Real game world: I am gifted and I suppress all monsters

Hearing this, Yu Mu finally understood the truth and mustered up the courage to say, "Okay! I will participate in the Dragon City Competition with Big Brother! Even if I am eliminated in the first round, I will let Senior Sister Yan see my courage to become stronger for her!"

Although these words were a bit discouraging, at least this idiot was willing to participate. Chen Qingzhou patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, I'm going to attend the meeting now. Don't eat or sleep for the next few days. Make good use of your time to practice. If you don't understand anything, come and ask us."

"Come on! I can do it!"

Yu Mu nodded heavily, waved his fists excitedly, and ran away happily.

Chen Qingzhou smiled and shook his head, then hurried to Lan Tingluo's room to ask for help.

Ten minutes later, in the back hall of the Great Hall, Abbot Du Jian sat at the head of the hall, and representatives from other major sects took their seats one after another, ready to discuss important matters related to the Dragon City Decision.

Chen Qingzhou looked at the eminent monks in Jinchan Temple, but did not see Master Dusha. He probably had not fully recovered from the charm poison he was infected with during the battle with the Southern Barbarians.

Abbot Du Jian saw that everyone had arrived and said, "Good evening, everyone. I believe you all know that in addition to exchanging martial arts, there is another important thing in this Dragon City Competition, which is to choose a leader of Zhongzhou, who will lead the human race of Zhongzhou to resist the monsters until... until the monster fire burns the city next year."

The representatives of various factions present were all outstanding people, so they naturally understood the reason why Abbot Du Jian paused at the end of his sentence. He hadn't actually finished his words. If this person could lead everyone to resist the demonic fire that burned the city, then it wouldn't be a bad idea for him to continue to be the co-leader of Zhongzhou.

But if we can’t withstand the evil fire burning the city, there will be no future.

Thinking of this, everyone felt unhappy and the hall was filled with silence.

When Master Du Jian saw that all the sects had no objection, he nodded to a white-browed monk on his left.

Chen Qingzhou looked at him intently. This divine monk's Buddhist name was Dumo. He was plump and had a rich smile. He was in charge of the food, clothing, and daily life of all the monks in the temple. He also took care of the mundane affairs of the martial arts world. This Dragon City Competition was hosted by him, and he had been busy with it for three years.

Master Du Mo put his palms together and bowed to everyone, "My fellow friends, I will now count the number of people from each sect participating in the Dragon City Competition. To be fair, please report your names in public one by one. After tonight, you will not be allowed to participate anymore."

After that, according to the seating order, the first one was a Tiance general of the Beilong Army, who was equivalent to Fan Liehua's deputy commander. His name was Feng Xuefei, and he was about fifty years old. He had a rough appearance and a strong back. At first glance, he was a veteran who had been on the battlefield for many years.

Feng Xuefei was originally from Beiting, and he had been a soldier all his life. He was also very straightforward. He said in a clear voice, "Marshal Fan has ordered that this Dragon City Battle is of great significance. It concerns the life and death of the Dragon City flying generals. Our Beilong Army is determined to win, and has specially dispatched twelve flying generals to participate."

Then the names of the twelve people were reported one by one, and Jinchan Temple arranged for disciples to record them carefully.

After hearing this, the Xuanmen were not too surprised by the number of participants. After all, the Dragon City flying generals were determined to win the championship. They just didn't expect that General Feng would be so straightforward, but it was good. Dealing with such a person was much safer than dealing with a masked villain.

The second person to sign up was the Nanfeng Army guarding the south. Their leader was also a Tiance general named Bai Hexiang, who was about forty years old. Although there was a slight scar on his right cheek, his handsome face could not be concealed. At first glance, he was a typical Jiangnan scholar.

General Bai Hexiang said succinctly, "According to Commander Yan's order, the Nanfeng Army also sent twelve flying generals to participate."

The detailed names will be reported one by one afterwards.

When everyone heard this, they had different thoughts. They didn't expect that the defenders of South and North Dragon City had begun to confront each other in terms of the number of participants.

Next up was the Pijia Sect, which had suffered the most casualties and whose leader was the oldest. Zhenren Zhankong took a look around and said, "Two people from the Pijia Sect are going to fight: Zhan Lang and Cheng Ruoque."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a low murmur. The number of people from the Pijia Sect was originally second only to the Xuanshui Sect, and quite a few people came this time, looking united. But it was unexpected that only two people were sent to participate. I don't know if it was because of their expertise or if there were really only these two masters of the younger generation.

Then it was Ju Mang Xuan. The elegant old scholar Xia Guixin, Pavilion Master, said slowly: "Eight people from Ju Mang Xuan will participate."

In addition to his two sons, Xia Wenzon and Xia Jiangnan, he also had six proud disciples from other families.

Cui Guangzong, the leader of Xuanshui Sect, waved his palm and said domineeringly, "Six people from Xuanshui Sect will join the battle!"

In addition to Cui Longtou's children Cui Xuechu and Cui Xiaokun, there are four disciples from other families. One of them is a male disciple named Canglang, who is particularly eye-catching during the day. Although he is young, his hair and eyebrows are silver, and his expression is as cold as ice, comparable to Yan Yuyao.

Next it was the turn of the Tianci faction to sign up. This was Lan Tingluo's first speech since he came to the Jinchan Temple. After all, the leaders of the previous Xuanmen factions had spoken. At this time, Lan was still a little nervous. He exhaled lightly, "Tianci Chen Qingzhou, Sanqian, Xie Liang, Wanjian, Mengxi, and Yumu will join the battle."

Chen Qingzhou's name was extremely famous in this Southern Barbarian War. All the sects and schools had heard of it to some extent, and most of their eyes were focused on this young man.

As the host, Jinchan Temple was the last to register among the five major sects. Master Dumo said loudly: "Six monks from Jinchan Temple will participate."

Yuan Xin and Yuan Chong were naturally on the list, but last year's runner-up, Yuan Jing, did not participate this time and did not show up. The other four were all third-generation monks with the character "Hui".

After watching, no one spoke. Ren Yugu stood up and bowed to the masters. "I am Ren Yugu from Zongheng Chess Club. We are a small sect and we also want to participate in this Zhongzhou event."

No one present knew Ren Yugu, but they had all heard of the name of the Zongheng Chess Club and knew that they had been destroyed by the Qiansui Alliance a few months ago, so they all nodded in agreement.

Master Du Mo was very polite. He stood up and said in return, "Elder Ren, you are too polite. Anyone from the Zhongzhou Righteous Alliance can join. I wonder how many people from your sect have signed up?"

Ren Yugu smiled and said, "One person, Jing Yunqi."

The young monk in the back row quickly took note.

Chen Qingzhou glanced at Jing Yunqi who was standing next to Ren Yugu. He still looked arrogant, but he had to admit that this guy was indeed a tough opponent.

Master Du Mo waited for a moment, and seeing that no one spoke, he nodded to Abbot Du Jian.

Abbot Du Jian stood up, ready to say something in conclusion, and said with a smile: "Okay, since..."

"Wait!"

Suddenly, a clear and carefree voice came into the hall.

Chen Qingzhou frowned, feeling that the voice seemed a little familiar.

The next moment, a man in a white robe flew into the hall, followed by several nervous monks. They swung their sticks several times, but they couldn't even touch the corner of the man's clothes. It seemed that he was a master. I wonder if he came to disrupt the scene.

"Master Abbot, this person has trespassed into the Great Hall!"

Master Dumo immediately stood up and asked, "Who are you?"

As soon as Chen Qingzhou saw the man, he rolled his eyes.