There seems to be something wrong with the fairy world

"There are many controversies about this Miao Sikong competition. We have invited famous analysts in the live broadcast room to answer everyone's doubts."

"Hello, everyone. Regarding the many questions and the question of time, I will only pick a few to answer. First of all, as to why the original tribe can be successfully challenged, I have the following points of view. First of all, the wizards of the primitive tribe are all kinds of superstitions. The source of activities and magic is the form of early human knowledge, the mother of science, the inner logic of witchcraft, and the mysterious communication between man and nature..."

"Okay, thank you for your clarification. I still have a small question, which is what is the "golden branch" mentioned by Mo Momo, the little patriarch of the Leopard Clan?"

"In ancient times, there were some primitive tribes along the Mediterranean Sea. They believed that the prosperity of the tribe was closely related to the vitality of the leader. Inherit his power..."

"The time for the live broadcast is coming soon. Next, I would like to ask a question that everyone is very concerned about. What do you think is the probability that Mo Momo, the little patriarch of the Leopard clan, and Qing Lan will get married?"

"This... I can only guess roughly, maybe [-]%. After all, the good wife and mother was first discovered as a female by the little patriarch Mo Momo. Although the good wife and mother have always emphasized that they are human beings, the orcs have already recognized him. Identity. As the first to discover an unregistered female, Mo Momo has the priority custody and marriage rights of a good wife and mother, not to mention the interaction between the two in the competition is also very close..."

In the villa, the puppet hugged Guangnao and looked excited: "Qingqing, the experts say that the probability of you and Mo Momo getting married is [-]%!"

Qinglan didn't make a sound, and stared out the window.

"Qingqing?" The puppet tilted his head, bright and moving: "What are you thinking?"

"The Qiao family invited me to Area B." Qing Lan's voice was flat.

"Haha, these people must be very grateful to Qingqing. If you hadn't brought them with you, they would have all died. After this competition, statistics show that the survival rate of the human race is 300% higher than that of the previous competition. There are still many It's Qingqing's credit for the high scores of the human race!" The puppet raised its head triumphantly for Qinglan.

Qing Lan remained silent, got up and went out.

The slime on the shoulder of the puppet quietly asked, "Why is Qingqing so unhappy?"

"You don't understand." The puppet sighed and continued to scratch his head: "When a person integrates into a group, that group will bind him and lose part of his freedom."

Qing Lan was riding a free hover car, and many people had been secretly taking pictures of Qing Lan, and some people came forward to ask for Qing Lan's autograph.

Qing Lan tactfully refused, and got off the car half an hour later, and the orcs on the car also got out of the car, silently sending Qing Lan to the gate of Qiao's house.

"Qing Lan!" The old man of the Qiao family led everyone to wait for Qing Lan at the door, seeing Qing Lan coming, he was very affectionate.

Qing Lan nodded politely, shook hands with the old man, and entered Qiao's villa. There was a small garden in front of the villa, and a clump of peonies was in full bloom.

"I'm really sorry I didn't go to see you in person." The old man stroked his beard and said, "If I have the qualifications to enter the Sky Garden, I will definitely visit you in person, but now, I can only wrong you."

The old man took Qinglan into a very secret room and made tea for Qinglan.

Qinglan was silent for a while, then said lightly: "I don't know why you asked me to come here?"

"It's like this." The old man smiled and handed Qinglan a cup of tea: "After we practiced according to your method, I found that I have indeed improved a lot, and even my ancient martial arts realm has also improved, so, I I want to build a practice hall in Area B, and you will be the curator."

Qinglan thought for a moment, then nodded.

"There are more than 700 human beings who have passed the Miao Sikong Competition this time, which is the best in history. I hope that if possible, we can still be so united in the Green Competition." The old man secretly glanced at Qing Lan, only Seeing that Qinglan was still expressionless.

"To tell you the truth." Qing Lan raised her eyes to look at the old man: "I just do my best, if someone disobeys my instructions, there is nothing I can do."

"I will make the boys in my family listen to you!" The old man's eyes lit up when he heard that Qing Lan was willing to help.

"One more thing." The old man said a little embarrassed.

"But it's okay to say." Qing Lan sat upright, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of the tea.

"I have a bold idea." The old man seemed to be emitting light all over his body.

"In the past, the human race accounted for less than [-]% of the Senate, so many bills that are unfriendly to the human race cannot prevent it from being produced." Seven races, enter the Senate."

Qing Lan paused for a moment, but did not speak.

"If you find it difficult, six are fine." The old man looked at Qing Lan cautiously.

"Can you explain it in detail?" Qing Lan's eyes were slightly sincere: "I don't know much about this."

"It's like this. The Senate is changed every ten years. The selection mechanism is to choose from the top ten in the contest. The top ten in the third-class Green contest can be candidates for election, and the top ten in the second-class Mark Seat contest can be candidates for parliamentarians and side seats. .” The old man took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

"Where's the first-class total source competition?" Qing Lan didn't know there was such a mechanism yet.

"The Zongyuan Competition is also called the Battle of the Gods. To put it bluntly, it is the Battle of the Chiefs." The old man stared at Qing Lan: "If you rank in the top nine in points, you can participate."

"Because the qualifications of the same clan can be transferred, the company D. of the machine clan has cultivated a large number of talents to obtain seats. The orc clan has their warriors, the elf clan has their great elves, and our human race has only these three ancient warrior families who are lingering." Helpless sigh.

It was only then that Qinglan understood why the competition was so popular and why the society gave the best resources to the contestants.The struggle for power is not child's play for everyone.

"The Senate has a chief position. The chief has one veto and two votes in favor. There are five side seats. The number of two or three is for balance. Nine auditoriums can speak for the bill, affecting the side seats and the chief. Voting willingness, there are still 21 councilors who can make small decisions and speak for big things." The old man breathed a sigh of relief.

"There are a total of 36 seats with real power, and a total of 37 votes. Let me tell you about the situation in this session."

The old man turned on the optical brain: "The chief is Desting of the machine race, and there are 35 seats left, seventeen machine races, ten beast races, five elves, and three human races."

The old man looked complicated: "For these three human races, the "Special Race Protection Law" was proposed. If there is no "Special Race Protection Law" established by the chief, we may only occupy one seat."

Qinglan silently looked at the heads that had slid across the light brain, and undoubtedly saw Desting and Mo Momo on them.

"There is one last thing." The old man looked at Qing Lan sincerely: "I pray that you don't marry too early."

Qinglan looked at the old man silently.

"The human race needs a leader, whether it is spiritually or in the competition. And if this person marries a small orc patriarch and becomes the wife of the orc patriarch, he indirectly recognizes his female status. If you believe What do you think of this human being who is the spiritual leader?" The old man was full of worry.

Qinglan looked down at the tea in the porcelain cup, it was crystal clear without any impurities.

"The old man also knows that it is better to demolish ten temples than ruin a marriage, but your identity is really..."

"I see." Qing Lan interrupted the old man, with no expression on her face.

"Okay." The old man shut up awkwardly, thought for a while and then said: "Let's build the training hall first, and I will apply for various certificates. I wonder what you think this training hall should be called?"

Qinglan raised her head slowly, her gaze was firm: "Xuanmen."

"Xuanmen..." The old man chewed the name several times in his mouth.

"Xuan Zhe, the ancestor of nature, and the great sect of Wanshu." Qing Lan stood up: "It must be named after this."

"No, no problem." The old man blinked nervously a few times: "You and I add an optical brain, and, can you write a few manuals about cultivation? You will participate in the competition soon, so we can get it." Write books to teach disciples."

"Is she there?" Qing Lan suddenly asked.

"Are you talking about that girl Xiaoyu?" The old man remembered: "She came to me the day before yesterday after the competition ended, and she even gave me a performance of stimulating plants." The old man pointed to a piece of peony outside the villa: "That's what the little girl urged me to do."

Qinglan nodded: "She can assist you."

"I'm thinking about it too." The old man smiled and said, "As soon as the training hall opens, I will invite her to be a teaching assistant."

Qinglan saw the little girl and Nan Bowan sneaking together in a corner drinking coconut juice, and her expression eased.

"Something to do with the optical brain." Qing Lan took two steps, and looked down at the flickering optical brain.

Momomo's video call request.

Qing Lan turned on the light brain, and Mo Momo's nervous face appeared on the light screen.

"Qinglan." Mo Momo looked at the environment around Qinglan, and the old man waved to Mo Momo.

Mo Mo's expression suddenly became natural: "Qing Lan, how are you?"

"Hmm." Qing Lan remained expressionless.

"If you have time, can you come to the beast clan for a certification?" Mo Momo said warmly and generously, "I can go with you."

"What certification?" Qing Lan said lightly.

"It's about the verification of parents..." Mo Momo looked bitter: "Now the entire orc tribe thinks that our leopard tribe has abandoned female babies, and many females have left messages on the star network, saying that they don't want to marry people from our leopard tribe. will abuse female infants."

"How to authenticate." Qing Lan raised her eyes slightly.

"It's like this, just take a little blood on the spot." Mo Momo compared: "It's just a drop of blood."

"Yes." Qing Lan said with a blank expression, "When the time comes, you will all know that I am not a female."