Arad's crooked savior

The sound of the piano ended, and the lingering sound lingered around the place, seemingly for three days.

Although the performance lasted only a few minutes, the stunning music seemed to be a baptism for the ears. The beautiful and refined Alice complemented the music.

The eyes of many Xu Zu women were already shining brightly. Alice was dressed in a long slit skirt like this today. She seemed conservative and reserved, but she could inadvertently show off the whiteness of her calves, which was seductive.

The seemingly pure and holy angel has a hint of corruption in his heart.

Moreover, King Aska's teacher, Noyu, a young and talented girl among the nobles, seemed to be dressed in a similar way.

As expected of a diplomatic envoy, he is at the forefront of fashion!

Unintentionally, Alice leads a fashion model of Xu Zu.

On the central stage, a man with a strong physique and a loud voice was reading out the rules of the Azure Dragon Conference, and his resolute face could not conceal his joy.

Ye Lin only glanced there and lost interest. He shook his head and sighed: "We should change the host to a beautiful woman, and then let Nuo Yu do it in a mini skirt or a tube top."

"I can't do it. I can't wear that kind of clothes." Nuo Yu, who was looking at the ring from the side door of the martial arts arena, pursed his lips and said politely: "The scene needs to mobilize a warm atmosphere, and I can't do it."

"Moreover, this is the most gorgeous ceremony our Xu Ancestor has held since we closed the country. I didn't expect the performance of the bard Alice to be so good."

Only that wonderful musical instrument Marilett can perfectly mobilize everyone's emotions, as if pulling the soul back hundreds of years ago. Along the way, there are ups and downs, hardships, and glory.

"Since the opening ceremony was so successful, Miss Nuoyu, would you be honored to invite you to admire the moon and taste wine tonight, and have a celebration dinner together?"

Ye Lin was shameless and pushed forward. He grabbed Nuo Yu's white hand, politely pulled it by the knuckles, and invited with a smile.

"Brave adventurer, you are busy tonight and have no time. Maybe tomorrow night? I invite you to raise your glass to the bright moon."

In a happy mood, Nuoyu also became a little naughty.

…………

The host on the stage was consistent with the neat and tidy character of the Xuzu people. After briefly introducing the prizes of the Qinglong Conference, he announced that the competition would begin immediately.

This is not just a competition for the championship title, everyone who shows their strength in the ring may be favored by the judges who are watching the competition.

In addition to the coveted "Royal Guard" title, if there are outstanding performers, they may also be recruited by some hidden martial arts masters in person.

In short, everyone who steps into the Qinglong Conference has the opportunity to gain broader prospects and show their own style.

"In the first game, Yang Ming and Yan Nanfei...these two strong men are really amazing..."

While the host was still introducing enthusiastically, Ye Lin took out a green dragon jade plaque from his pocket. Aska gave it to him that night, saying it was the referee's seat, and asked him to take a look.

Because of the unprecedented level of attention in the Qinglong Conference, each competition is limited to two people, competing on the largest arena in the center. The front seats of the surrounding stands are the referees and judges.

Ye Lin glanced at the general audience seats, a corner, where Toaska Guanxi had obtained some seats near the front and blocked by canopies. Mailu and the others who wanted to watch the game were all here.

…

"Hello, the contestants' competition area is over there, and here are the special guests."

A soldier stretched out his hand to block his way. The more people came to the scene, the harder it became to maintain order. They were all on guard.

But fortunately, the auxiliary minister personally promised that if he survives these days, he will receive a bonus.

"Oh, hello, I should be right."

Ye Lin smiled and took out the dragon-patterned jade tablet to show to the other party. The other party acted according to the system and he just cooperated.

"Uh, this...please come in."

The guards looked confused and surprised when they saw this. The judges who were watching the competition were either respected elders or powerful men who lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

For example, Mr. Shishen Guangyun, Master Nianqi Feng Zhen, famous Qijinshan fighter Bo Si, etc., each of them can be called by name, and they are not young.

In other words, he is too young and does not look like a strong person.

After Ye Lin left, the guard and his companion looked at each other and shook their heads slightly to signal to be silent.

It is difficult to fake a jade plaque. Besides, it is just a judge's seat, so it is not worth it.

If it is true or false, it will always be exposed in the eyes of those masters.

There is a row of exquisite seats inside the awning that has been built, with all kinds of fruits, tea and water available.

Ye Lin looked around and found only one empty seat. After all, it was an extremely grand event for Xuzu. No one wanted to miss this shocking scene. Everyone who could come came.

I heard that even Feng Zhen, who had been hiding from his mother, came back quietly.

He found a place where he could sit comfortably, but an old man with white hair and beard beside him looked at him suspiciously, wondering if he had gone to the wrong place.

However, the fierce skill competition in the field drew the old man's gaze back, and he expressed approval and commented:

"Yang Ming has reached middle age, and his marksmanship has become more and more proficient. Between the large and small, there are rough and fine. Even though Yan Nanfei's short sword and flying knives are as exquisite as poisonous snakes, they can't stop him for a while."

Some familiar judges nodded in agreement: "That's true. The gun is the king of a hundred soldiers. It can control thousands of armies and kill in all directions!"

"Not really."

Someone raised objections, stroking his beard and shaking his head: "Although Yan Nanfei's strength is inferior, his movement skills are exquisite, his offensive is like rain, and he is good at using his two swords. If Yang Ming has the slightest flaw, he will be washed away by the heavy rain! And... …I once heard that there is a person named Yan Beifei in the infamous Purple Mist Group?”

"Hey, it doesn't matter if they are brothers. Everyone has their own ambitions and shouldn't be generalized."

"It makes sense."

Ye Lin stared at the fierce battle in the field for a while. They were both very strong men, and they were indistinguishable. They were equally matched.

"That guy's shooting skills are pretty good, but he seems to be a little worse than the Magic Lancer."

He just said casually that when he was in the Milan Plain, he had seen several conquerors, all of whom were full of fighting spirit and fought to survive.

Although Yang Ming's marksmanship is good, it lacks the murderous spirit of the battlefield. It is a blunt gun that has not been tempered with blood.

"Magic Lancer? Little brother, what are you talking about? A gun with magic added to it?"

But I didn't expect that the old man next to me had good hearing and actually heard him whispering to himself.

"Uh, no no, that's a kind of professional who makes a living by fighting."

The other party was an elder in age. Ye Lin hurriedly raised his hand to salute and explained: "In the distant Delos Empire, people would use the method of raising Gu from childhood to select martial arts talents. After many bloody selections, a number of unique gun-wielding talents were born. This person is called the Demon Spearman."

He did not deliberately lower his voice, which caused several old men around him to cast strange looks, wondering why he was sitting here at such a young age, and also expressing confusion about the magic gunner.

They have lived in seclusion for so long that they don’t know this kind of profession at all!

But in the cruel Delos Empire, the so-called bloody selection method made many old men slightly change their expressions.

"Hmph, a strong man under strong pressure cannot become a climate." Some people were disdainful of this.

"Little brother, what's so strange about such a bloody selection of Magic Spearmen?"

The old man next to him was more thoughtful. Since the magic gunner existed in the empire, there must be merit.

"Their fighting spirit is soaring to the sky, but one person can block a hundred people. Moreover, those who are hit by the magic spear are almost impossible to save. Among them, the most powerful ones have the power to destroy mountains."

Ye Lin did not explain the weirdness of some magic guns, and expressed the attack power simply and clearly, which was more intuitive.

"Since you said that, have you seen it before?" A middle-aged man frowned slightly, with such a loud tone.

"I've seen it."

He was telling the truth. On the plains of Milan, a conqueror stormed out of the city. If the Holy Sage's Call had not flown so high, there would have been a risk of crashing.

"Haha, I would like to ask, little friend, what is your name and place of origin? What is your strength?"

Some people think that he is bragging. He has such terrifying power that even those present may not have time to escape.

Instead of destroying the mountain, thanks to the grace of the divine dragon, the twin giants guarding Yuelun Mountain, it is estimated that only Master Jiulong can win steadily.

"I am a Belmaer, an adventurer, Ye Lin, my strength is..."

oh! …

Ouch...

Bang bang...

All kinds of strange cheers interrupted the somewhat awkward atmosphere in the seats. The winner of the first round in the ring had already been decided. Yan Nanfei was slightly better at charging forward, but his body was also injured by the spear.

He will continue to compete in the next round the day after tomorrow after receiving treatment.

As for Ye Lin's self-reported name, none of the masters next to him knew about it. Regarding strength, they believed that top professionals were geniuses, and those who were awakened were one in a million.

As for being in the same realm as Emperor Nian, they didn't consider it at all.

"How many are they?"

The old man with a relatively calm demeanor next to him asked urgently, but also "kindly" avoided the question of his strength to avoid embarrassment.

Assuming that the attack power of the Magic Lancer is real, then the Delos Empire has mastered a terrifying power.

The Suzaku Gate is not far away. The Delos army was once sniped here. Maybe there are still the bones of the Delos people buried in the soil under their feet.

You have to be on guard, and it’s always right to be more careful.

"There are many people who can match one to a hundred, but there are only a few who are at the top."