The World Is Expanding Ten Thousand Times, I Rely On Force To Break Through

"All contestants, please go to the clothing room to change your clothes and get ready. The Qingchuan martial arts competition will begin in half an hour!"

At this moment, in the referee's seat above, a middle-aged man with a crew cut in a suit spoke loudly into the microphone.

"Is this the lord of Qingchuan Mansion, Wei Zhengrong?"

Chen Ran looked upward.

He saw a young man with his legs crossed sitting next to the middle-aged man with a crew cut.

The young man has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, looking very young.

"Yan Danchen! Oh my god! Is that our Qingchuan Prefecture's mythical Yan Danchen?"

"Yan Danchen is here too! That's my idol!"

At this moment, Chen Ran heard the excited comments from the contestants.

Chen Ran stared at Yan Danchen above.

He went to Yan's house before, but he didn't meet Yan Danchen head-on, and he didn't know what Yan Danchen looked like.

I didn’t expect that he was Yan Danchen!

"Let's go! Go change clothes!"

Chen Ran followed the crowd into and out of the venue, arriving at a special dressing area.

Yan Danchen sat side by side with Palace Master Wei Zhengrong, and behind him were members of his Yan family.

At this moment, there was a chirping sound behind him. Yan Danchen looked back and found that his father's daughter Yan Jun was holding a small baby bird in his arms, which attracted Yan Fan and others to watch.

Yan Danchen stared at the young bird, exclaimed in surprise, and immediately walked over.

"Xiaojun, where does this come from?"

Yan Danchen asked.

Yan Jun is only 15 years old this year. She has always been afraid of this brother, so she immediately said: "Yes... I found it next to your golden-winged roc, brother."

"Oh? Let me see." Yan Danchen reached out and took the baby bird.

"What a strong demon! This bird is definitely extraordinary!"

The master of the palace, Wei Zhengrong, also saw it. He looked back and was amazed.

Yan Danchen felt the faint pressure from this bird and was equally astonished.

"This... this should be a high-level demon beast... No! It is most likely a descendant of a demon king!"

Yan Danchen said in surprise.

He took a closer look and saw that it was not the descendant of his golden-winged roc.

In addition, my golden-winged roc is a male bird.

Upon hearing this, Palace Master Wei Zhengrong also came over and observed carefully. He really found that he didn't look like the descendant of a monster, and he had that faint pressure on him.

"Haha! It really is the demon king's cub, Xiaojun, did you really pick it up next to the golden-winged roc?"

Yan Danchen asked.

Yan Jun nodded and said, "Yes! When I went out today, I heard the sound of a baby bird next to the Golden-winged Dapoc in the backyard, so I picked it up."

Yan Danchen said with a smile on his face: "I didn't expect you to be so lucky to pick up a cub of the Demon King."

"Take good care of it. After the Qingchuan martial arts competition is over, I will teach you the advanced beast control skills. From now on, you will take it to guard my Yan family!"

Yan Jun thought that his brother Yan Danchen was going to take back his baby bird, but he didn't expect that he would actually give it to him.

Yan Jun was overjoyed and said repeatedly: "Thank you, brother! I will definitely raise it well!"

When the palace master next to him, Wei Zhengrong, saw this, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Dan Chen, you are really the son of destiny! A demon king cub will appear in your home!"

"Your Yan family has gained a Wu Kui-level master without any effort!"

Yan Danchen smiled slightly and said: "That's Xiaojun's luck, maybe it has something to do with my Golden Roc!"

"When the competition is over, go back and ask it."

Wei Zhengrong secretly admired him.

If someone else had gotten a baby demon king, or a baby bird demon king, they would have been so excited that they didn't know what it was like.

But Yan Danchen was not too happy, which showed that his level was already extremely high.

…

Chen Ran is changing clothes.

Poor Chen Ran has been training crazily in the wild for the past few months, and he still doesn't know the process of the competition.

This was the first time he heard that the competition required changing costumes.

Maybe it was to prevent others from hiding hidden weapons or the like.

The clothes here are all black and loose-fitting.

There are dedicated staff responsible for replacement.

Chen Ran picked out a suit and put it on under the watchful eyes of the staff, making sure nothing was hidden.

At the same time, the staff handed Chen Ran a white mask that completely covered his face, leaving only his two eyes exposed.

"Do I still need to wear a mask?" Chen Ran asked doubtfully.

The staff said: "This is a rule, every contestant must wear it."

Chen Ran nodded and put on his mask.

On the shelf next to it, there are many uniform weapons.

There were all types of swords, guns, swords and sticks, and Chen Ran's gloves had to be replaced.

This is mainly to prevent someone from taking advantage of the weapon.

Chen Ran picked a pair of gloves and then picked up a knife.

He saw that this glove was no lower quality than his previous demon crystal glove, and it was actually a demon crystal weapon.

That knife was also made of demon crystal.

Chen Ran left the changing area and arrived at the venue.

This is a huge circular venue with a diameter of at least several hundred meters.

At this time, other people also came out one after another, and there were warm cheers.

…

At the referee's seat, there was an old man with white hair next to Wei Zhengrong.

The old man is the inspector general established by the Wu League in Qingchuan Prefecture, named Xu Wei.

When Xu Wei arrived, he also looked at the demon king cub brought by Yan Jun. He was amazed and lamented Yan Danchen's unfavorable luck.

It is said that some children of destiny can encounter unparalleled opportunities while walking, and he has experienced it today.

Xu Wei smiled and said: "It's the Qingchuan Competition again. Danchen, do you still remember the scene when you participated in the Qingchuan Competition? Does it bring back your memories?"

Yan Danchen smiled and said: "Indeed, I was also a member of this group back then."

Xu Weidao: "I still remember the scene when you overwhelmed the heroes. Even the palace master's son was suppressed by you."

Wei Zhengrong's face next to him looked a little embarrassed and ugly at the same time.

His son, Wei Ming, also entered the Dragon Base.

But three years ago, his son died in the Dragon Base.

Yan Danchen changed the subject and asked: "Master of the palace, in our Qingchuan martial arts competition, can't we still kill people in the first round?"

Wei Zhengrong nodded and said: "Yes, talents are not easy to come by. Those who can participate in the Qingchuan Martial Arts Competition are basically geniuses. Naturally, we cannot compromise talents too much."

Yan Danchen shook his head and said: "In the Qinling Competition in Qinling Prefecture, there is no such rule; 8 of the other 10 prefectures do not prohibit fighting."

"In the Dragon Base, the second-generation warriors from our Qingchuan Prefecture had a very high casualty rate."

Wei Zhengrong seemed to be touched by something sad and remained silent.

Yan Danchen continued: "Once the flowers in the greenhouse are exposed to the ice and snow, they will wither and wither immediately."

"Master, your son Wei Ming was a genius, but it was because you protected him too well and were not ruthless enough and decisive enough that he died young."

"I suggest that Qingchuan Huiwu abolish the article that no fighting is allowed."

"Only through the baptism of blood and fire can one become a truly strong man!"

Wei Zhengrong looked hesitant.

Xu Wei, who was next to him, also said: "Dan Chen is right. A truly strong man should not only be strong in force, but also have to withstand the test of his character."

"Our Qingchuan Huiwu is indeed too gentle."

"Especially those descendants of Wu Kui, all of them have never left Qingchuan Mansion for fear of dying in the wild."

Wei Zhengrong pondered for a long time, then nodded heavily: "Okay, this time, as Dan Chen said, fighting is not prohibited!"