"Damn, I made you think Liu Qi Qi could be a finalist!"
"Cao Nima, even you think that stupid Qu Gao can be shortlisted. Why can't your grandfather and I support Senior Brother Liu?"
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Noisy sounds came, and a group of people surrounded the boss in front of the two. In the crowd, four or five young men in their twenties were fighting.
Fortunately, everyone was relatively restrained. Although their magic power fluctuated a bit, no one released their spells. They only used their physical bodies to fight with bare arms, just like ordinary warriors.
While several people were wrestling together, each of them was still cursing.
"There seem to be a lot of fights these days?" Wang Zijia looked at this scene, which was already the fourth time he had seen it in these days.
Hearing this, An Xingsheng smiled and shook his head, saying: "Senior brother, I have seen very few of them. More than four times, the entire Fu Tower has been fighting almost every day these days. Mainly because of the big competition that takes place every ten years. The qualifying round has come to an end and we are about to enter the official promotion round, so everyone is a little excited."
When Wang Zijia heard this, he suddenly realized that within the Wanyu Sect's outer sect, for the outer sect disciples, the outer sect competition held once every ten years and the entire sect's Tao discussion held once a century were simply more eye-catching than the World Cup in the previous life.
Especially the great competition held once every ten years is a grand gathering for many low-level disciples.
In addition to being able to achieve success and become famous after breaking out of the siege, his circumstances have changed drastically. There are also people who open handicaps for gambling and various speculations.
So it involves disputes such as fame, profit, money, etc. It is not surprising that such a thing happens.
Let alone a world like the one in the previous life, where fans of both teams could get into fights, and people who gambled on sports could even get into group fights.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, you bastards, it's going to be endless every day, isn't it!" At this time, a team of law enforcement teams rushed over and punched and kicked several fighting brothers.
The disciples who were fighting so fiercely just a moment ago that their faces turned red immediately immediately protected their heads and begged for mercy.
"It's great to be young!" Wang Zijia sighed, shook his head, ignored it, and walked towards the teaching hall.
When An Xingsheng heard this, he glanced at Wang Zijia subconsciously.
Although the lines on the angular young face are strong and very masculine, the tenderness of his age is clearly visible.
Seeing the old-fashioned expression on such a handsome face like Wang Zijia, An Xingsheng's mouth twitched several times. Fortunately, he was well trained and did not show any expression in the end.
"Senior brother, as a sect Taoist, why don't you sign up and give it a try?" An Xingsheng looked at Wang Zijia and asked: "I heard that Taoists can directly enter the finals. If you sign up, you will get a reward. The sect has been in the last three At least half of the hundred Taoists participated."
"Forget it, let them young people fight for this little brat's house thing!" Wang Zijia subconsciously sensed his Daoji, which was completed in more than ten days, and smiled. He shook his head and said: "I am... old!!!"
An Xingsheng: "······"
The corner of An Xingsheng's mouth twitched for a moment, and he immediately changed the subject and said, "I don't know what the reward will be for the leader of this year's competition."
"Who knows, it's probably still the same as the third one, magic weapons, secret techniques, and spiritual objects." Wang Zijia said as such.
"Not necessarily. I heard that this year there seems to be an instruction from the elders of the Presbytery. Maybe the leader will be rewarded heavily?" An Xingsheng said with some gossip.
"Most of this kind of gossip is just rumors." Wang Zijia replied nonchalantly.
"No, senior brother, do you know the first sect of the sect?" An Xingsheng suddenly became interested and looked at Wang Zijia and asked.
"Leng Wenrui?" Wang Zijia asked tentatively in a questioning tone.
"No, no, no, everyone thinks he is a little less talented, and he is already twenty-seven, so he is a bit old." An Xingsheng shook his head, looked at Wang Zijia, with a different kind of light in his eyes, and said: "More and more, just like you, senior brother, you are not a weakling. You are only eighteen years old, and you are already ready to break through the sacrificial wine."
"Yue Lai? The contemporary grandson of the Yue family? I remember that he is not very famous." Wang Zijia frowned and said, regarding the sect's Taoism, these days are within the scope of his knowledge, so he knows a little.
"Well, that's him. He suddenly appeared in the past few days and announced with a high profile that he would win the championship. I heard that Elder Yue of the inner sect had a lot of connections for this and deliberately set a high reward for this year's competition!" An Xingsheng said excitedly , eyes sparkling.
Okay, I didn't realize it before, but this guy turned out to be a very gossipy person. In vain, he thought the other party was quite stable.
"Before the promotion competition, the rewards will probably be announced. It should only happen in the past few days. You can see if it is true then!" Wang Zijia shook his head, not showing much interest in this, and said rather casually .
While the two were talking, they had already entered the teaching hall, and Wang Zijia began his daily teaching routine.
The whole morning passed quietly.
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"Boom!"
In the afternoon, there was a knock on Wang Zijia's door while he was making fish and making talismans.
The movements in Wang Zijia's hand did not stop, and as the pen moved, the shining runes continued to overlap and overlap, and finally gathered into an exquisite second-grade talisman.
"Come in!" Wang Zijia greeted as he put away the enhanced version of the lava fireball talisman he had just made.
An Xingsheng walked in with an old man and a young man.
For some reason, An Xingsheng, who rarely showed emotions, looked a little stiff and unnatural at the moment, which made Wang Zijia pay attention.
Without waiting for Wang Zijia to ask, An Xingsheng introduced: "Senior Brother Wang, this is Senior Uncle Sha Heng, our senior second-level instructor with a gold medal in Fulou for many years."
Hearing this, Wang Zijia looked at the old man.
He looks like he is in his fifties, has a kind smile, is somewhat amiable, and full of intimacy. Next to him was a girl of fifteen or sixteen, who was well-behaved and seemed a little quiet.
Sha Heng is one of the contemporary core figures of the Sha family. He cultivated in the late stage of Jijiu. He has served as the second-level gold medal tutor of Fulou for nearly a hundred years and has a wide network of contacts.
The Bai family, the Shan family, and the Sha family are the core families of Qi Fu. As the descendants of the former Kaimai master, the Sha family has a very strong foundation.
Even though the current contemporary leader's surname is Bai instead of Sha, the two families have been married for countless years, so it won't have much impact on this. As the gold medal of Fu Lou, Sha Heng's status can be imagined.
The basic information of the other party flashed through his mind. Wang Zijia hurriedly stood up to greet him, and said with enthusiasm and respect: "Uncle Sha, if you have anything to do, just say hello to the disciples. Why can I bother you to go there in person! What if? When word spread, outsiders thought that the disciple had swelled up after entering the building!"
(End of chapter)
