The Peerless Emperor Summoning System - Chapter 483

[Chapter 483 Let the saliva fly for a while!]

After waiting for a long time, everyone who was supposed to come had already entered the city outside the palace.

Emperor Tianhai finally arrived belatedly.

But there was still no trace of the three national masters.

Damn, you’re still being mysterious.

But it doesn’t matter. When I get the top pick, I won’t be afraid that you won’t come out.

Emperor Tianhai stood on a high place, majestic and condescending.

It seemed that I suddenly became more confident.

“I announce that the Civil and Military Conference is now open!

I hope that all the contestants can perform to the best of their abilities

and become the number one scholar in literature and number one in martial arts that I value.

If anyone becomes the number one scholar in literature and number one in martial arts at the same time, they can even become my heirs.

The real prince!”

As these words came out, the audience suddenly cheered.

Tianhai Kingdom was originally hereditary, and ordinary people would definitely have no chance to become emperor.

But now in order to fight against Chiyang Kingdom, Emperor Tianhai had to use his brains to come up with such a method.

It was really hard for him.

Amidst the cheers, the drums thundered.

All the contestants showed solemn expressions.

I was very excited.

Emperor Tianhai could personally preside over this civil and military competition, which originally gave the contestants enough face.

Can they not be excited?

“Now let’s start the first level, martial arts!”

Emperor Tianhai raised his hand gently, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

“The first level is a very simple test of martial arts, which is a battle.

There are three rules for the battle:

First, there are a total of one hundred and eight arenas.

Anyone can be the ring leader.

As long as you can win ten games in a row, you will pass the level!

As long as you lose one game, you will be eliminated!

Secondly, the competition must not harm the opponent’s life. If the opponent dies, he will be eliminated.

Thirdly, powerful treasures are not allowed. The right to interpret this belongs to the organizer, and there is no fixed standard.”

After listening to these three rules of Emperor Tianhai.

Many people couldn’t help but frown.

Many people got a lot of treasures in order to win this time.

Now it can’t be used, which is frustrating.

This rule is obviously for the sake of fairness.

It seems that Emperor Tianhai is really looking for talents this time.

If there were no restrictions on the use of treasures, then those warriors with big families and powerful sects would probably take advantage.

It’s normal to get by easily.

Ye Motian didn’t care about this.

At worst, there’s no need to use the Burning Heaven War Halberd.

The murder sword, murder armor and murder book can also be temporarily used.

Anyway, his cultivation has reached the seventh level of Tianwu Realm.

Among the warriors present, he didn’t see anyone who could reach his level.

If combined with the Mangekyō Sharingan.

Winning is simply easy.

If it wasn’t easy, he wouldn’t be here yet.

The purpose of participating in this civil and military conference was to severely humiliate the Tianhai Kingdom and make them lose their will to resist.

“Okay, let’s start the competition. Who will be the champion?”

As soon as Emperor Tianhai’s voice fell, one hundred and eight people jumped onto the one hundred and eight stages.

Anyway, it’s the same whether you go up first or go up later.

They all have to win ten consecutive games to advance.

So these people don’t care either.

Ye Motian discovered that Poet Master Zhao Gongzi also came on stage.

He couldn’t help but smile and walked towards the ring where Mr. Zhao was.

Yesterday I used words to humiliate you, today I use force to punish you!

Mr. Zhao saw this unfamiliar face come on stage.

He couldn’t help but sneered and took out his big sword.

“Who is coming? Tell me your name!”

“Damn it, you just ran away in embarrassment yesterday, and you are here to show off again today.”

Ye Motian shook his head. It seemed that what happened yesterday still did not affect this Zhao. The young master was completely shocked.

This is not okay.

He casually took out a folding fan from the storage ring, opened it with a snap, and while fanning it, he smiled and said, “That’s Chu Liuxiang, the handsome thief!”

The handsome thief?

Chu Liuxiang?

This name is so pretentious.

But why have I never heard of it?

Everyone in the audience felt a little stunned.

“Damn, you dare to show off like this in front of Zhao. Unfortunately, you reminded Zhao of that ugly and hateful face.”

What Young Master Zhao was talking about was naturally Duan Yu’s face.

He can remember this hatred for the rest of his life.

Each arena has a responsible referee.

There are usually two of these judges, one is an Ouchi guard who is good at martial arts, and the other is a bachelor who is good at literature and art.

After the two persons reported their names, a clerk took notes.

“Start!”

Following the referee’s order, Mr. Zhao couldn’t wait to thrust out his sword.

He wanted to stab Ye Motian directly off the ring.

In this way he also wins.

To be honest, Mr. Zhao, who was at the third level of Tianwu Realm, really didn’t take this strange face seriously.

As soon as he made a move, it was a very cruel move, intended to scare Ye Motian.

Ye Motian smiled softly: “Master, why are you so anxious?

In this beautiful time, how about drinking wine and writing poems?”

Master Zhao became angry when he mentioned writing poems.

This Chu Liuxiang, damn it, I really don’t want to pick it up.

It was entirely intentional to make him angry.

“Die!”

This sword was even more powerful.

However, Ye Motian just stepped back slightly, closed the folding fan in his hand, and removed the opponent’s sword at the same time.

Then he suddenly slapped the opponent on the wrist.

There was a snap.

Bang!

The long sword in Mr. Zhao’s hand unexpectedly fell to the ground.

Ye Motian did not pursue.

Instead, he stood there, his black hair flowing freely in the wind, and his blue shirt also rustling.

Immediately, he looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

He actually started composing poetry.

“Zhao Ke’s Hu Ying is hanging, Wu’s hook is frosty and snowy.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.

Kill a person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles.

When it’s over, he brushes off his clothes and hides deeply with his name.

After leisurely drinking in Xinling, He took off his sword and crossed his knees.

He was about to eat Zhu Hai, holding a cup to persuade the Hou Ying.

Three cups of wine were poured out, and the five mountains were light.

After the eyes were dazzled and the ears were hot, the spirit was born.

To save Zhao, he waved the golden mallet, and HD was shocked first.

The two heroes of Qianqiu. , Daliang City is famous.

Even if you die as a hero, you will not be ashamed of the heroes in the world.

Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra.”

He finished a poem.

The whole audience was shocked.

This guy named Chu Liuxiang was not only powerful, but he also knocked the big sword from Mr. Zhao’s hand with one move.

He even recited a poem during the battle.

And the quality of this poem is so high.

“My God, the level of his poem is no less than that of Duan Yu.”

“Yes, Chu Liuxiang and Duan Yu, why have so many geniuses suddenly appeared in Tianhai Kingdom recently?”

“It’s so shocking, so exciting. !”

“Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles, throw away your clothes when you’re done, and hide your merit and fame!

Oh my god, I’m so excited.”

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully pretending to be cool, and gained 2000 experience points!”

It looks like this guy is pretending well, and the reward is so generous.

“Ding! Gain the anger from Mr. Zhao and get 200 bitch points!”

Mr. Zhao is angry?

Yes, he was indeed angry!

“Hateful guy, you actually tricked me!”

Mr. Zhao picked up his sword from the ground, his whole face turned red.

When fighting against him, the opponent is still writing poems.

The problem is, Nima also made such a beautiful poem.

Whether he was fighting or writing poetry, this was clearly a slap in his face.

(End of chapter)