This was the first time Wang Cheng walked into Ninghou Mansion.
It's very big, with an unknown length and width. Plus the "Guanglu Mountain" behind it, it's like a city. Even Xining County is much smaller than it.
Thick and thick, with no green bricks or green tiles, only stone bricks and glazed tiles, the houses are arranged in the mansion like chess pieces, well-proportioned, vaguely revealing the meaning of military formation.
It is solemn. There are soldiers guarding the front door of the mansion. There are people patrolling the inside and outside of the mansion at all times. There are experts on some upper floors who cast their eyes from time to time and scan the surroundings.
Following a group of people who were also running for Xuanwei, Wang Cheng came to the west courtyard of Ninghou Mansion.
The west courtyard is spacious and huge. The ground is paved with huge bluestone tiles. There is a square stone platform on the east side of the courtyard. There are a pair of large drums on each side of the stone platform. This stone platform is obviously the general's platform.
Marquis Ning actually moved the martial arts arena to the Marquis's residence!
On the general stage, He Yiming, who was dressed in a bright red robe, stood with his hands behind his back, with three young people standing behind him.
In the crowd, Wang Cheng noticed the young man on the left side of He Yiming at a glance.
With a face like a crown jade, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, long black hair tied up by a jade ring, and a faint smile on his face, he was Xu Zhongheng, the captain of Xuanwei.
He Yiming pressed his hand, and the crowd immediately returned to silence. He said loudly: "You young talents, without further ado, join my Xuanwei, and the Martial Arts Pavilion will be open to you forever!"
Of course, the Martial Arts Pavilion cannot always be open to all warriors. In that case, Ning Hou will inevitably devote some of his energy to management to prevent warriors from fighting or even rioting because of their martial arts.
Two days ago, He Yiming went to the Martial Arts Pavilion and announced the matter in public. Some people left and some stayed. Wang Cheng naturally belonged to the group of people who stayed and registered the information on the spot.
"Now, ten of the outstanding generals among you will be selected. They will be directly awarded the position of deputy lieutenant by the Marquis. These ten people will also become captains like them in the future!"
He Yiming waved his hand and pointed at the three people behind him, saying: "You must have heard of these three, Linglong Qiqiaoxin Pan Meng, White Robe Silver Spear Tangcheng, Jade Faced Prince Xu Zhongheng!"
"Pan Meng, the legitimate daughter of General Pan's family in our Tiandu Prefecture, broke through to become a martial arts master at the age of twenty-one!"
"In Tangcheng of the Tang family in Yicheng County, when he was twenty years old, he shot all over Yicheng with a long spear. The invincible younger generation suddenly disappeared in the past two years. It turned out that he was under the command of Marquis Ning!"
"That Xu Zhongheng is not simple either. He came out of Sanchuan County with a lump in his horns. He was not ranked high among the ten lieutenants back then. Now he has become a genius as famous as Pan Meng and Tang Cheng!"
The people below were talking a lot, including many young warriors who admired these three people.
Wang Cheng was also secretly sizing up the three of them.
Pan Meng was dressed in red, petite, cute, and had big watery eyes that could talk. When Wang Cheng looked at her, she winked at Wang Cheng mischievously.
Wang Cheng quickly retracted his gaze and looked at Tang Cheng. He was dressed in white robes and had a resolute face. His whole body was as straight as a spear. He stood there for others to look at, motionless as a mountain.
None of the three are easy to mess with, and their cultivation levels are all at the level of martial arts masters!
He Yiming raised his hand and pressed it, and continued: "They are the top martial arts geniuses in the entire Lingzhou, and even the entire world. With the efforts of my Marquis Mansion to cultivate them, they will definitely be able to surpass the martial arts masters before they are thirty years old!"
"So, everyone must show their full strength in the following competition. The ten outstanding ones selected this time will not only be awarded the position of deputy lieutenant, but also be allowed to soak in the Dragon Blood Pool for three days!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole crowd seemed to explode, and Wang Cheng was also excited.
According to the "Records of Rare Treasures", the Dragon Blood Pool is a wonder in the world. It is a spiritual pool formed by the blood of an ancient dragon spilling into the pool, and the essence is not dispersed.
When a warrior soaks in the pool, it will not only improve his qi and blood, but also improve his qualifications, such as rebirth of flesh and blood, reshaping of meridians, and even rebirth!
He Yiming looked at the noisy crowd with a smile on his face and said: "You young talents, please come to the stage to draw lots!"
Wang Cheng drew the lottery number "A-13", and Yang Si drew the lottery number "D-92".
Thousands of people came to participate in the selection of Xuanwei this time. These thousands of people were divided into ten groups according to "A, B, C, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Rengui". The groups competed with each other to determine the strongest person in each group.
After the lots were drawn, the ten arenas in the venue were also set up. Everyone went to the designated arenas according to their assigned groups, and the first round of competition was quickly announced.
Wang Cheng looked at the list posted on the board and found the three characters "Wang Xuanfu". His opponent in the first round was No. 14, a man named Lu Renjia.
There were about a hundred names on the list, and basically he didn't recognize any of them. But the moment he turned his head, a name caught his attention.
"He Wushuang!"
A face suddenly appeared in Wang Cheng's mind, the young man who was riding with him on the boat.
From Gaomi County to the Millennium Cold Pond, more than a thousand miles of waterway, even the first class had spoken to him a few words, but He Wushuang had not had any communication with him during the whole journey, not even eye contact.
Huang Meiren mentioned to him that He Wushuang also emerged from Shuzhou in the past two years. It is said that he is the son of the current sect leader of Feihe Sect. He is in his early twenties and his cultivation is already at the level of a martial artist. The entire Feihe Sect is young. The leader of a generation.
Wang Cheng frowned. If he wanted to stand out from Group A, this person must be his biggest opponent!
He also had another consideration. Both He Wushuang and He Yiming came from Feihe Clan. They must be related by blood. If He Yiming intervened...
"Clang clang clang!"
With the sound of gongs and drums, the competition officially began, and two young warriors appeared in the Group A ring.
Both of them were warriors in the entry-level state, with strength exceeding a thousand pounds. The two iron fists collided continuously, making a deafening sound like the collision of gold and iron.
Meet your opponent in chess!
After more than two hundred moves were exchanged, the thinner one finally lost strength and was knocked to the ground with one punch.
Wang Cheng and Lu Renjia were the seventh pair to fight. Before long, it was their turn.
"please!"
The two stood on the ring and gave each other a fist salute. As soon as Wang Cheng stood still, Lu Renjia shouted and punched him in the chest.
Wang Cheng had no expression on his face and turned slightly to one side. Lu Renjia's fist missed. He quickly retracted his fist, but before he could retract it, Wang Cheng grabbed his wrist.
One twist!
A twist!
One press!
Wang Cheng appeared behind Lu Renjia and kicked Lu Renjia in the back knee joint.
Lu Renjia's knees weakened and he knelt on one knee on the ground. He burst out with all his strength, but the hands on his back were like a huge boulder weighing down him, unable to move.
"I lost!"
Hearing Lu Renjia admit defeat, Wang Cheng let go, pulled him up from the ground, clasped his fists and said, "I give in!"
Wang Cheng walked down the ring and met He Wushuang, who was wearing a gray gown, walking over. Behind him, He Yiming was staring with bright eyes.
really!
These two people are related!
Wang Cheng clenched his fists, not even He Yiming could stop him from entering the dragon blood pool.
That was a vital and important step for him to enter the ancient warrior realm. He had to increase his strength to three thousand kilograms in one fell swoop to prepare for the next breakthrough to the warrior realm.
Wang Cheng was among the earliest ones to compete in the first round. It would take at least an hour to wait for the second round, so he took the time to go to Group D to watch Yang Si's competition.
Under the guidance of Zhang Xiaosheng, Yang Si's cultivation level also broke through to the warrior level, otherwise he would not even be qualified to register.
Zhang Xiaosheng really understood that Yang Si's loach-like figure was not suitable for taking a tough line. Yang Si also gave full play to his advantages and used his body skills to fight with his opponents.
The young warrior was not weak, but every time he hit Yang Si, his fist slipped, unable to hit the vital point at all. Instead, he became distracted and his moves began to become chaotic.
Yang Si saw the opportunity, and after dodging the young samurai's punch, he placed his foot on the path he must pass, and directly tripped him over the mud.
In the end, Yang Si won.
Wang Cheng then engaged in the second round of martial arts competition. The tall and strong opponent didn't even touch the corner of his clothes, and was pinned to the ground again with his grappling technique.
In the third and fourth rounds, Wang Cheng still easily defeated his opponent.
There didn't seem to be any very powerful players in their group. They were basically all Qi and Blood Realm warriors. Except for He Wushuang, no martial artist had been seen until this point in the battle.
On the other hand, Yang Si's D group, after four rounds of competition, four people have exploded into martial arts strength, and one of them is a Xiaocheng realm martial artist who has access to the eight meridians.
"Clang clang clang!"
Another burst of gongs and drums sounded, and the competition came to an end for the time being. It was already past one in the afternoon. Almost everyone was tired from the nine o'clock competition until now.
At this moment, there are eight people left in each group, and these people will decide the final top ten in the afternoon.
A small courtyard in the Hou Mansion.
He Yiming took off his bright red robe, changed into regular clothes and sat at an Eight Immortals table.
There are more than a dozen dishes on the Eight Immortals table, including meat and vegetables, fish and meat, all delicious and delicious.
Opposite He Yiming, sat a young man in gray clothes in his twenties, it was He Wushuang.
At this time, a woman wearing a pink skirt came in carrying a basin of soup.
She seemed to be only in her twenties, with a dignified and beautiful appearance, willow eyebrows, phoenix eyes, red lips, and a faint smile at the corners of her mouth. She was so charming in every gesture that any man would be filled with emotion when he saw her.
If Wang Cheng were here, he would be extremely surprised that this woman looks almost exactly like Xu Ya.
Of course she is not Xu Ya, but the mother Xu Ya misses day and night—Liu Yinyue!
Liu Yinyue put the soup on the table, stared at He Wushuang with a pair of eyes that could fascinate a man, and said, "Did my aunt's cooking not suit your taste?"
He Wushuang said nothing, as if he didn't hear anything.
He Yiming smiled at Liu Yinyue and said, "Yinyue, thank you for your hard work. You have cooked such a large table of dishes. You should go back to your room and rest for a while. I think you will wake up soon."
He gently patted Liu Yinyue's shoulder, and Liu Yinyue nodded and left.
"For so many years, dad has actually wanted to take you and your mother over together. But in the early years, dad also had enemies all over the place. Taking you over would actually harm you!"
He Yiming picked up a piece of meat and put it into He Wushuang's bowl, and then said: "Your mother..."
"You have no right to mention my mother!" He Wushuang suddenly blocked his mouth with one sentence.
He Yiming's face suddenly became extremely ugly. After a while, he regained his composure and changed the topic: "Don't feel any psychological pressure for the afternoon competition. Those who threaten you, dad... I have already They were transferred to other groups.”
He Wushuang snorted coldly, showing disdain.
He Yiming said: "Now there are only two people in your group who may pose a threat to you. One is Xu Chao. This person has been trying his best to hide his cultivation, but judging from the previous competition, he must also be a martial artist. The other one is Wang Xuanfu. None of his opponents in the four rounds could survive three moves in his hands, and he only used military artillery skills. His true abilities have never been exposed. He may be more difficult to deal with than Xu Chao! "
He then changed the topic: "I believe that my son, He Yiming, is by no means weaker than others. In this competition, you will definitely be the final winner!"
snort! Even if something goes wrong in the following competition, the final winner can only be He Wushuang.
Whoever blocks it will die!
