In fact, Duan Yong is not the only smart person.
Like Duan Yong, there are many sects who are eager to take the position released by the Dragon Guard Division.
This has also led to extremely fierce competition in the entire Mochou Lake at this moment.
The competition among the Huangjie Enshriners is limited to those under the age of twenty-five. They are all young people who still have the last trace of innocence about the world of martial arts, so they show a little restraint to each other and basically stick to the point.
When it comes time to compete for the eighteen Xuan-level enshrinement seats, it will be much more exciting.
The age limit for Xuanjie worshipers is forty-five. Those who can still hang out in the world at this age are ruthless people.
In addition, this competition does not restrict the use of weapons.
So during the fight, there was almost blood, and screams could be heard all over Mochou Lake.
Zhu Biao only saw three powerful Rongjin men who died unexpectedly.
All kinds of sneak attacks, hidden weapons, front and rear sieges, and counterattacks opened Zhu Biao's eyes.
At the same time, his beautiful fantasy about the so-called world quickly faded.
"The world is too scary, it would be more practical for us to be the prince honestly!" Zhu Biao thought secretly in his heart.
After the eighteen Xuanji priests were selected, Zhu Biao returned to the room and sat down. Someone immediately brought him tea, melons and fruits.
As for the upcoming selection of heavenly and earthly offerings, Zhang Sanfeng, the Dragon Guard Secretary, naturally advocated Luo. He was a majestic prince, and naturally he would not do such a thing. He came today mainly to watch the excitement.
"Biao'er, have the people from Shaolin come on stage?" There was another person sitting in the room, it was Zhu Yuanzhang.
At this moment, Lao Zhu is happily drinking tea and eating melon seeds.
Although there was a lively fight outside, Zhu Yuanzhang never went out to take a look from beginning to end.
"No!" Zhu Biao shook his head. No Shaolin monk appeared in the competition for the Xuanjie or Huangjie enshrinements.
"snort……!"
"Shaolin Temple is not giving us face!"
"We will make him regret it." Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
Zhu Biao glanced at Lao Zhu and asked doubtfully: "Since you are here, Father, why don't you go out and see it yourself?"
"Ha ha!"
"Biao'er, believe it or not, if we step out now, there will be chaos down there immediately. Someone wants to take my head off. We have to wait a little longer to make those people despair first, and wait until the Dragon Guard Division's affairs are over. Let’s show up suddenly and give those people a big surprise.”
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and continued to eat melon seeds leisurely.
"Is there really someone who wants to assassinate you?" Zhu Biao was a little doubtful.
He planned and organized all the events of the martial arts conference, and he didn't find anything unusual.
"Of course!"
"Every day someone wants to kill us!"
"It's just that we didn't give them a chance before, but today a slight flaw was exposed. If those people can't grasp such a flaw, how can they be worthy of being our opponents?"
A faint arrogant expression flashed across Zhu Yuanzhang's face.
"Biao'er, you know people, faces but not hearts!"
"Some people can talk and laugh with you on the surface, but secretly they wish you were dead!"
"Remember, in the future you must not hire people based on your feelings alone. You must see whether their interests are consistent with yours."
"Especially when you become emperor!"
"Any decision you make will touch the interests of countless people. The beneficiaries will fight tooth and nail to protect you as the emperor, and the losers will naturally want to take your life at any cost."
"Even the relationship is not set in stone."
"It's not easy to be an emperor, especially the emperor of a big empire like Ming Dynasty!" Zhu Yuanzhang never missed any opportunity to teach his son earnestly.
"My son has learned a lesson!"
Zhu Biao nodded thoughtfully.
He did understand something from Zhu Yuanzhang's words.
When the melon seed shells piled up around Zhu Yuanzhang, this martial arts conference was finally completed successfully.
Four people are enshrined in the heavenly level, nine are enshrined in the earth level, eighteen are enshrined in the xuan level, and thirty-six people are enshrined in the yellow level. All have been selected.
Among the sixty-seven people selected this time, those with the lowest cultivation level are also in the Rong Jin realm, and there are a total of seven Huajin masters.
Among them, the most famous ones are Duan Yong, the leader of the Armored Sect, and Teng Wanli, the leader of the Ivy Villa.
These two people are both among the six most famous masters of Huajin in the world.
If Zhang Sanfeng is added to the list, the Dragon Guard Division has already recruited three of the six people.
The momentum is not bad.
These people will enjoy imperial salaries in the future, and will even receive gifts of heaven and earth treasures on a regular basis. Apart from being required to stay in Nanjing at all times and perform a specified number of tasks every month, there are basically no restrictions.
At this moment, these sixty-seven people are on Feixian Island, waiting for His Highness the Crown Prince to receive them.
"Father!" Zhu Biao entered the attic to ask Zhu Yuanzhang for instructions.
"Is everything done?"
Zhu Yuanzhang stood up, straightened his clothes and said, "Then it's time for us to appear!"
"Biao'er, today I'm going to show you how, as an emperor, you should kill the so-called Huajin Grandmaster in the world!"
Zhu Yuanzhang took one step forward and appeared on the balcony on the fifth floor, looking down at everyone below.
"I am Zhu Yuanzhang."
"Zhang Dingbian, we know you are here. If you want to kill us, I will give you this opportunity. If you don't show up now, when will you wait?"
Zhu Yuanzhang's voice was like thunder, resounding throughout Mochou Lake.
Where the Shaolin Temple monks were, the man in black, half of his face hidden in the hood, was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then suddenly opened his hood, looked up to the sky and burst into laughter.
"Zhu Yuanzhang, you are indeed here, today is the day you die!"
As he finished speaking, his figure swayed suddenly, flying two or three feet away, and flew towards Feixian Pavilion at a very fast speed.
Almost at the moment Zhang Dingbian took action, there was another commotion among the crowd around him, and four people emerged in the blink of an eye. Their heads and faces were covered with black cloth, following Zhang Dingbian closely, and silently rushed towards Feixian Island. .
That wasn't the end of it. Among the Dragon Guards who had been selected on Feixian Island, the two Huajin Grandmasters also followed Zhang Dingbian as he passed by them.
Now there are seven Huajin Grandmasters.
Shaolin Zen Master Kongzhi looked at this scene and his eyebrows couldn't help but twitch.
The change came so fast that he had no time to react.
But at this moment, all the allies have charged, and Shaolin will be very passive no matter whether he moves or not.
"Amitabha!" Finally, he gritted his teeth and chanted the Buddha's name loudly.
This seemed to be a signal. The moment the Buddha's trumpet sounded, three more Huajing masters rushed out from the crowd. At the same time, Teng Wanli, the owner of Qingteng Villa on Feixian Island, and another Huajing grand master made changes at the same time.
"Master Zhang, we...!" Duan Yong, the master of the armored sect, was also shocked by this incident. He looked at Zhang Sanfeng and was about to let Zhang Sanfeng make an idea. However, in the middle of his words, he suddenly got stuck. Got there.
Because an old monk with wrinkles on his face appeared in front of Zhang Sanfeng.
Zhang Sanfeng looked at the old monk, a hint of complexity flashed across his face, and sighed: "Venerable Nianhua, you shouldn't have come."
