. Brother Xie Qingfeng reminded me
.”
After saying that, Lin Yan smiled at the middle-aged man named Wang and said, "I've finished filling it out."
Qingfeng's face darkened, as if he was thinking about why Lin Yan dared to sign up for the knockout round so boldly, but then he felt relieved and smiled with a proud expression.
"Hmph, since you are seeking death yourself, you can't blame anyone else! Although I promised Junior Sister Jiangxue not to do anything to you, it is very easy to tell a few people to take good care of you during the knockout round, haha."
Qingfeng thought this in his heart, but said to the middle-aged man: "Uncle Wang, Lin Yan really wants to participate in the knockout round so that he can show his supreme style and add luster to this city-wide competition. Please ask Uncle Wang to review it carefully.
The information Lin Yan filled in must be done so that Lin Yan can participate normally."
After Qingfeng finished speaking, he proudly walked away from the back of the wooden shed with his hands behind his back.
The middle-aged man named Wang glanced at Lin Yan, sighed, shook his head slightly, picked up the registration form on the table, reviewed it carefully, picked up the seal and stamped it with a bright red mark like blood.
"Lin Yan, your registration was successful. I wish you good luck."
Lin Yan cupped his hands towards the middle-aged man and stepped onto the red carpeted passage again. He left the wooden shed and reached the square. He walked straight forward without listening to the sarcasm, contempt or sighs of the onlookers.
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