not scientific at all

Martial arts competition to recruit relatives has always been a popular and enduring mass entertainment event for the people of the East. During the rise of square dancing, it has been the most popular activity among the people for a long time.

According to incomplete statistics, in a certain period of time, 80.00% of women of the right age in the Jianghu resorted to martial arts competitions to get married; the other 20.00% fell in love with young heroes or demons who were opposite to their parents. Vigorous life and death love.In the recorded history, the contest for recruiting relatives can be traced back to the Song, Liao, Jin, and Xia dynasties. It was in this activity that the young prince of the Kingdom of Jin, Wan Yankang, defeated the god-sister whom his father had recognized for him. The two fell in love with each other and gave birth to Yang Guo, the famous carving hero all over the world.

Therefore, in the face of the ardent pursuit of many dragon knights, Qingjing resorted to this ancient and vigorous method.

Everyone has moved from the kitchen to the living room. Qing Jing is sitting on the sofa in the middle, holding a coffee cup in his hand, and crossing his legs to greet Xiaolong: "Christo, come, the most important person in this competition is you. Stay on the field to test the challengers, and you can't take what you can't do."

The bright sunlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, gilding his face and hands with gold.His face is different from that of mainland humans, there is no fine and fine hair, and the light shining on the skin that is essentially keratinized scales is like shining on white jade, shining with a warm and soft light.

Xiaolong walked quickly to his side, greedily looking at the skin that was as smooth as a jewel, and wanted to touch it, but was afraid that the golden crow on Qingjing's shoulder with his eyes closed would peck him, so he nodded vigorously and firmly promised: "Don't worry!" , I will definitely knock them all down!"

Qing Jing rubbed the top of his head, and smiled lovingly: "Silly boy, knock them all down, who will be your dragon knight? The essence of martial arts competition is to recruit relatives. The purpose of martial arts competition is to get rid of all the people you don't like." Run away, release water if you like, won't you be able to pick a dragon knight you like?"

"Wait!" The sword master in black stood up, staring at Qingjing with a pair of abyss-like dark eyes: "Whose dragon knight are you talking about? Don't you want to pick a knight? Isn't the dragon that those dark creatures chanted?" You!"

Xiaolong straightened his back and tried his best to block Qingjing's eyes, raised his amber eyes that were shining through the sun, and exuded the oppressive aura unique to the dragon clan: "Senior Qingjing already has a dragon knight, and I am the one who chooses the dragon knight." .”

"You have a dragon knight?" Several humans in the room were shocked, and even the elf leaned over to look at him with a bit of curiosity on his face.Only the king pushed away the teacup in front of him, stood up nervously, pointed at Shen Pingshan and asked, "Didn't you say that he is your lover, not a dragon knight?"

Qing Jing nodded calmly: "Mr. Shen is indeed not my dragon knight, but I will not look for a dragon knight, because I am not a dragon at all."

He leaned over, lifted the hem of his robe, revealing a slender yellow and white snake tail, stretched out his hand to both sides of the cloaca, squeezed it, and made out two short legs the size of a thumb: "Look, my legs are only like this. Short, isn’t it the same as the Dragon Clan? From the very beginning, there was only one dragon on this continent, and that was Christo. I was entrusted by the leader of the Dragon clan to find the young dragon that had been lost for many years.”

The high-ranking dragon clan who suppressed the entire dragon clan in the mainland and forced them to move away from Hope Continent, the strong man who killed the Lich King without showing his face, isn't it a dragon?The human beings who wanted to be dragon knights were too shocked to speak, staring at his slender body and the remaining hind legs from the evolution of the boa constrictor.

Sitting next to him, Xiaolong was more visually impacted than others. He stretched out his hands uncontrollably to touch those two short legs, and praised sincerely: "The short ones are so cute, so smooth..."

Before he stretched out his finger, Mr. Shen jumped down with fluttering wings and pecked at it.The Golden Crow landed directly on Qingjing's tail, spread its wings to block the part of the cloaca, lowered its head and pecked at the two stumps, and said sourly: "Put down your clothes quickly, and you will know that you are a golden python just by looking at your tail." , why show them this?"

Qingjing honestly turned his tail into a leg, put down his bright robe, and put on his boots again.Xiaolong withdrew his hand regrettably, but leaned against Qingjing's shoulder against Teacher Shen's cold gaze, shrunk slightly, and grabbed his arm with both hands, feeling the coolness on him that was similar to but different from his own.

Qingjing felt as if he had two pets. While gently scratching Teacher Shen's chin, he comforted Xiaolong and took the time to discuss serious matters with humans: "Don't waste time on me anymore, let's talk about it." Let’s talk about martial arts competitions to recruit relatives. This martial arts competition is going to be grand, and people from all over the continent who are under the age of three, no, six hundred years old must be called. Female juniors hold gold bricks. Let the whole continent under the age of six hundred, regardless of origin or race, As long as unmarried men and women with clean backgrounds, no criminal records, and no bad habits come to this competition to recruit relatives, the winner can become a dragon knight."

The corner of His Majesty's mouth was almost on his chin, and he walked towards him with a sad face: "Can I not invite you? With this Sword Master here, my chance of winning is already very low. In case I invite a few more..." He suddenly remembered something, raised his eyebrows and asked, "You said just now that Your Excellency Christo is going to fight the dragon knight himself? As long as he likes, even if his strength is weaker, he can become a dragon knight?"

He shook his gem-studded robe, and his eyes shone with hope.The other two humans also saw the king's plan. The Juggernaut swung his long sword, and even though he hadn't unsheathed it, there was a strong fighting spirit, cutting off the king's robe; On the ground, I looked at Xiaolong temptingly: "I can use alchemy to refine the gems that best match your eyes, and I can also collect more gold."

The nature of the dragon family is to love gold. Except for the Juggernaut who is determined to subdue Xiaolong with powerful combat power, the other two plan to take the money route.It's a pity that Krystal is no longer the dragon he used to be. He broke through Qingjing and Mr. Shen's good deeds, and was guarded by Jinwu as a rival in love all day long. He no longer likes Jinzi.

When I see Jin Zi, I think of that terrible man who snatched away his senior. The nature of the Dragon Clan will be distorted, okay?

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After all, the news of the contest to recruit relatives was released, and the location was set at the Heroic Soul Wasteland, which was at the forefront of each holy-devil battle, and the time was one month later.Those who have the strength to compete for the Dragon Knight will definitely have the courage to come here. If they don't even have the courage to participate in the battle, then there is no need to be a Dragon Knight.

Since Qing Jing had just learned the Dao of natal life and had to hone it in the battle, the preparations before the martial arts contest to recruit relatives were handed over to the king. Qing Jing and Mr. Shen occasionally went around to take pictures of the progress of the construction.

The arena for recruiting relatives is built according to the traditional martial arts arena in Hope Mainland. It is a high platform made of long strips of white stone, more than half a person high, and has a pure circular shape.Around the table, a protective magic circle was set up by the Dharma Saint to absorb excess magic and protect the life of the contestants.A tall circular viewing platform was built around the arena, and the number of seats was expanded with space shrinking magic, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people watching the battle at the same time. A space teleportation array was also laid out, which can teleport the audience to the front line in an instant.

Naturally, the teleportation array was also designed on the arena, and it was more delicate, and could directly teleport people into midair.As long as the dragon knight is selected, Christo can transform into a dragon form, let the knight stand on him, and crush the dark army with the legendary dragon knight posture.

The arena for the martial arts competition to recruit relatives is being built step by step, and the number of people participating in the martial arts competition is also increasing proportionally.Warriors and mages from all continents under the age of [-] and from different races rushed to this battlefield, and devoted themselves vigorously to the battle and watching the last dragon on the mainland.Christo almost enjoyed the treatment of "watching and killing Wei Jie", and was surrounded by people so much that he almost suffered from social phobia. He shrank by Qingjing's side every day, relying on his reputation of beheading the skeleton army with a single sword to keep him from going out.

And in the bone palace on the other side of the mainland, a knight in black with one half of his face made of charred and broken bones and the other half of a pale and thin human face knelt on the ground made of bones. With a strange smile, he said to the king deep in the palace: "The dragon held a battle to select dragon knights from various races in the mainland. Your Majesty, if we can send bone dragons and bone dragons while humans are fighting for dragons, The army of beasts attacking that arena can wipe out tens of thousands, no, maybe hundreds of thousands..."

"What's the use of that?" A hoarse and deep voice sounded from the depths of the palace. On the throne made of white bones, sat a man with long hair like black ink and a body that looked like a stranger.He just leaned casually on the throne, with his hands hanging high above his head, holding a white shard on his fingertips, enjoying the faint white light emanating from the shard.

The Liches, Skeleton Knights, and Necromancers in the palace all tried their best to absorb the energy of the beads, with undisguised greed on their faces.The knight on the ground also stretched his neck, trying to get closer to that light.Where the white light irradiated, the scorched black bones gradually turned into a clear and moist white, wrapped with fine blood vessels, and soft tissues and muscles were also covered layer by layer.

While he was enjoying the healing of the white light, the Lich King on the throne suddenly pressed the fragment into his palm, blocking the warm light, and turned his head to look at the knight with a half-smile: "Kill it with a bone dragon." Everyone on the field? Including that high-ranking dragon who made me so powerful by leaving only a fragment with my own breath? If you can do it, how can you come back like this?"

He just waved his hand casually, and the half of the knight's body that was about to give birth to blood creaked, the bones shattered, blood and flesh dripped to the ground, and his forehead was firmly pressed against the bone tiles.

He clung to the ground, admitting his mistake with a hiss of grinding bones, but the king on the throne suddenly sat up and waved to him: "Come here. I can't become the Lich King by relying on you idiots. I have personally investigated the matter, that dragon...hehe, how can there be such a dragon, he is not a dragon at all, but he just picked up a piece of treasure by luck, and has the same superhuman strength as me .”

What's different is that the orc doesn't know how to use the powerful power contained in this fragment at all, and seems to have only mastered one large-scale forbidden spell.

He walked past the kneeling skeleton knight with crisp steps, and the undead creatures on both sides of the palace followed him silently, and the knight also stood up, following obediently at the end.

The Lich King didn't care about his subordinates following behind him, and slowly walked out of the palace made of bones, raising his arms above his head.A black gap suddenly opened in the blood-colored sky of the dark desert, and a black owl swooped down from the gap and landed on his wrist.

The Lich King took out the left eye of Mo Owl and stuffed it into his own eye socket, closed his eyes and looked at the picture recorded in his eyes for a while, then suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.The Palace of Bones was shaken by the laughter. He raised his arms and threw the bird away, put his fingers in his mouth and whistled, and a pure black unicorn with a single horn on its head galloped in front of him, bending down docilely.

He straddled up, patted the unicorn into the air, and looked down at his servants, overlooking them with a half-smile, and ordered: "Assemble the army of undead! I will dress up as a human to participate in that competition, and I will definitely Become the victor. After this contest is over, I will be able to ride that dragon to kill the human army, and you... you just need to follow me with those low-level dark creatures, and kill those who are not worthy of me. The ants are enough."

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A few hours later, a young magician with black hair and black eyes, wearing an ordinary white mage robe, walked out of the arena.

The tall circular arena stands outside a small town not far from the front line. A circle of colorful flags is planted high on the outermost layer of the viewing platform, with the words "Contest and Recruiting Relatives" written in the languages ​​of various ethnic groups in the hope of mainland China embroidered on it.Outside the field, magic is used to set up an enchantment to distinguish between humans and demons.The demon king who turned into a human was not rejected at all, and entered the gate of the arena safely.

but--

The real test begins after entering the arena.

There are long rows of tables and chairs on both sides of the entrance passage to the arena, and there are staff in the middle to maintain order and bring everyone who enters to the two sides for registration.The Demon King was rudely dragged to a newly vacated seat. The chair was still hot. Before he sat down and introduced himself, the staff opposite threw a form and a quill, and shouted impatiently: " fill!"

The form is divided into many grids, which are as many items as there are to be filled in when applying for a credit card at Dongtu Bank.From one's own gender, age to family property, personal income, consumption habits, whether there is a history of marriage or love...everything has been missed.

The Lich King has been dead for hundreds of years, and I really don't know how to fill in some items, so I stopped writing and decided to read other people's writing methods.As soon as he slowed down, the registrar on the opposite side gave him a cold look, and asked hoarsely: "Is there any history of marriage, or is the family too poor, and you are planning to register? I can tell you that the king personally ordered that only Recruit a virgin, if you have other experiences, please be lenient, otherwise our verification team will give you a good look!"

Since the Lich King picked up the fragment, he had never been threatened like this. He couldn't help but sullen his face, his breath rose, and he planned to kill the registrar.However, there were magic circles around his feet, and he felt the changes in the surrounding elemental power as soon as he made a slight movement. For the sake of the overall situation, he had to restrain his strength, just pretending that he didn't hear the man's words, and filled out the form with his head down.

The registrar took away the form with a sullen face, and gave him a wooden admission card with a magic circle to identify his identity branded on it. As long as blood is dripped on it, no one else can take it away.The Lich King bit his finger on the spot, dripping bright red blood just like human beings, and the candidates around him did the same, all of them put away their signs in awe, looking forward to tomorrow's match.

Those who register are kicked out of the arena.The Lich King walked with the crowd, but turned his head backwards, looking at the mages and warriors who were checking the competition facilities.The most powerful men in the continent vaguely formed a circle, guarding a tall blue figure with black hair and black eyes, which was exactly the same as the shadow he saw in the owl's eyes, and he also showed a similar personality. The fragments in his hands are very similar to the breath.

The Lich King intentionally let out a pent-up breath of life, and Qing Jing, who was far below the arena, suddenly raised his head and looked at the door like the flow of people at a college admissions scene.

But after that moment, the aura of Dragon Ball suddenly disappeared, and he couldn't see any special person there. He thought he felt wrong, so he quickly touched Teacher Shen, and asked through sound transmission with his spiritual sense: "Is there any special person?" I can feel the aura similar to the fragments of Dragon Balls, did the dragon they mentioned appear?"

"No." Shen Pingshan shook his head, stretched his neck high, looked at the snow-white figure leaving along the flow of people, a bright golden flame burned in his squinted eyes: "There is no other dragon, there is always only you."