I broke my sleeves with the son

Jiang Luoqing and Fiji walked to the east line, and when they came out, they met other people. Scattered people came out and met on the road, most of them walked together silently.

There are also young people talking and laughing, but this is a minority.

Like a stream merging into the sea, wave after wave of people poured into the competition platform. The competition platform is composed of three squares and the terrain is raised.

The final stone platform, also known as the martial arts platform, can be said to be very large. Around the stone platform are stone steps built around the stone platform.

When the spectators and contestants sat down together, there were still some seats left.

There was a very huge drum in front of the main hall, and when there were many people around, the sound would inevitably become noisy.

Jiang Luoqing and Fiji didn't talk much, they sat side by side, waiting for the time to come.

At noon, the voices of the surrounding conversations gradually decreased, and many people were watching the competition stage from the corner of their eyes.

At this moment, a white figure came across the sky, fluttering in shape, disappeared in a blink of an eye, and landed silently on the huge red drum erected in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, there were three continuous and heart-stirring sounds of giant drums.

The voices of the surrounding people stopped immediately, and they all looked towards the place where the voice was coming from, only to see the old man whose name was recorded that day standing on the drum carelessly.

There was no one around, and those two burly men just walked in from the entrance of the courtyard at this moment, and the drummer could only be the old man, and seeing the old man's appearance of struggling to even raise his hand, he probably was Beat the drum with internal force.

This internal force beats the drum, and the sound is so long and shocking, the internal force is simply unfathomable.

Jiang Luoqing sat upright, looking at the old man standing on the drum with bright eyes, he saw that the old man looked like he was not awake, lifted his foot, and landed lightly in the center of the spacious martial arts platform.

He stood there squinting his eyes, and Jiang Luoqing whispered to Fiji excitedly: "Brother, which one is better between your footwork and this old man's footwork?"

"There is no comparison." Fiji looked at Jiang Luoqing and smiled lightly: "First of all, internal strength is not at the same level. From this point of view, everything else is incomparable."

"Well, I see." Jiang Luoqing looked at the competition stage.

I saw that the old man seemed to be dozing off, and now he raised his head, his lips moved slightly, and he had no internal strength to push away what he said, enough for everyone to hear clearly.

This is a person who doesn't even bother to amplify his voice.

"First of all, I would like to extend my welcome to all martial arts practitioners who are here."

"Secondly, I won't say much about the redundant old man. I believe you should know what you are here for. I only want to reiterate two points here."

"First, this time the Famous Immortal Meeting will be presided over by the senior disciple with the most advanced medical skills under the medical immortal, and he also prepared the elixirs. Speaking of what you are all concerned about, this senior disciple, according to the medical practitioner, has already I have been designated as the next medical immortal, so you don't need to care about other things, just work hard to win."

As soon as the old man said this, there was a burst of laughter.

He was unmoved, as if he didn't know how much he said. He just continued: "Second, old man, I am too old to see blood. Unless it is necessary, I must not kill anyone, otherwise I have to come Old man, I have used two tricks."

When he said this, he paused, and continued: "In short, don't kill people maliciously, and you can play with others as you like."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked down the stone platform slowly, but just two steps down, before his figure disappeared, someone said loudly: "The person who is hosting this time, why doesn't the big disciple of the Immortal Medicine come out to host it himself? Didn't he hold the Second Immortal Meeting?"

These words did not use internal force to spread, but the voice was quite loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

Jiang Luoqing looked over in search of sound, and saw a haughty woman in soft armor with a dagger in her hand standing up and looking at the old man's back.

The old man took a look back and said, "Didn't you guys forget the rules of the Immortal Association?" His eyes swept over the excited young people one by one, and he suddenly smiled and said, "Who is this person?" You can see him, you can only see him when you go to the end."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to be in a good mood, humming an out-of-tune country song and went down the steps.

According to the rules of the Immortal Association, only when the 50 winners start to compete can they see the people in the Valley of Medicine.

The girl who asked the question was faintly mocked by the old man, and there was no embarrassment on her haughty face. She glanced around, showing a look of certainty, and sat down without saying anything.

Jiang Luoqing looked away at the competition platform, and saw two burly men standing on it, each holding a booklet in his hand, and one of them was holding an incense burner.

One of them opened the booklet and called the names of the two. A weak and pale girl with an umbrella stood up and walked down the steps, while the other was a thin middle-aged man dressed as a scholar, holding a wooden ruler. , a little under his feet, volleyed and landed on the competition platform.

The pale-faced girl walked for a while before she entered the competition arena. The two big men didn't make any expressions on the two people who looked so different, but said in a calm voice: "Limit the time for a stick of incense, and knock the opponent out of the competition arena." , or if the opponent admits defeat, it is considered a victory."

After speaking, both of them nodded to show that they understood, so they withdrew from the stone stage, took out a stick of incense and lit it, stood quietly under the stage, and looked at the people on the stage without concern for themselves.

Jiang Luoqing looked at the two people with great contrast in the audience, and he said to Fiji: "Brother, who do you think can win?"

Fiji said without hesitation, "That scholar."

Jiang Luoqing was a little surprised that he was so sure, he said: "That's not necessarily true, I think the girl with the umbrella must have something to hide."

Fiji didn't refute him, just smiled and said softly, "Don't you know it just by looking at it?"

As soon as the voice fell, the two people on the stage were already fighting.Jiang Luoqing's guess was right. Although the girl looked weak, the umbrella in her hand was fierce and fierce. Where the tip of the umbrella brushed, there was a drop of blood.

But that's all. The middle-aged man's internal strength is obviously very good. Except for being caught off guard at the beginning, he used his light work to dodge, found the right time and went down with a wooden ruler. The girl's wrist was hit on the key point, and the wooden umbrella Letting go, the whole person becomes a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The middle-aged man also had sense of proportion, he didn't directly kick him out of the arena, but held the girl by the collar, and put her safely outside the arena.

Jiang Luoqing noticed that as soon as the girl was put down, several young people crowded over to greet her. Their clothes were almost the same, and they could be seen from the same place.

When Fiji saw him looking over there, he said, "They probably came from some sect to practice. There are invitation cards. It doesn't matter if there are too many people. Just write all the names on the invitation cards. That is to give these brats a long memory. .”