Dream Picking Records

"Where has Lao Wang gone? Why hasn't he come yet?"

Yang Shuan and Wang Fushou were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, pacing back and forth. They went to Miaoyinfang to look for Zu Mengran, but found that she had not returned either.

"They wouldn't elope, would they?" Xia Ye came to their small group and said something shocking.

Other people who were watching the game in the Imperial City also noticed that one person who was exempted from the preliminary selection did not show up.

"Hehe, he probably ran away out of fear." The speaker was the pockmarked man who had been beaten by Wang Xiao before.

"It's only been a month. Even if you're lucky enough to reach the ninth level, you can't beat others who have been training for a long time. You'll just be cannon fodder."

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Pan Chengfeng and his father Pan Guoshi sat leisurely on the high platform. Half of the quota of the Daxia human race had already been filled by their people.

Master Pan looked like a middle-aged man. He closed his eyes and said nothing. He was dressed in black and looked unfathomable.

"It's a pity that Overlord, oh no, that Wang Yu, was kidnapped. If he were still alive, he might be a problem for us. Haha, it seems that fate is on my side."

"The three people standing on the stage are all our people, you can rest assured!" An old man next to Pan Chengfeng said.

At this time, Wang Xiao and Zu Mengran finally arrived at the imperial city, and the selection was almost coming to an end.

He saw four familiar figures, namely Zhong Mo, the descendant of the One-armed Blade Demon, Yan Xinmo of the Chaos God Sect, Murong Bawang of the Murong Family, and Fan Tianwu, the second commander of the Imperial Guards. They all had their spots in hand, leaving only three spots undecided.

"As expected of Murong Bawang, he is the only one present who has not reached the ninth level of Guiyuan and has obtained a place."

"What a pity! I haven't heard any news about Wang Yu in a while. I was able to break through the bottleneck thanks to him..."

What Wang Xiao heard the most was the discussion about Murong Bawang. As a mysterious family, Murong family has a lot of traffic. However, he also heard people talking about why he didn't use the iconic black bricks and his appearance.

Some people wanted to fight against counterfeiting, but they all failed.

Yang Shuan and the others were relieved when they saw Wang Xiao coming at them. Wang Xiao greeted Yang Shuan and the others with his eyes and hurriedly stepped onto one of the arenas.

The man on the ring had just taken a break after winning nine consecutive games, and he didn't even need to say a word as the people off the ring were already mocking him.

"Oh, you dare to come on stage without even completing the ninth level of Gui Yuan? Do you think you are Murong Ba Wang?"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, be careful or the senior outside the building will block your door and beat you up."

"Haha, if the kid can't beat him, why not ask the parents?"

The best way to deal with these voices is to slap them in the face. Wang Xiao knows this very well, but he doesn't care, because these people can only talk freely off the stage and don't even have the courage and qualifications to go on stage.

Then he took the initiative to attack amid everyone's incredulous gazes.

"court death!"

The man in the long gown on the ring, holding a long sword, looked angry. He was chosen from among the three rings. Did they think he was the weakest?

Being attacked by someone of a lower realm, the man felt it was a shame. Even if he won, it would be a loss of face. Even so, he was still not careless. He knew that even a lion would use all its strength to fight a rabbit, and with Pan Chengfeng behind him, he had to win no matter what!

"Nine Nebula Swords."

Nine stars emitting sword energy appeared on the arena, each one more powerful than the other.

The audience recognized that this was the killer move of the man in the long gown. So far, half of the challengers have been defeated under the stars.

Wang Xiao, the real owner, had a different sense. From his perspective, he seemed to be in a small universe, and nine stars were crashing towards him like the god of death.

As they fell, two blazing stars suddenly appeared in the universe, covering the entire space. The two stars moved backwards and blew up all nine stars in a series of explosions.

"Sure enough, he has some abilities."

The man's expression suddenly changed. After one of his killer moves was broken, he became more cautious and wanted to launch the strongest attack to quickly take it down.

"The Great Killer Hand!"

A meteorite streaked across the sky, bringing with it thousands of streams of fire and the might of the world-destroying heaven. Behind the meteorite, a demon appeared, opening its palm to grab the target to death.

"The power of this mortal-level technique is indeed overbearing! That kid is doomed!"

"Tsk, don't forget that he is suspected to have mastered the Four Symbols of Heaven." Someone retorted.

Wang Xiao did not plan to use it. Although the person in front of him was strong, he did not need it yet. Now he used as few means as possible, leaving it for a surprise to the other party in the future. Today, he borrowed the talents from all sides to polish his own Qi control chapter.

"Great Compassion Palm."

Wang Xiao silently chanted, and a shadow rose up behind him, looking holy and peaceful. However, he was not the Buddha, but himself. He stretched out his big hand and confronted the meteorite devil's hand.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the man secretly sent a message to Wang Xiao, using threats and inducements.

"I advise you to stop now. Behind me is Pan Chengfeng, the son of the current national teacher. He is not someone you can afford to offend. If you take the initiative to admit defeat, I can say a few good words for you in front of him and ensure that you have endless resources for cultivation in the future."

After listening, Wang Xiao continued attacking at the same pace.

The man was about to fight to the death when he unexpectedly received a message from the other party.

"Brother Dao, what you said makes sense, but I have the upper hand, so it would be too fake for me to admit defeat. I don't care what others think of me, but I am afraid that it will affect your reputation."

"That makes sense. What are your plans?" The man smiled knowingly. He didn't expect the other person to be so nice and considerate. He just wronged him.

"Well, I'll pretend to accidentally expose a flaw to you, and you can knock me off the ring. But don't use too much force, my small body can't handle it."

"A word is settled!"

In the following battle, Wang Xiao's attack did slow down gradually. However, after 20 rounds, the opponent revealed a flaw. The man was overjoyed. As expected, no one could escape the temptation of profit. He stretched out his palm to knock the opponent out of the ring. Unexpectedly, Wang Xiao turned around and kicked him out.

"Fuck! You have no moral principles..."

The man was filled with a thousand thoughts. What kind of people were they? They were different from what they had agreed on.

"You shameless bastard, you actually cheated!" He flew up and wanted to fight again, but was blocked by the light emitted by the ring. He could only curse loudly from the audience.

This operation left others stunned.

Yang Shuan and others cheered for Wang Xiao, while some people were furious.

"How dare you ruin my plans. Go, find someone to take him down for me, no matter what means you use!"

Pan Chengfeng snorted coldly, and the cup in his hand turned into powder in an instant, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Master, calm down. We still have two spots firmly in our hands," said the old man.

The man in the long gown was knocked down, and for a moment no one dared to go on stage.

The man on the stage next to Wang Xiao was named Zhang Shuangquan. He had just won the fourteenth match and only had one match left to take one of the remaining three spots.

"I'm not too late!"

A young man who looked like a Taoist priest came rushing over from the horizon and landed directly on his stage.

"Are you in such a hurry to come and die?"

"I came here for the quota, so you better go down on your own initiative to avoid physical pain."

"Arrogant!" Zhang Shuangquan was very annoyed. In the eyes of this Taoist priest, he, a strong man with 14 consecutive victories, was nothing.

"If you want a fight, fight quickly. Don't waste my time!"

Zhang Shuangquan was furious and jumped towards Ji De.

Wang Xiao also met his next opponent.

"It's Yan Sang! Didn't the rumor say that he was possessed by a demon?" Someone recognized the man's identity.

When Xia Lao and others saw him appear, they subconsciously glanced at the position of Pan Chengfeng and others. This was most likely their work and a means for them to guarantee their places.

"Come on, Lao Wang!" Yang Shuan and others shouted loudly. They knew Yan Sang's name, but they had more confidence in Lao Wang.