Chapter 2286

  Ling Feng listened to this number and couldn't help taking a breath. According to the narrative above, the number of places used for the preliminaries was no more, no less, exactly one hundred.

  Each registration point is five hundred people, that is fifty thousand people. Putting this figure into the total population of one billion in the Tian Dynasty is naturally nothing. But in the preliminaries, that is a huge number.

  Ling Feng nodded in his heart, no wonder the preliminaries took a whole month, and each of the five hundred people in each stronghold was compared. It was not an easy task, not to mention that the entire preliminaries only took the top three.

  This can really be said to be one in a million.

  Ling Feng knew it. The ancient martial artist's hermit sect used this method to promote its own strength among the most peak group of people, so that it can maintain a certain deterrence and maintain a certain degree of mystery. It is really a good strategy with several strokes.

  Ordinary people who can be invited can be said to have stood at the pinnacle of ordinary people. Of course, they can achieve such achievements. Of course, they have their own merits. The ancient martial artist's hermit school can add fresh blood through this method.

  Li Han led the way, what he held in his hand was exactly the form of a table.

  As it approached noon, Li Han returned with a large number of forms, and Ling Feng had a rough look, at least half a person tall.

   "Why so many?"

   "I'm afraid it's not enough, so I printed a thousand copies."

  Ling Feng was a little speechless. In the conversation with Ding Ming just now, Ling Feng did not avoid this group of supernatural beings. Li Han is safe enough to do things, but the amount is too much.

  The preparation work can’t be said to be complicated, but a lot of trivial matters keep Ling Feng and others busy. Of course he can't speak like Ding Ming. He only prepares tables and chairs for three referees, at least he has to prepare tea for them, right? In addition, you need to prepare some pens. Ling Feng doesn't think that each of these people can remember that they need to bring their own writing pens to sign up.

  Fortunately, Li Huaitian still left some apprentices. Although Li Huaitian was nowhere to be seen, most of these apprentices stayed and continued to practice martial arts.

  Ding Ming is not very old, but he can handle things in an orderly manner. Ling Feng admired in his heart that this young man is quite good, and he deserves to be a man of martial art who can experience. At least the disciple of Tenglong Wuguan was slightly inferior in front of him.

  Ling Feng always felt that there was something missing in the martial arts hall, but things were messy and busy now, so Ling Feng could only suppress this idea and continue to prepare everything for the preliminaries.

  By the time Ling Feng was almost ready, the three senior ancient warriors who served as referees had already arrived at the gate of Tenglong Wushu Hall.

  As the host, Ling Feng of course needs to come to the door to greet him.

  The three elders arrived directly at the entrance of the Tenglong Wuguan in a luxurious car, and Ling Feng greeted them with a smiling face.

  These three elders are all very powerful, but their faces are not very good-looking.

  Ling Feng stepped forward quickly and performed a courtesy among the ancient warriors: "Three seniors are here, and the Tenglong Wuguan is shining."

  When the three of them saw Ling Feng, a trace of surprise flashed in their eyes, and their complexions improved a lot at the same time.

   "The troublesome little friend greeted him personally, and Li was a little bit sorry."

Everyone carried the sedan chair, Ling Feng was polite, and his status was not bad. They were both ancient warriors, and they put on a bad face for no reason.

  Ling Feng was overjoyed. It seems that these three people are not difficult to contact. Ling Feng is really afraid of being sent to three strange-tempered referees. Fortunately, Ling Feng's luck is not bad.

  The three elders looked at the spacious open-air martial arts field. Although Ling Feng's preparations were very hasty, there was nothing missing. The three old men nodded in satisfaction.

After the guest and host were seated, Ling Feng re-opened his mouth and said: "It's almost noon now, three seniors, do you need a meal?"

   "No... we already used food when we came. Little friends, we don't need so much mundane etiquette. How can we ancient warriors start to eat and drink like ordinary people, even if we have nothing to do with our business?"

  One of the old men smiled and said jokingly.

   "Hehe, do you know what else the three seniors need to prepare?"

  Ling Feng gave a dry smile, and said indifferently.

   "No more, that's good. I don't know what kind of school the little friend came from, and his strength is quite good."

  The three of them didn't seem to pay much attention to the preliminaries, but their interest in Ling Feng himself was much higher than this preliminaries.

   "The juniors were born in Xuan Dao Sect. Have the three seniors ever heard of it?"

  The three old men looked at each other at a loss, Xuan Dao Sect, what kind of sect is that. The sects of ancient warriors say that there are not too many, and that there are not too many. They dare not say that all sects know it, but most of them have also heard about it.

  But it was the first time they heard of the school Ling Feng said.

  Of course, none of the three elders suspected that Ling Feng's words were false.

   After all, Ling Feng's surging fighting spirit can't be faked, and he must be a young Toshihiko only in the hidden world. As for the exercises practiced by the eight major families, they are all flawed, and the three elders are naturally aware of it.

  Secondly, since the Martial Arts League borrowed this place as the preliminaries, it means that the opponent must be a member of the hermit martial arts. There is no doubt about this.

   "Ahem, long and long leaning."

  One of the old men hit a haha, skipping the embarrassment.

  Ling Feng didn't have the slightest displeasure. To blame, he could only blame the sect's decline for a long time. It is normal for others to be unclear.

   "Three seniors, our school has not participated in the Rookie League for a long time. Look, can I sign up?"

   "That is natural."

  They didn't have the slightest embarrassment about Ling Feng's registration. After all, they still have to stay here for not one or two days.

  Ling Feng took out the pen and paper, and filled it out in a shameless manner.

  The registration form is very simple, with only a few items. Name, affiliation, sect, contact information, these are a few. As for things such as gender, they are not included in this table. It can be seen that there are more ancient warriors than some parts of the actual ones, and they won't do so many appearance projects.

  Ling Feng completed the form, "Is it over?"

   "Hehe, the little friend just needs to remember his number. I will issue you an identity card tomorrow."

  One of the old men picked up a writing brush, and in the blank space of Ling Feng's form, Long Feifengwu had to write a few large characters of Wuxu No. 1 in traditional Chinese characters.

  Ling Feng was able to understand that Wuxu was a counting method of the heavenly stems and earthly branches, which happened to be the 38th.

  After noon, the street where the Tenglong Wuguan is located gradually became lively.

  Two black and thin young men with their upper bodies came to the neighborhood, their dresses were quite strange, their fists were wrapped with some yellow cloth strips, and the same was true on their knees.

   "Brother, it should be here."

   "Yes, Tenglong Wuguan, according to the location we inquired, is on this street. Let's go."

Not long after    walked in, the sign of Tenglong Wuguan was printed in their sights. They looked at people who were about the same age as they were coming and going, their eyes were full of dignity.

"Brother, we received these two invitations, can we really bring our strength closer? Although the martial arts hall here looks good, but..." the younger ones asked the older ones, their eyes Is full of doubts.

"Sanpan, do you have any questions about the master? The master is the king of Muay Thai. Didn't the master before we leave have already said it? The strength of the ancient warrior is not something we can guess at all. If we can = get their favor ,That……"

Brother    hadn't finished speaking, San Pan had his eyes lighted up.

They are the descendants of the King of Muay Thai, and they are rare among their peers. Muay Thai is different from other martial arts. They really put their fists to the fullest because they are not as experienced as their own masters. The fierce energy even surpassed their master.

  There are two apprentices like this, and their masters can be comforted, and they are also respected as the masters of Muay Thai. A great master not only requires one's own strength to be outstanding, but more importantly, the honorable title that can be obtained only by being able to train even more outstanding apprentices.

This time I received the invitation, and the master who was usually in front of Taishan collapsed in front of him was so excited that he drank three large cups one after another. They sent their brothers to the capital of the heavenly dynasty early, and told them to follow the instructions on the invitation. The request, not early or late, go to sign up.

  His experience is so hot, and he knows that some ancient warriors have weird temperaments. They can't go early, and of course they can't go late. Follow the rules in the invitation, that's definitely correct.

  So, just after noon, San Pan and his senior rushed to the gate of Tenglong Wuguan.

  Tenglong Martial Arts Hall is already crowded at this time. Everyone who enters and exits is a young man. These people have one characteristic in common, that is, the whole body is surging with evil spirits.

  Chan Pan looked carefully for a while, then his face was quite solemn and said, "Brother, these people are so strong."

  Senior brother nodded: "Yes, no wonder the master said that if we can participate in this ancient warrior invitation competition, even if we are not favored by the ancient warrior, our strength can be improved."

   San Pan eagerly said: "The master once lost, and our strength is about the same as that of the master. Maybe we can really get the top two."

The brother was startled, and then laughed: "The brother is right, but I don't know what format will be chosen for the game this time. I hope it will be the same as the master's match, one-on-one, so that we can play our best advantage. "

   "It doesn't matter if teamfights, brother, if we join forces, who is our opponent?"

  Pan proudly said, really new born calves are not afraid of tigers.

Brother    also lost the spirit of his family, just nodded, "Let’s go in and sign up."

The two senior brothers walked into the Tenglong Martial Arts Hall with their heads high, and saw those people who were about the same strength as their own, standing in line, receiving forms, one by one, either squatting on the ground or lying down. Fill in something where you can write attentively.

  In the end, the preparation work was too hasty, and Ling Feng didn't even consider that it would be inconvenient for them to write. Fortunately, there are only a few items on the table, so it doesn't take much time.

  Senior brother Panpan watched it, and the person who filled it out quickly went to the other side to pay the form. The whole process was well-organized.

The two people patted the team honestly, and soon received their exclusive form. The young man sitting behind the table knocked on the table and said formulaically to them: "Fill out the form and go to another place. Hand in the form, it is the match time tomorrow afternoon."

  Chan took the form, opened his mouth, and wanted to ask something. The young man already said impatiently: “If you don’t read, you will be disqualified from the competition. There is a pen next to it. If you need it, you can get it yourself.”

  I can’t read, what a joke.

  Poor, civilized, rich and military, not just for fun. These people whose personal strength is the pinnacle of ordinary people, although they dare not say that they are rich in learning five cars, they still know the words one by one.

  At the moment, San Pan felt that he was underestimated by this young man, so he wanted to say something. His brother pulled the corner of his clothes cleverly, and it was obviously not a wise move to make trouble here.

At this time, San Pan remembered that his master solemnly urged the ancient warriors not to be upset, otherwise they would be killed on the spot, and they could only endure it. Although their master was the king of Muay Thai, he had no ability to give them. revenge.

  Two people took the pen and started to fill in like the others.

  "Fortunately, the master specially asked someone to teach us the Chinese language, otherwise it would be difficult to complete the form."

   Sanpan looked at the crookedly filled out form, and said with satisfaction.

The script of   The Heavenly Dynasty is known as the most complicated script in the world. At first, Sanpan didn't want to learn, but was forced to learn by his master using strong methods. Probably the old man had already thought of this.

Brother    shook his head, "Let’s go, let’s hand in the form, hoping to get a good number."

  The two people lined up again to submit the form. I have to say that although the number of people seems to be large, the speed is quite fast, and soon it was their brother's turn.

After handing in the form, the martial arts disciple in a short shirt on the opposite side wrote the number, tore off the stub, put the original in a sealed box, and said to both of them: "Remember your number, can you make a mistake? ."

   cautiously put away the palm-sized piece of paper, which was writing the code of the zodiac, the two brothers nodded.

  It seems that this person has a good attitude. The senior brother boldly asked: "I don't know what format will be used in this competition?"

   "Well, I don't know. You will know when you come by tomorrow afternoon."

  The martial arts disciple was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said.

  This question really hasn't been explained, so he naturally doesn't know.

The registration of the two brothers is just a small microcosm among hundreds of people.

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