My magic weapons are all rule-based

"Ah? Village chief? Who?" The recording monk was dumbfounded, his mind was a little confused.

There was a burst of snickers around.

"No, the village chief of Lijia Village should be a mortal."

"Good guy, the dean has become the village chief... Where did this kid come from?"

"Boy! Are you looking for Dean Xu?"

The boy frowned.

No, he must be looking for a monk, not a mortal.

Dean Xu, why is the person in charge of Lijia Village surnamed Xu... Is it to hide his true identity?

Forget it, no matter who he is, let's talk about it after meeting him!

"Then can I see Dean Xu if I win?" The boy asked again.

"Yes, of course, I can also recruit you into Lijia Village." The recording monk smiled, "I say, where are you from, do you want to sign up? There are people waiting behind."

"Sign up! I'll sign up!" The boy agreed happily.

He didn't know the situation in Lijia Village, and it might be better to approach it in this way now.

And you can also fight with the cultivators of the same level in the Northland and see who is better!

"Okay." The recording cultivator lowered his head, the tip of the pen hovering on the paper and looking at the boy, "Name, where you come from. You must answer truthfully. If you lie, you will be in trouble."

"Mo Heng, a casual cultivator from Xize."

"Wow, it's actually a cultivator from Xize. This is the first time I've seen you. You dare to participate in the gathering of heroes right away. You have guts!" The recording cultivator exclaimed, "I'm optimistic about you. I hope you can come up with something new."

There was a whisper around, and eyes were cast at Mo Heng from time to time.

Mo Heng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Xize and the Northland have had a long-standing conflict, and it seems that the conflict is not that deep this time.

Perhaps it is also because his cultivation is not that high, not to the point of being feared by others.

"Since there is only one of you, you must be participating in the individual competition. The registration fee is one medium-grade spirit stone, and the ticket for watching the game is also one medium-grade spirit stone." The recording cultivator wrote a few words and said after finishing.

"Tickets... I'm already participating in the competition, so why do I need to buy tickets to watch the game?" Mo Heng was puzzled.

"If you lose, you have to buy spectator tickets if you want to continue watching the game... Buy it, it's suitable! You can see Dean Xu even if you don't fight."

"Buy that one..." Mo Heng hesitated for a while, slowly took out two spiritual stones, and felt a pain in his heart.

Damn it!

He didn't have many spiritual stones on him.

He spent a lot of it on cultivation, and spent a lot of it on crazy training outside on weekdays and buying supplies.

The most important thing was to bribe the elders of the Huanhai Sect and help him open the teleportation formation privately, spending most of his only property.

Now he only has a dozen or so left...

The recorder put away the spiritual stones, took out a folded cardboard-like thing from the storage bag and handed it over.

"This is the ticket for watching the game. You can use this ticket to enter Lijia Village when the Heroes Gathering officially starts."

Mo Heng flipped through the folded leaflet and asked, "Why are there two of them? One side is the ticket, and the other side is what?"

"You can't read. The other side is a coupon for Baodan Sect. Tear it off and buy designated elixirs at Baodan Sect for a discount. Don't you understand this?"

"Hmm...? If you can get a discount on elixirs, then this ticket is really worth it."

"That's right. My Baodan Sect's elixirs are absolutely conscientious, good quality and cheap. Take advantage of the event to buy more. The quicker the hand, the worse the hand."

"Oh... OK, OK, then when does the Heroes Gathering start?" Mo Heng asked again.

"There are less than three months left. Go wait in the backyard first."

"What! I have to wait in the yard for three months?"

The recording monk rolled his eyes: "I think you don't understand at all. There are too many people who signed up, which exceeds the plan. Therefore, we cannot let everyone go at the same time when the Heroes Gathering officially starts. Auditions are being held here."

"Do you understand the auditions? It means that you will be ranked one by one, and only the top 100 will win the qualification to officially enter the Heroes Gathering."

"Hey, here is a number plate. Take the plate and go in and someone will help you match your opponent. Don't waste time. Registration ends today, and you are the last batch."

"Oh oh..."

Mo Heng took the wooden plate handed over by the recording monk, sighed, and walked towards the gate on the side.

Why is Beidi like this... It's too different from Xize. I feel like I can't understand anything.

It's a bit of a mistake to come here without understanding anything.

But there is no way.

With his current state, it is really difficult to find out more about Beidi.

What's more, it costs money to find out.

My own cultivation is not enough, how can I waste so many resources on these things.

Now that I have signed up, I can only take it one step at a time.

Mo Heng stepped into the courtyard, his expression suddenly froze!

Spiritual energy... Extremely abundant spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy on the streets is weak, so the spiritual energy is concentrated in the buildings? !

The Northland must not be underestimated...

Emotions fluctuate quickly and retreat quickly.

Mo Heng continued to walk in with a calm face.

The area of ​​the courtyard is very large, thousands of square meters.

A group of cultivators surrounded a high platform in front.

There seemed to be a simple magic circle on the high platform, and two cultivators were fighting in it, fighting back and forth and having a lot of fun.

Standing away from the crowd, Mo Heng folded his arms and watched.

On the stage, one cultivator used a spear and the other used a whip. Their realms should be in the early stage of Danjie.

The cultivator using the spear used a wide range of moves, and at the same time used fire magic to attack.

On the other hand, the cultivators who used whips were mainly feminine, and their movements were light and agile, constantly defusing the opponent's offensive.

When one side suffered a setback or gained an advantage, the cultivators watching below began to cheer enthusiastically.

"Tsk!" Mo Heng's cold face rarely showed a trace of expression.

There was disdain mixed in the mockery.

For such a fight, he only had two words to describe it.

Trash.

Since Biao Lao died, he began to sneak away from Huanhai Sect from time to time to gain experience.

He encountered strong enemies and gained two rare opportunities for ordinary people.

While his combat experience increased greatly, his strength also increased unusually.

Although the two people on the stage fought lively, it was really insignificant compared to the difficulties he encountered.

Too weak.

If all the people competing for the strongest Jindan cultivator in the North were this kind of stuff, it would be really disappointing.

But there was no rush, this was the first pair of opponents he saw, and there might be someone who could catch his eye later?

The two people on the ring fought very quickly, and the winner was decided in a dozen breaths.

The monk who used the whip was hit to the corner of the ring, vomiting blood and admitting defeat.

The monk with the gun also had blood on his mouth, but at this moment he was proudly bowing to the people below.

Someone outside the ring was recording and calling out the numbers loudly.

Soon, the second group of monks continued to go on the ring.

After a simple greeting, the two of them quickly fought without any nonsense.

The battle on the stage started fiercely in an instant.

Mo Heng carefully observed the opponent's fighting style and practiced the response method in his mind.

In a few minutes, the winner was decided.

Then the third and fourth groups followed immediately.

Until the end of the fifth group, Mo Heng snorted lightly and said a mocking word.

"Waste."

After looking at five groups in a row, none of them passed.

All waste!

It's really disappointing!

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