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"He's right. I also went to watch the Taiping Sect's selection of disciples two days ago. When the courage test was held in the second level, such a huge earth dragon was released." Someone stood up and waved his arms. Gestures.

"Yes, I went to see it too. The earth dragon must have been growing for decades. It has several feet of hair, and its skin is extremely hard. One of the contestants tried to chop it with a knife, and the knife curled up. The earth dragon is still intact. The teeth are also very hard, and the mouth is huge. It bites the man's body and immediately starts to roll and bite. The man immediately ran out of breath." Another person spoke vividly, which made him It’s like being present at the scene.

Ji Yutang heard this description and knew that the earth dragon they called crocodile in later generations was indeed extremely ferocious and difficult to deal with.

Xie Huaichu frowned: "The Taiping Sect is too audacious. They even raise earth dragons and use them to kill people. Isn't anyone going to take care of it?"

Someone heard Xie Huaichu's question and answered him: "This young master doesn't know something. Everyone who participated in the competition signed a document indicating that they participated voluntarily. If anything happens, they are responsible for themselves and have nothing to do with the Taiping Religion. As for that place It is said that a wealthy businessman spent a lot of money to buy dragons and offer them to the Taiping Sect. Some of the dignitaries also raised dragons and tigers, so no one cares about the Taiping Sect because they can afford to raise them."

Xie Huaichu thanked him, and his heart felt cold. Beasts like the earth dragon were not something that could be purchased casually, and it was such a big earth dragon. As far as he knew, there were several princes who liked raising these things, and there were even rumors that they fed the common people to earth dragons. Perhaps the origin of the Earth Dragon in the Taiping Religion is related to several princes.

Ji Yutang knocked on the table lightly, pulling Xie Huaichu out of his thoughts and whispered to him: "The atmosphere is getting lively. We can take the opportunity to follow the group and watch them participate in the competition."

Xie Huaichu nodded, Ji Yutang was right, this was an opportunity. Since that group of people dared to say these words in a big way and did not hide them, it shows that they are extremely confident. By following them, you can watch how they win unexpectedly, and you can also accumulate experience, but you just don't know if you can squeeze into those five places.

Xie Huaichu expressed his concerns, but Ji Yutang rolled his eyes: "I don't think they can get a single spot."

"Huh? Why do you say that?" Xie Huaichu was confused.

Ji Yutang made a silent gesture: "We'll talk later."

The atmosphere in the teahouse has reached its peak. Almost everyone gathered around Uncle Liu's table. Even the waiter who was cleaning the table leaned over with his ears raised.

Seeing that everyone was surrounding him, the guests at the table were not disgusted or repelled. Instead, they were happy to listen and even talked with others. Ji Yutang and Xie Huaichu approached the table of guests together. Through their conversations with other people, Ji Yutang knew their names.

Uncle Liu is sitting in the main seat, and on his left is a short young gentleman named Liansheng. Looking at the age of only thirteen or fourteen years old, his face was very white, but his eyes were gray and lifeless. Ji Yutang noticed that he was groping for tea, and he couldn't see it.

On the right is a tall and thin man, about twenty-seven or eight, who looks like Guanyin, has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and has a somewhat male-female appearance. When he smiles, he reveals a small tiger tooth. Ji Yutang heard Uncle Liu calling him Yulang and was surprised why it was such a formal name.

Then there were Baldy Li and Song Tieniu, who didn't like each other. Their eyes looked at each other with sparks.

The six of them were not dressed as rich and powerful, but looked like ordinary people, but they were all confident about passing the competition, and the smiles on their faces were very firm and stretched.

Even the invisible young man is like this.

Ji Yutang found it very strange and guessed that they were not ordinary people and were probably pretending. Moreover, she was very interested in the invisible young man and wanted to see what he could do to pass the competition.

Another gust of wind blew by, completely blowing away the dark clouds and saving the sun's rays from the clouds.

Everyone looked outside, the sun was shining on the earth, casting a layer of golden light on the wet ground, and they looked at the surroundings being warm.

"The rain has stopped, let's go." Uncle Liu said, and Yulang quickly supported him and walked out.

Several interested guests followed, and Ji Yutang and Xie Huaichu were among them. They didn't talk much, but their darker skin color made others look at them more.

In the south of the city, Taiping Temple.

Many people have gathered here to watch the Taiping Temple. In front of the temple is a wide piece of land, which is enclosed to form a paddock. People stand chest-high outside the paddock and look inside.

There are two shelves in the paddock, filled with swords, guns, swords, halberds and other weapons. Next to it is a rosewood table with a stack of documents. There is another person who is responsible for signing documents with the contestants. He stands aside with his hands folded, facing There was no expression on his face.

Ji Yutang and Xie Huaichu arrived just in time to see the first competitor of the day. You can tell at a glance that he is a martial artist, with a rosy face, a strong figure, and a steady and powerful pace.

Someone recognized him as the owner of a martial arts gym in the south of the city and was cheered on by him.

"I'm here to break through the barrier. I wonder which protector in the sect is coming to challenge me?" The master of the martial arts hall clasped his fists and saluted, showing an awe-inspiring and upright attitude.

Mr. Clerk raised his eyelids, lightly picked up a piece of paperwork and handed it to him: "First press your fingerprints and then talk. Let me explain in advance that the competition is voluntary, life and death are determined by both parties, and you are responsible."

The owner didn't hesitate at all. He took the document and pressed his fingerprint.

But the clerk suddenly blocked him with his hand and said in an erratic voice: "You still have a chance to regret it now, have you really thought about it? I remember you have a five-year-old son at home."

The owner was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he knew about his family's situation, but he quickly put this doubt behind him. He nodded firmly: "Think about it."

After that, he pressed his fingerprint. The bright red ink stick on the document gave this thin piece of paper the weight of life.

Mr. Clerk took the piece of paper and sighed softly. A trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal. He raised his voice and said, "I would like to invite ten guardians."

The vermilion door of Taipingguan slowly opened, and the sound was very heavy, which was shocking when it reached the eardrum.

Then, ten guardians wearing black veils walked out step by step. They were different in height, fat and thin, but they all carried an ominous aura, like vultures staring at their prey, about to spread their wings and swoop down.

Ji Yutang instinctively felt disgusted. The way these protectors dressed still had their aura. They didn't look like they were saving all sentient beings, but more like devils devouring the common people.

Xie Huaichu looked solemn. He looked around at the people. The people did not feel scared, but looked pious. Some people put their hands together to worship them, and some people cheered at them crazily. The Taiping Religion has penetrated too deeply, and the people have been confused.

Mr. Wen Li asked indifferently: "Ten guardians, please choose one to compete."

The owner of the hall rubbed his wet palms, carefully observed the circle, and pointed at the limping Guardian: "I want to choose the Ninth Guardian, and I will compete with him."

Ji Yutang and Xie Huaichu looked at each other. Will the legendary guardian with the lowest force value be able to easily win as the museum owner guessed, or is he just a smoke bomb as they guessed?