Early the next morning, when the sky was slightly bright, Qin Tiexin took Ming'an out of the house.
Ming'an changed his clothes.
The monk took off his robe and wore an ordinary gray short shirt and a pair of new cloth shoes. He put a small hat on his bald head to cover his head tightly. The bracelet was also put in Storage Bag and placed in his arms.
Standing among the crowd, he looked like an ordinary boy.
He rarely went out, let alone such a big scene. He looked around all the way, his short legs moving very fast. He stepped on a loose stone slab, and his body tilted. Qin Tiexin reached out to pick him up and put him on his shoulders.
Ming'an sat on his senior brother's shoulders, holding his head with both hands and gently grasping his auricles with his fingers. Qin Tiexin didn't say anything and just let him.
Arena Trial is located in the arena area outside the school grounds.
Eight arenas are lined up in a row, each of which is more than five feet long and wide. They are made of special blue-black stone, and the platform is engraved with formation patterns. There are several stone pillars around the arena, and the barrier rises from between the stone pillars, separating the stage from the stage.
Lin Chuan and several others were waiting at the entrance. When they saw Ming'an riding on the shoulders of Qin Tiexin, they laughed first.
"Ming'an, little master is dressed like a different person today. He is very energetic."
Ming'an scratched his head, a little embarrassed, got off Qin Tiexin's shoulders, saluted one by one and said, "Ming'an has met all the donors."
"Hello, little master." Although Xu Ying saw Ming'an for the first time, he fell in love with this little monk at first sight.
Marquis Lin and Madam Lin are also there, followed by Lin Wei.
Lin Wei looks good, but has a bit of an unpleasant look on her face. Because Secret Realm Trial came out one day late, and she did not participate in Skills Trial, she did not enter the 128th place in the total ranking, and could not participate in Arena Trial.
In fact, Lin Wei came here to give it a try and didn't have high hopes. But when it came to this point, he was somewhat unwilling to give in.
"Master Mingjue." Madam Lin took a step forward and touched Ming'an's little hand first, "Leave the child to me, don't worry."
Qin Tiexin He squatted down and looked level with Ming'an.
"Ming'an, there will be a lot of things going on in the arena these days. It just so happens that Madam Lin misses you too. You and Madam Lin go back to Lin Residence to stay for a few days. Senior brother will pick you up after he is done, okay?"
Before he came, he had asked Lin Chuan to tell Madam Lin in advance that he might be busy these days and asked Ming'an to stay in Lin Residence for a few days.
Qin Tiexin already has a vague feeling that someone is probing his whereabouts. Although he has not yet felt a strong murderous intention, Ming'an is still young and he may not be able to take care of it completely. Entrusting it to Lin Residence is a safer way.
Ming'an looked up at him, pursed his lips, and asked after a while, "Brother, how many days will it take?"
"Five or six days at most." Qin Tiexin said, "Lin Residence you are familiar with it, eat well and chant sutras well."
Ming'an nodded, raised his little face, and waved his fist at Qin Tiexin: "Brother, come on! Defeat them!"
Qin Tiexin touched the top of his hat and stood up.
Marquis Lin nodded towards Qin Tiexin and said, "Ming'an is staying at my place, don't worry, master. If you need anything, just ask someone to send you a message."
"Sorry, Lord Marquis." Qin Tiexin said.
After sending Ming'an away, Qin Tiexin and his group followed the crowd into the infield.
The stands were already full of people, and it was completely dark. This was only the inner court, and there were more people standing and watching outside.
The royal stand was in the front row, with a few large chairs empty and only the attendants standing upright.
The major sects occupied several areas on the side, and the disciples wore uniform sect uniforms with different colors. Many monks who had been eliminated before also came, crowding in twos and threes on the standing seats at the back.
Looking further away, Qin Tiexin noticed that there were monks wearing vermilion cassocks on the stage, who should be from the Buddhist sect of the Great Brahma Dynasty watching the battle; there were monks wearing blue and white robes with cloud patterns embroidered on their skirts, most of whom were from the Jade Firmament Dynasty.
A rough calculation showed that there were more than 3,000 people watching the game inside and outside the stadium, several times more than Skills Trial.
Qin Tiexin withdrew his gaze and followed Lin Chuan and others to sit down in the players' rest area.
The rest area is on the west side of the ring, with several rows of benches and a shaded shed above the head. There are attendants serving tea and water, and there are also a few temporary small rooms erected for the players to heal their injuries and regulate their breathing.
The players slowly took their seats, and a tense atmosphere surrounded the crowd.
Everyone who has made it this far is a proud man of heaven. Before the fight even started, there was already a smell of smoke in the crowd, and some people were sitting cross-legged and adjusting their breaths.
Some people were arranging the weapons in their hands, but the blood stains on them had not yet been removed, and there was a faint smell of blood; some people were sitting cross-legged and adjusting their breaths, and the surrounding aura was surging. It seemed that the Cultivation Method who was practicing was not of ordinary origin; Qian Donglai was even more exaggerated. He directly took out a dozen third-level thunder talismans and used them as fans in his hands. The people around him retreated faintly, as if they were afraid that he would accidentally release them here.
Just after midnight, Liu Suifeng suddenly poked Du Heng with his elbow and pointed to the main seat in front of him.
"Look, that's the prince?"
Several people around him looked up at the front seat at the same time. A young man in black robes was walking out of the passage.
The fabric of the robe was of excellent quality, shimmering in the morning light, and there was a picture of stars embroidered on the chest. The stars were densely covered and looked like they were alive.
Behind him followed the prince who had presided over the previous rounds, with a low eyebrow and half a step behind.
Prince, Chen Xiao.
Qin Tiexin looked over and saw that the prince's face was younger than he thought. His facial features were somewhat similar to Chen Chen's, with a higher nose and deeper eyebrows. It was said that this man was already in his fifties, but his appearance was that he was only in his mid-twenties.
He couldn't detect his cultivation level. He could only vaguely feel that the man was covered with a thick layer of fog, making it impossible to see through.
Golden Core upwards, it's hard to say how deep it is.
The prince walked to the stage and looked around the audience.
"Everyone."
His voice was not loud, with a faint magnetism that attracted the people around him to focus on him involuntarily. He didn't use any Law Artifact, but his voice seemed to be right next to his ears, and even the people in the corner of the outfield could hear it clearly.
"Myriad Stars Dynasty Centenary Star Selection has come to the end, Arena Trial. All of you who have made it this far are the pillars of our dynasty."
The audience fell silent.
"Today's arena, you can give it a try. The top ten will be summoned by the Emperor. They can enter the Royal Spirit Vein to practice, or you can enter the Royal Treasure House to choose an item." The prince paused, "There are also mysterious rewards, which are kept secret for the time being. The final ranking is based on all performances, but Arena Trial accounts for the most weight."
There was a low murmur in the stands.
"I hope you will not let this talent down." The prince said the last word, turned around and sat down.
Then the person from the Star Selection Bureau announced the rules.
"One hundred and twenty-eight people participating in Arena Trial will be randomly matched and eliminated in seven rounds to determine the final winner. The eight arenas will be held in batches, with a day's rest after each round. The results of each round of draws will be displayed on the corresponding light screen in the arena."
He emphasized his tone. "The winner will be promoted, the loser will be eliminated, and the fight will end until one party admits defeat or is unable to fight anymore. After admitting defeat, they are not allowed to continue attacking. But--"
He paused and glanced at the whole place.
"The organizer will not be held responsible for casualties caused by mistakes."