Five days later, the entry list for the Zhao Clan Martial Hall was officially decided.
Among the disciples in the inner courtyard, a total of seven people under the age of twenty with a cultivation level of An Jin have all signed up. As for those below An Jin, they know that their cultivation is not good enough and they may lose the reputation of the martial arts school, so they have given up.
Qin Xuan, Jiang Fa, Xu Feng, Li Chen, Zhang He, plus two new disciples who entered the inner courtyard, one is Zhou Qing, Early An Jin, and the other is Han Kai, Early An Jin. All seven of them are An Jin.
Xu Feng originally had not reached the level of An Jin, but whether this guy was stimulated or enlightened, three days before signing up, he actually made a breakthrough.
From Peak Ming Jin to An Jin, he was stuck for nearly two or three months. Suddenly, he had an epiphany overnight and crossed the threshold.
On the day of the breakthrough, Xu Feng was so excited that he almost unpacked Zhao Chuan's clothes. He dragged Zhao Chuan to drink until midnight. The next day, he went to the martial arts field with two swollen eyes.
When meeting people, he would say, "I'm a An Jin too." His face was like a villain's triumph, which made several inner courtyard disciples who were still struggling Peak Ming Jin gnash their teeth in anger.
Jiang Fa Not surprising.
Xu Feng has a good foundation. I have been working at Weiyuan Escort Agency for almost a year, and I have seen some big and small battles. Once I was stimulated, breakthroughs were natural.
On the first day of March, registration will be set up in front of the county government office.
At dawn that day, there was already a sea of people in front of the county government office.
The registration office is located in the open space east of the main entrance of the county government office. There are five long tables arranged in a row. Behind each table are a clerk and a government servant. There is a long queue in front of the table, which winds around half a street.
Jiang Fa When he arrived with everyone in the martial arts gym, the team had already reached the street entrance.
"So many people?" Xu Feng stretched his neck and looked forward, exclaiming. "When will this line up?"
"Don't worry, registration lasts for three days. Today is the first day, so there will naturally be more people." Wang Shi said calmly. Today, he was ordered by Zhao Zhong to lead a team and lead a group of juniors to register.
"Elder brother, do you think that's someone from the Iron Fist Gym?" Xu Feng pointed at a group of people not far ahead and asked in a low voice.
Jiang Fa looked in the direction he pointed.
The people in that team were all tall and round-waisted, and they were all wearing brown uniforms.
The young man in the lead, with a face as black as coal and a pair of huge fists, was striding towards the registration office with his brothers.
"That's Luo Zhen from the Iron Fist Martial Arts School." Wang Shi recognized the other person's identity and introduced in a low voice, "Late Dark Force is a cultivator. This person's boxing skills are extremely fierce. If you meet him on stage, please do not confront him head-on."
Everyone secretly wrote it down.
The team moved forward slowly, and Jiang Fa stood in the team, looking around boredly.
There are all kinds of people.
There are martial arts disciples wearing uniform uniforms, there are Jianghu Rogue Person who are carrying weapons, there are young masters from aristocratic families in rich clothes, and there are even a few weirdos with their faces covered and only one pair of eyes exposed.
The most eye-catching is a team of women.
There were about seven or eight women in the team, all of them slim and slim, with outstanding looks. They were dressed in emerald-green gauze outfits, with daggers hanging from their waists, and their steps were light. They were like a beautiful scenery when they walked on the street.
Almost all passers-by's eyes were attracted to them.
"Flying Swallow Martial Hall." Zhao Chuan said in a low voice, "The leader is Gu Qingyan, Late Dark Force cultivation level, it is said that Qinggong and body skills are extremely good. Last year, she chased a flower picking thief in the east of the city. The thief's Qinggong was not weak. She chased him for three streets and captured him alive."
Jiang Fa glanced at Gu Qingyan one more time.
The woman was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a pair of extremely beautiful phoenix eyes, but there was a bit of coldness and arrogance between her eyebrows, and she did not squint, turning a blind eye to the gazes of the men around her.
"Tsk, she looks good, but it's a bit cold."
Xu Feng smacked his lips.
"No matter how cold it is, it won't be your turn."
Li Chen rolled his eyes at him.
A few people were talking and laughing when it was finally their turn in the queue.
The clerk checked the identity document issued by the martial arts school, and checked the age and appearance one by one. After confirming that it was correct, he asked everyone to fill in a registration form, take fingerprints, and finally issued a bronze number plate.
Jiang Fa's number plate is No. 47.
This is only the first day, and the number of applicants has already exceeded half a hundred.
By the deadline for registration, breaking through 100 will probably not be a problem.
After the registration is completed, the contestants' information will be compiled by the county government, copied into a book, and posted on the notice wall outside the county government.
As soon as the news came out, the entire Qingshan County was shocked.
Major martial arts schools, Lineage, and gangs all sent people to copy the rosters and study their opponents.
The name Jiang Fa is also among them.
Blood Wolf Gang Headquarters.
Ding Wanshan held in his hand a roster that had just been copied from the county government, and his eyes swept back and forth among the densely packed names.
"Zhao Clan Martial Hall...Jiang Fa..."
When he read the name, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"That kid really signed up."
Chai Wenyuan beside him nodded. "Our people saw with their own eyes the number plate he received."
Ding Wanshan slammed the roster on the table and said coldly, "I was worried that I wouldn't find a chance to get him, but luckily he came to my door by himself."
"Gang leader, this guy is nominally a disciple of the Zhao Clan Martial Hall, and he is worshiped by Lin Lineage. Masters Zhao Zhong and Lin Lineage will definitely be present during the ring. If we do something secretly, I'm afraid..."
"Who said we should do it in the audience?" Ding Wanshan interrupted him, with a sinister curve on his lips, "It is normal for something unexpected to happen in the ring."
Chai Wenyuan was startled. "The gang leader means..."
Ding Wanshan did not answer immediately, but turned his head and looked to the other side of the hall.
"Go and call Lang Jiu back."
Chai Wenyuan's expression changed slightly. "But Langjiu is now at Qingyang Prefecture..."
"It doesn't matter if he doesn't practice for a few days. Why have I raised him for so many years? It's time for him to contribute."
A trace of gloom flashed in Ding Wanshan's eyes. "If he hadn't happened to be nineteen this year, I wouldn't have been able to remember this. I wrote a letter and asked him to come back quickly, saying that we had something important to discuss."
Chai Wenyuan understood immediately.
The gang leader wanted to take advantage of the Qingshan Martial Arts Association to kill Jiang Fa openly and openly in the ring.
"But Gang Leader, although the martial arts competition is about life and death on the stage, if someone really loses his life on the stage, how can Zhao Clan Martial Hall Zhao Zhong give up?"
"Heh."
Ding Wanshan sneered, "On the ring, fists and feet have no eyes. An Jin Warriors fight, if they are not careful, they will die or be disabled. If Jiang Fa himself is not good at learning, he dies on the stage, Zhao Zhong, what can he do? In front of all the warriors in the county, can Zhao Zhong ignore the rules and openly attack Lang Jiu? What's more, Lang Jiu is still that man's disciple..."
He stood up, walked to the window with his hands behind his hands, and looked in the direction of the school grounds in the east of the city.
"This Qingshan Martial Arts Association is a stage where various forces fight overtly and covertly. How many people have died in the arena?"
Chai Wenyuan was silent for a moment and nodded heavily. "What the gang leader said is absolutely true. I will make arrangements right away..."
Ding Wanshan hummed and emphasized. "Let him come back before the martial arts meeting begins."
"When the time comes, I will let that boy know what will happen if he offends our Blood Wolf Gang."
Chai Wenyuan clasped his fists in response, turned around and left the hall.
Ding Wanshan stood alone in front of the window, with a sinister look in his eyes and a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.