In the first round, Huajianci drew an extraordinary monk, who gave up immediately, so he didn't show his strength until he met Bato Huisheng.
Hua Jianci's fighting style is full of predictability. While avoiding, he will pinch the opponent's secret ultimate move to suppress his true combat power.
In the final round of fifteen people, in addition to Qi Huanfang, who had a bye, representing Fu Yao, there were also Huajianci, Sanxiu Wu Bianhai, Sanxiu Gumu, Jinchihou. Jinchihou represented Qian Fengyue, Wankang of the Anhui tribe, and Lushen tribe. Shen Buping.
Among them, Fu Yao, Gu Mu and Qian Fengyue have half-step magical powers.
"The final beneficiaries of the conference must be Young Master Jingyao, Marquis Jinchi, and Senior Gu Mu. I wonder who the remaining two are."
"These three half-step magical powers are basically the top three."
There was a lot of discussion in the stands, and the opinions were one-sided, but some people sneered, "The people of the wasteland are really small, do you know that the person representing day is the second in the life and death realm on the rookie list, and the casual cultivator who calls himself Wu Bianhai is a famous wild wave on the sea. Sheng, ranked twenty-third on the list, can't he still defeat half a step of magical power!"
Those who cultivate half-step magical powers will always stop at half-step magical powers. For ordinary monks, it is as unattainable as the true king of supernatural powers, but for monks with high natural strength, it is nothing more than a natural existence. The dove poison that destroys the path of cultivation.
When mentioning half-step magical powers, labels such as "poor qualifications," "no future," and "not worth mentioning" often come to their minds, and they sincerely despise those with half-step magical powers.
This apparent contempt angered the people in the wasteland. Half-step magical powers are quite powerful, so how can they be slandered casually, "Some people say they are talented, but they may be trapped in a life-or-death situation!"
"Can't you deal with the realm of life and death with even half a step of magical power? What a joke!"
The strong smell of gunpowder in the stands overshadowed the fighting in the field, and the buzz gave Qi Huan a migraine. What was even more troublesome was that the leaders of the Twenty-One Tribes also learned from others that two of the participants were actually on the list. , couldn't help but be excited, and kept sending messages to him.
"No matter which tribe is good, someone from our twenty-one tribes must be in the top five, otherwise we will not be able to build this town!"
The twenty-one tribes came forward as a community when it came to spiritual veins. No matter which tribe's monks were in the top five, they all represented the twenty-one tribes.
But the strongest among them, Bato Huisheng, was easily defeated and didn't even make it into the top eight. If the remaining Anhui Kang and Shen Buping failed again, wouldn't it be that they were making wedding dresses for others by promoting the Wasteland Conference!
"This is simply deception. If the Twenty-One Tribes don't get the right to create a town, we will break up. Outsiders are not welcome in the wasteland!"
Qi Huan comforted him, "Don't worry, I will definitely protect one of you."
"He Lao, who do you think Wan Kang and Shen Buping can beat among the other six?"
"Keep one and give up one, let Shen Buping and Wankang fight, the twenty-one tribes will definitely be in the top five."
Qi Huan nodded.
"8 goes into 4, the first draw, according to the order of competition, Shen Buping draws first." Referee Banyangzi put his hand on the whisk, gently handed it forward, and signaled the waiter beside him to take the lottery box forward.
Shen Buping put his hand into the lottery box, grabbed a piece of paper, and handed it to Banyangzi respectfully.
Banyangzi glanced at it and announced loudly, "The first match is between Shen Buping and Lin Wankang. Let's fight!"
Shen Buping and Wan Kang looked at each other with relaxed smiles.
"please."
"please."
Their fists and feet collided. Their energy split the air, leaving vicious white marks. The two of them exchanged hundreds of moves in a short time, and Shen Buping finally won by a narrow margin.
The twenty-one tribes were satisfied and could watch the next competition with peace of mind.
The Marquis of Jinchi faced off against Fu Yao. The Marquis of Jinchi regretted losing, but Fu Yao won.
Hua Jianci won against Gu Mu, a half-step magical power.
Qian Fengyue faced Wu Bianhai, half-step magical power and the realm of life and death, Qian Fengyue was defeated!
Marquis Jinchi's face turned black as ink, and he hurriedly sent a message to Qi Huan, "What's going on? If our Dapeng tribe cannot make it into the top five, the agreement will be invalidated, and my spiritual veins will not be given away. I want this The town cannot be built!”
How dare a young marquis to be so arrogant? He is really a barbarian from a barbaric land. Qi Huan suppressed his displeasure and said, "One of the four eliminated will be resurrected. Lord Marquis, please be patient."
Fortunately, he listened to He Lao's words and intercepted the top five as the founding party, otherwise he would not have been able to get back the Marquis of Jinchi. However, Qi Huan heard a message at this time.
"According to the normal procedure, let Gu Mu win. One is an insignificant tribe living in the south, and the other is our great shipping company. Which one is more important? I hope you will think twice."
It turns out that the half-step magical ancient animal husbandry is Luo Yimi. As a businessman, Luo Yimi will certainly not miss this spiritual line. He has occupied a large amount of land early and agreed to the Wasteland Conference, and he also took a fancy to his proposal to build a town.
I thought that with Gu Mu here, I would be able to make it into the top five, but it turned out that Shen Buping, who was not as good as Gu Mu, even made it, but he couldn't.
Luo Yimi didn't believe that there was nothing fishy behind the scenes. Needless to say, the man behind the scenes must be Mr. Jing Yao who was the first to gather Jinchi Hou and the Twenty-One Tribes to discuss the ownership of their spiritual veins.
"I don't understand what fellow Taoist is talking about. Losing or winning depends on strength."
Why would Luo Yimi listen to him? Those who play politics are all dirty. They are just like their businessmen. No one is any better. Don’t be a big-tailed wolf. "Young master, do you think I will put all the eggs in a basket? Except for the ones in Gu Mu’s hands." In 27 miles, my subordinates have scattered around for nearly seventy or eighty miles. If Gumu cannot make it into the top five, there will be no hope of building this town."
Qi Huan was threatened three times in half an hour, and he almost became angry.
Since you hold so much land, why didn't you show up from the beginning!
If he knew that she had so much land, couldn't he just ask her for cooperation?
Soon it was time for the 4-in-1 resurrection session.
Marquis Jinchi touched his beard and felt confident. This time, he would definitely face Wankang, and the top five would be in his bag.
He took out the note from the lottery box and handed it to Hanyangzi without looking at it, waiting for Banyangzi to announce his opponent.
"Marquis Jinchi, fight against Gu Mu."
Marquis Jinchi was stunned, what's going on? Shouldn't Gu Mu fight Qian Fengyue? Qian Fengyue would wear him to death so that their Dapeng tribe could win.
He glanced at Qi Huan and secretly composed himself. Then he would wear him to death and let Qian Fengyue enter the top five. It was the same anyway.
As soon as he came on the stage, Jin Chihou used his most powerful secret technique, Dapeng supported Jiuzhong!
The phantom of the golden roc flew out from his back. It was thousands of miles long and flew angrily in the sky. Its wings were like hanging clouds, and its sound shocked the wasteland.
"Here comes the Dapeng Tribe's peerless secret technique, Dapeng Supporting the Nine Levels!"
"Oh my God, I've heard that Dapeng's technique is difficult to master, but looking at the power, I think I'm almost successful!"
The golden roc covered the sky and the sun. He leaned over and took a piece of bloody meat from Gu Mu's body.
Gu Mu cried out in pain. He was very frustrated in the battle with Hua Jianci. He lost before he could use any secret techniques. Now he was about to vent his anger, but he lost a piece of meat first.
"Hey, don't think of me as a sick cat!" Gu Mu's eyes turned red as he took out a five-color treasured gong and struck it with a clanging sound. Heavy ripples rippled through the air, annihilating everything in his path.
Marquis Jinchi's eyes shone and he laughed, "Okay, I will take this opportunity to announce to you that the descendants of the Golden Scale King are about to make a comeback!"
Dapeng screamed fiercely, and fanned the tornado with its long wings. A sudden storm broke out in the sky and earth, flattening the ripples played by the five-color gong. The overwhelming power swept Gu Mu up to the sky. If Luo Yimi hadn't stopped him, he would have been killed. His spiritual bones were broken.
"I'm too impatient." The elders of the Dapeng tribe shook their heads and sighed. The only shortcoming of the Marquis was that he was very happy with his skills. He couldn't hold his breath, and he had to show it off soon after he finished it.
But what can they do, of course, they can only shout for him, who is the person with the highest degree of blood return to his ancestors after the Golden Scale King.
He Lao: "The Golden Scale King? The Golden Scale Dynasty that unified the world of mountains and seas three thousand years ago and was only one step away from being promoted to the Celestial Dynasty?"
"Well, it is said that the Golden Scale King has half the blood of the Golden-winged Dapeng. After returning to his ancestors, his combat power is extremely high, as if he has the body of a half-saint. However, the Golden Scale Dynasty was destroyed in the Xuantian War three thousand years ago. The Golden Scale bloodline withered, so it avoided the wilderness. Nowadays, few people remember it, but they didn't expect..." Has a new bloodline successor emerged?
Qi Huan looked at the strong, fat black man whose face was covered by a beard, and his mood fluctuated. It was really surprising.
The same goes for Zhan Changfeng. In his impression, the icy wasteland was associated with "dangerous place", "desolation" and "savagery", but the monks were mediocre, and suddenly a descendant of some king appeared.
This wasteland is getting more and more interesting.
Her eyes were slightly closed, and sound transmission was sometimes dangerous. For example, she accidentally heard various sound transmissions just now, and there was an undercurrent behind "building a town."
Qi Huan wanted to kick Marquis Jinchi out for the Great Navigation Trading Company, but Marquis Jinchi won. I'm afraid there will be another good show in the future.
In the end, the top five of the Wasteland Conference were born, with the Qi Huan side represented by Fu Yao, the Twenty-one Tribe side represented by Shen Buping, the Dapeng Tribe side represented by Jin Chihou, the Day Clan represented by Hua Jianci, and the unexpected individual Wu Xiu. Bianhai.
The construction of the town was put on the agenda, and Hua Jianci naturally left the next matter to Zhan Changfeng, on the grounds that he did not touch political affairs but military matters.
Zhan Changfeng didn't leave her idle either, and immediately sent her to command and train the army.
The sky was vast and the wilderness was vast. Three days after the Wasteland Conference, the first meeting with only the participation of the five founding parties began.
The location is a temporary tent on the spiritual line.
As soon as Zhan Changfeng entered the tent, he saw Jin Chihou stomping the ground excitedly, "Hey, it's not bad to practice in a place like this."
"Building a town is not a trivial matter. Just thinking about cultivation is not enough." After Zhan Changfeng, Shen Buping also opened the curtain and came in. He looked at Zhan Changfeng and asked, "Where is the origin of fellow Taoist?"
"Fellow Taoist, you are so angry, are you from outside?" Jinchihou folded his hands and sat in the first place on the right, "Outsiders always have to go back to the prosperous Beizhao and Nanfeng to participate in the construction." Town is not a good choice, why not exchange your share with me in exchange for spiritual stones and treasures."
Wu Bianhai, who came in on the back foot, lowered his eyes slightly when he heard these words, silently walked to the last seat on the left and sat down.
"The roughness and primitiveness of the icy wasteland are also unique. I will take my people to live here, and I have to rely on this town to provide shelter from the wind and rain." Zhan Changfeng sat down in the last seat on the right.
Marquis Jinchi was slightly satisfied, and he was quite sensible and did not grab the seat in front.
The curtain opened and Qi Huan came in, "You guys are here quite early."
The five people stood up and greeted each other. Qi Huan sat alone at the head, with two people on each side. He glanced at Zhan Changfeng one more time, and then said with a smile, "There are only five of us here, so we won't say any polite words. The radiation range of the spiritual vein is about 1,500 miles. Apart from us, there are 56 original occupants. The subsidy for them is that they will be given free living years based on the size of their original occupied area."
"For example, if you live within one mile for free for one month, if you live within two miles for two months for free, and so on, do you have any questions?"
"These are all fine, the key is our share distribution!" Shen Buping looked at Zhan Changfeng and Wu Bianhai from the corner of his eye. Hey, if it wasn't to calm the public anger and show the fairness of the conference, he would have cut off the top three to save others. Come and share the pie.
He turned around and thought again, this time the squatters were really crouching tigers, hidden dragons, Wu Bianhai and the beggar Jianci were able to defeat half a step of magical power. If he only intercepted the top three, he would not be able to take the turn.
If you don't regain your spiritual veins through the Wasteland Conference, you may not be able to defeat them if you really want to fight.
After thinking about it for a while, Shen Buping became calm and said, "Let's get down to business earlier."
"I did some calculations and found that building the town would cost at least 60 million mid-grade spiritual stones. This only counts basic buildings, excluding defense and special buildings."
"Wait, why are you calculating? We don't have spiritual stones in the wasteland!" Jin Chihou interrupted Qi Huan's words, put a palm on his knees, and leaned forward, "Then let me tell you, we will Plan the streets and buildings on this land first, then divide it into blocks, and bid for these lands. Whoever wins the auction will own the land. You want it to be a residence or a shop, it’s up to you!”
"In addition, we each spend a sum of money to build a team to maintain law and order in the town. Isn't that the end of it!"
Zhan Changfeng looked at him with admiration. He was well-organized and purposeful, and he was worthy of the title. "I have no objection."
"I don't have any objection either." Shen Buping suddenly thought about Qi Huan, as Jing Yao's son, he was very wealthy and what if all the land was auctioned by him?
"The specifics need to be improved, and the amount of land purchased needs to be limited."
"Then we will use the original land in our hands as the basis. At most, we will expand on this basis..." Marquis Jinchi took out the page recording everyone's original land. "In the end, I occupied 36 miles in total, and Qi Huan occupied 36 miles in total." 44 miles, the twenty-one tribes occupy a total of 182 miles, Wu Bianhai accounts for a total of 18 miles, and the day total occupies...half an acre?!"
Four pairs of eyes stared at Zhan Changfeng. Zhan Changfeng was very calm and showed no embarrassment at all. "Is there any problem?"
If there is one person in one mile, and one fingernail in half an acre, you still have the nerve to ask if you have any questions!
At this point, they had nothing to say. With the strength of these two people, if they really wanted to occupy the land, they could seize more than ten or twenty miles from other monks, but they didn't do that.
"On the basis of the original land, expand it nine times." Shen Buping responded.
Zhan Changfeng said, "Impossible. Is it possible that I can't even shoot a mile of land?"
"Twenty-one tribes will occupy more than a thousand miles at once? Is this a joke?"
"This is the fairest. Our Twenty-One Tribes already occupy a lot of land, why can't we occupy more!"
In the small camp, everyone held their own opinions and quarreled constantly, and no one could come up with a final plan until dark.
