Chapter 292: Martial arts tournament

Area A, the headquarters of the Warrior Association.
Although the headquarters of the Warrior Association is in the center of Area A, there are almost no other buildings around.
It is surrounded by a huge green area of ​​more than 20 square kilometers.
From above, this green space is like an oasis among the dense buildings in the city.
Of course, these green areas belong to the Warrior Association.
There are various plants in the green area.
There are many small animals shuttled among them.
The main building of the association headquarters is like an upside-down bowl.
The surface of the building is made of transparent materials, and the sky outside can be seen directly from the inside.
At the gate of this inverted bowl, there is a huge human-shaped statue of more than 20 meters high.
In the hands of the statue, he holds the most common long sword.
Zhang Fan came closer and looked at the writing on a stone tablet in front of the statue.
It shows: Wuzu Zhang Xiaoming, the first practitioner in the world. Although he failed to reach Level 4 Quasi-Martial Artist throughout his entire life, it opened a door for mankind. Let the human individual and overall strength be greatly enhanced, and will not be destroyed by zombies and monsters.
"Uh……"
Zhang Fan couldn't help but complain about this Wuzu's name.
You are also the first cultivator anyway, so with such a powerful status, can't you take a powerful name?
Zhang Xiaoming?
Do you dare to be more casual?
The first person today, Lingwu Zhe, is named Xie Yongqiang;
You, the first cultivator, are also called Zhang Xiaoming.
Is the name so casual in this era?
Just as Zhang Fan complained in his heart, someone behind him suddenly said crudely, "It's spectacular, isn't it?"
Zhang Fan turned his head and looked at the man.
I saw the man was a man in his forties with a beard on his face.
On his shoulder, he carried a huge sword, which seemed not to be light.
Next to him is a woman in her thirties who also carries a huge sword.
This woman is petite, with a pretty face and a devilish figure.
But her gaze made Zhang Fan feel very familiar.
Yes, this is exactly the same as Zhuge Liang's gaze, with arrogance.
Zhang Fan inspected it a bit and knew that these two people were both martial artists.
This woman has reached the martial artist in her thirties.
It's also a genius.
Zhang Fan smiled slightly at the man and nodded: "Yeah."
The man asked Zhang Fan, "Your brother, also came to sign up?"
"Sign up? What's your name?"
Zhang Fan asked.
The man laughed and said, "The news was just released this morning. In order to discover newcomers and focus on training, the Martial Arts Association plans to hold a martial arts conference."
Zhang Fan thought for a while. After getting up today, he rushed to Area A and really didn't care to read any news.
"I haven't had time to watch."
Zhang Fan responded.
The man patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder and said, "It’s okay for a young man like you not to pay attention to the new news and developments. So let me explain to you... Oh, yes, introduce yourself, My name is Mo Xi. This is my little sister, Mo Chou."
"brother!"
The woman next to Mo Chou said impatiently: "With a little quasi-warrior who is still a hairy boy, what can I say?"
The brawny Moxi shook his head: "You can't look good. Although this little brother is young, maybe he has reached a martial artist? Or is he a supernatural person?"
The woman Mo Chou curled her lips: "It's just him? I'm afraid he's less than twenty years old, and he's still a martial artist? He's a genius if he can reach the sixth-level quasi-martialist. As for the supernatural person, hum... Forget it, we have to rush Time, let's go."
Speaking, go ahead.
But Moxi didn't care, and said to Zhang Fan, "Then we'll talk as we walk."
Mo Chou turned his head and glanced at that Mo Xi, ignoring the two of them anymore, and moved forward faster.
Mo Chou patted Zhang Fan's shoulder profusely, and said, "Don't mind, she was spoiled by my parents when she was a child. Let me tell you about this martial arts convention. This martial arts convention aims to discover Potential and capable newcomers. When registering, they are divided into three groups: low-level, intermediate and high-level.
"The quasi-war fighters of level 1 to 5 are in the low-level group. Levels 6 to 10 are the intermediate group. The junior and intermediate fighters are the advanced group. As for the senior fighters and above, they are all old men and will not participate in the competition.
"These three groups, each group has a champion. As long as you win the championship, there will be a lot of benefits. Especially in our senior group, it is said that the champion has many other rewards besides the energy stone. And there is one Mysterious reward."
When Zhang Fan heard this, his heart moved slightly.
Originally, he had been short of fighting with warriors recently.
Now this high-level group are all beginner and intermediate martial artists.
Participating in this kind of battle will definitely be very helpful to your martial arts breakthroughs.
Not to mention there are rewards.
Especially mysterious rewards.
No matter what, the word "mystery" can always arouse people's curiosity.
When the man had introduced Zhang Fan, they had already arrived in the hall of the Warrior Association.
Originally, in the current world, technology is shaking, and it is very convenient to register online.
But because this registration requires scanning retinas and fingerprints to determine their identity, people must register in the martial arts associations in various places ~EbookFREE.me~. In the lobby, the low-level group has set up five registration points, each before the registration point. A long queue of more than 20 meters;
There is only one registration point for the intermediate group, and there is a long queue of more than 20 meters before the registration point;
Compared with the hustle and bustle before the entry point for the junior and intermediate groups, the advanced group can be described as deserted before the entry point.
Only three people signed up.
After all, the senior group are all warriors, and now the total number of warriors in the entire safety zone is just over 600.
After being divided among all 26 districts, each district has only 20 people.
At this time, Mo Xi, who carried the giant sword, was already behind the three in the senior group, and in front of him was her sister Mo Chou, the woman who carried the giant sword.
Such a petite woman, carrying a huge sword nearly two meters long and one foot wide, immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the entire hall.
Then Mo Chou looked complacent and didn't look at anyone.
But when she saw Zhang Fan followed his brother to the registration point for the senior group, she raised her chin toward the registration point for the lower group: "That's where you should go, right?"
Zhang Fan shook his head.
Mo Chou was a little surprised.
Obviously, I didn't expect Zhang Fan to not belong to the low-level group.
He can reach the intermediate group when he is less than twenty years old, and he is already very talented.
Then Moxi laughed, patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder again, and said to his sister: "Hahahaha, look at it, I said, people are not good-looking. Don't look at the younger brothers, they are no longer in the low-level group. Good job of!"
The unexpected color on Mo Chou's face disappeared, and the color of disdain returned to his face again.
"Even so, it's only an intermediate group. This is still not where you should be."
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