Great Slaughter System

Outside of Lincheng, among the forests, the trees are shaded and the mountains are beautiful.

At this time there is a huge martial arts platform, surrounded by a small scale martial arts, into a lotus shape.

The huge scale in the middle is used for decisive battles, and the surrounding martial arts are used in the knockout round. Shen’s attention to this contest is also very important, because this is the first time that Shen’s identity was organized as a host. A grand event.

Shen was unnamed wearing a green robe, his hair combed meticulously, sitting on a high platform with a serious look.

As the people from all the forces participating in the martial arts conference arrived, Shen Wuming also slowly stood up and greeted him.

"Haha, Shen Jiazhu, I haven't seen it for a few years, but the more radiant." One of the elders of Tian Luozong, seeing Shen Wuming, complimented.

Shen Wuming’s polite way: “Oh, Zhang’s elders don’t lose the same year.”

In the past five years, Shen Wuming has had a lot of communication with those who are super-powerful. After all, Shen Lang retreats, big things and small feelings need to be unnamed, and with some giant figures, there is no less discussion.

With the arrival of Tian Luozong, some of the forces participating in the martial arts conference have also come here one after another.

Shen Wuming took the sun and greeted the guests, Shen was unnamed responsible for the reception, and Shen Teng was responsible for arranging the seats of those people.

In the past few years, although Shen has been developing rapidly, there are still too few people who can be independent. Most of them are younger generations and have not yet grown up.

The three-door man also took his disciple and came here from Lincheng.

Looking at the site of the martial arts conference built by Shen, they sighed and Shen was really strong.

This venue, without sufficient manpower and material resources, could not be built in a short period of time. Tianji Pavilion was only half a year ago, and the Shen family was informed. People thought that Shen Jiahui would arrange the venue in Lincheng, using ready-made The venue, but did not expect that, in half a year, Shen Jia actually built a venue here.

The forces are gathered, people are crowded, and there are some seats in each area. The level of the seats is distributed according to the strength of the forces.

The right position is the position of Shen Jia and those who are super-powerful, while the other sub-levels are those with weaker ranks.

As time went by, the forces that came to participate in the martial arts conference basically came together, and the rest were just some scattered repairs, and they were still coming in an endless stream.

...

"Boom!!!"

A sizzle, declared the Wulin Conference, officially began.

Hey! ! !

A figure appeared on the platform.

Tianjizi swept a circle and said seriously, "This martial arts conference is divided into knockout and finals."

"The knockout, the top 20 and the top 20 people do not need to participate, can participate in the final."

"The knockout is a lottery system. I will randomly draw lots. The two contestants who are drawn can play in the surrounding contests. The winners advance and the losers are eliminated. There are only one hundred places in the final. I hope everyone can come up with real. The strength, otherwise it was eliminated, regret it."

With the beginning of the game, Shen Wuming and others began to concentrate on the game, and some of the martial artists who came to watch the battle or participated in the game, also commented on the battle platform.

One day, it soon passed, and it was already night. The entire venue was lit by the torch, just like a white, without affecting the progress of the game.

The knockout will not rest, until the game is finished, there will be a rest time in the final.

This martial arts conference is no less than the scale of Shen Lang. It is still too long, but it is not as intense as Shen Lang. After all, although there are many geniuses, such as Zhao Jiuzhou, Changle Tian, ​​Lei Ming and other peerless geniuses. It’s still too little, and it’s quite a few famous ones, but there’s no such thing as Shenlang’s people, so enchanting.

Hey! ! !

A young warrior with a long sword in his hand flashed a chill of light, and then he saw that his opponent was shot down by a sword.

"Hey! This little guy is good. Although the sword is still not fully understood, I have already realized some of the swords. If I give him time, I am afraid that there will be a kendo powerhouse in the real world."

Sitting in the Shen Tiandao door elders next to Shen Wuming, I saw the young warrior on the counter, and commented.

Shen nodded and nodded. "Well, this boy, the Kendo talent is really not weak. If there is a famous teacher, you may not be a strong person in the future."

Shen Wuming, they are all strong, the weakest is also in the realm of the hole, are the eyes of the sinister generation, a person has no qualifications, they can see it at a glance.

Only the leader of the Jianzong of the Jianzong saw the young boy, and his eyes flashed a glimmer of light. This kind of kendo genius is the favorite of their kendo sects. At the beginning, Mo Cangzhen was not the one they received outside.

Now, during the period of competition, only the people of Jianzong did not go up to collect the disciples now, but waited for the end of the martial arts conference. When asked about the opinions of the teenager, they could just take advantage of this time and observe the boy’s potential.

Although the Shen family is big, but the original power of the 21st and other forces, the reputation on the Zhenwu continent is still not weak, just a little weaker than the Shen family, they are still a hegemon, is the existence of ordinary people need to look up.

After the boy shot down the warrior, he did not step down. Instead, he took the sword and turned to look at the place where Shen Wuming and others were in the eyes. Under the eyes of everyone, the boy suddenly clenched his fist: "The little leaf dragon, this time came Participate in the martial arts conference here, just want to worship the Chujiang King of the land, and ask the Shen family to agree."

"Hey!"

The leaf dragon's words are exported to ~www.wuxiahere.com~, which attracts countless people's eyes. This kid is really kind. He wants to worship the Chujiang King. The Chujiang King is a sword **** known as the Zhenwu continent. In one way, it is definitely a master-level figure, and few people can match it.

Shen Wuming did not agree, and did not refuse, but slowly said, "You will play first. As for Chu Jiangwang will not accept you, it will look at your performance. The people in the local government said that it is not counted. I feel in my own mood, if they really have the intention of collecting people, maybe you have a good performance this time, there is a chance."

The leaf dragon nodded and looked calm. There was no disappointment, but the foot moved and flew down to the martial arts.

"This son, his mind is very strong. Seeing his performance, he should not give up until he is not satisfied. It is really a Kendo genius. If there is no extremely powerful mind, I am afraid it is difficult to cultivate to the present level." Elders of the Taoist Gate Zhang Chuji, seeing the performance of the leaf dragon, can not help but praise.

Shen Wuming did not say anything, the land of the government, Shen Wuming never ignored, and as he said, he can not control, the leaves of the dragon worshiper Chu Jiangwang, the people of this place, can certainly get the news, as to whether the leaves will be collected Dragon, I don't know.