Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 193

Three days later, the world of "China First".

Canton City.

In the suburbs, a pavilion in the dead of night.

In the darkness, figures were scattered here and there, each with some vigilance, separated by at least one meter.

Xia Yan wore a black cloak, and with the help of the hood, his face was well concealed. If he really didn't want to be exposed, according to Yan Xian, he could put on a mask and be a cold masked man, the type who doesn't talk too much.

After he arrived at the scene, he found that [-]% of the people present were dressed similarly to him, with their heads wrapped and hands wrapped, so that no inch of skin was exposed.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

In the wilderness, the sound of the night wind whistling and whistling is especially real.

As a participant in the "Imperial Examination" in the Bright Realm, Xia Yan secretly compared and clicked his tongue.

Sure enough, the "ring" of the dark world.

The appearance of the contestants at the beginning was all dark and cold.

"Da da da--"

Soon, a sound of horseshoes broke the dead silence.

"Is everyone here?" It was a female voice. The steward who was in charge of counting the number hurriedly trotted to the horse, clasped fists at the woman in the black robe on the horse's back, and said, "There are still seven people who have not arrived yet."

"There's no need to wait."

The woman waved her hand, her style was capable, Xia Yan and the waiting people could feel her cold gaze from under her hood.

So, the woman rode in front, and the stewards and the miscellaneous soldiers from the dark cooking world escorted the contestants of this year's ring, walking on both sides of them. A powerful dock goes away.

Wubao can be understood as a Chinese castle.

Looking from a distance, Wubao located at the foot of the mountain has a square shape, but actually standing under the gate tower of Wubao, Xia Yan couldn't help stretching out his hand to gesture. The "city wall" in front of him was seven or eight meters high. .

There are regular holes in the wall, which are arrow holes.

If it weren't for the fact that there are houses scattered scattered around Wubao, which looks like a clean small village, Xia Yan really doubts that this Wubao is really a private land for a powerful man with the ability to protect himself in troubled times.

The buildings inside are dense and the light is not enough.

Everyone was in a straight line, and as they walked, another doorway appeared in front of them, and another castle within a castle lay across the field of vision.

"Boom-"

The heavy door was closed behind everyone, and the Dark Realm minions who had been hiding behind the door had also put down the crossbar and locked it to death. Then they stood with their hands behind their backs under the dim light of the lantern, with a solemn expression, motionless, like a terracotta warrior.

The woman on horseback who led the way abandoned her horse and thumped up a narrow staircase.

Xia Yan looked at her back, feeling vaguely familiar.

It is better to say it is a building within a building than a castle within a castle.

The structure is similar to a tulou, and the square patio area is completely empty, and you can see the starry sky full of stars when you look up.

In the three-story building on all sides, lanterns were hung one after another. The spectators seemed to be impatient. Seeing that the contestants finally arrived, they crowded to the railing and pointed at the patio below.

"It doesn't look like it's doing well this year."

"Just this person?"

"About 100 people, 10 people make a group, exactly 10 groups, if only one person is selected for each group, it will soon be a fierce duel between ten qualified people!"

These spectators are male and female, old and young, but it would be a big mistake to treat them as ordinary passers-by.

Xia Yan swept his eyes and found a few familiar faces near the railing on the second floor closest to him.

'Dumpling Brothers'?
The figure of one tall and one thin has attracted much attention in the Paradise Forum a while ago. There are screenshots of characters from various angles. Although Xia Yan did not personally participate in the Guangzhou Spring Festival Dumpling Conference, he can still remember the faces of important characters from these screenshots .

Hey, there's another elder from the Guangzhou Kitchen Association?
Almost meeting his gaze, Xia Yan quickly lowered his hood.

The reason why he knew this elder was because he settled in Elder Guan's mansion. As the head of the Kitchen Association, Elder Guan often entertained these colleagues who came to visit. Xia Yan always met when he went in and out of the mansion.

"Compared to the official assessment of the Bright Realm, this 'ring' in the Dark Realm, why does it feel like a martial arts competition." Xia Yan secretly complained.

It's not that this elder is a [-]-year-old or something, and there is a high probability that he was invited to participate in the grand event.

Xia Yan carefully observed the people around him.

Apart from him, the other "players" obviously also noticed that they were not as calm as they were on the road, and some people even whispered, and then fell into a state of suspicious muttering.

"Why are there so many time-honored owners in Guangzhou?"

"Hey, isn't that Boss Han from the 'Dongjiang Restaurant'? I heard that his son Han Wu was eliminated in the 'Imperial Examination'. He suddenly disappeared in the past few days. Could it be..."

Hearing someone talking like this, Xia Yan subconsciously set his eyes on a tall figure in a black robe.

This person, in the crowd of "players", is like an iron tower, with an eye-catching figure.

And the fierce man who received people's attention let out a hum, as if he didn't bother to explain anything, but there was also a sense of acquiescence.

"Fuck, it's not the same group of people, is it?"

The corner of Xia Yan's mouth twitched, "I hope there will be some ruthless characters, otherwise the 'bomb card' I prepared will be meaningless."

The voice fell.

On the shoulder, someone patted him lightly.

"Mr. Yan, please go over and talk about it." A member of the Dark Realm said politely. He and the surrounding guards were all dressed in the same leather armor, cloak, and waist knife.

Hearing that it was Mr. Yan, Xia Yan had no doubts. He nodded and followed the soldier up the stairs.

The figure of him standing out from the crowd and breaking away from the crowd of "competitors" naturally attracted a lot of attention.

At first, it sparked a surprising discussion.

However, when Xiao Bing led Xia Yan across the second floor and straight up to the third floor, and the guards between the second and third floors quickly gave way to the passage, these voices suddenly disappeared.

"disciple!"

"Which Uranus is it?!"

third floor.

Compared with the overcrowded grandstand on the second floor, the situation on this floor is like an inn lobby where business is bleak. Even if there are people sitting at each table, it is a lonely one. There are no groups of three or four gathered together to drink and eat Tea scene.

Therefore, it is obvious that the "spectators" on this floor are the real people in the dark cooking world.

Xia Yan walked to an elegant seat separated by a bamboo curtain, and saw his old acquaintance, the prodigal son, Yan Xian, smiling, without shoes on, sitting cross-legged on the couch, propping his elbows on a low tea table with Copper aromatherapy burner emits curling smoke.

Dressed in loose clothes and with a bohemian smile on his face, Xia Yan couldn't help being in a daze for a moment, thinking that there was some drug-addicted celebrity from the Wei and Jin Dynasties sitting on the couch.

"Coming?" Yan Xian continued to rest his hand on his cheek, raised his other hand, and waved it casually.

"sit--"

Seeing Xia Yan looking at him with a weird face, Yan first patted the wooden couch under his buttocks, then pointed to the empty seat next to the coffee table, and explained:

"You are different. You don't have to participate in rounds of selection, so you can sit leisurely for a long time."

Just as Xia Yan was about to take off his shoes and sat down on it, beside the bamboo curtain, in the private seat next door, there was a vague and burly figure that moved suddenly, and a majestic and deep voice came:
"Directly entering the final ring, this is the privilege of the 'Five Tiger Stars' disciples and recommended candidates."

(End of this chapter)