Chapter 324: Not even Mao

At nine o'clock, the martial arts conference opened on time.
Naturally, it was another leadership speech.
The leaders that I didn't see very often came out and said a lot of things not related to the game.
When the real game started, it was already ten thirty in the morning.
The first thing to be played was the competition of the junior group.
The junior group has the largest number of people, reaching more than 3,000 people.
This is still the case that the junior group had already conducted preliminaries in various divisions before, and eliminated most of them.
Otherwise, the number should be at least 100,000.
These quasi-war fighters from level 1 to level 5 are fighting fiercely on the dozens of arenas.
Below the ring, the audience kept shouting and boiling.
But most of these people are ordinary people.
The competitions of these junior groups are only attractive to ordinary talents.
For those quasi-war fighters and warriors of a higher level, there is no attraction.
Zhang Fan was yawning with boredom in the contestants' rest area.
Almost did not fall asleep.
At this moment, his shoulder was patted heavily.
Then, a rough voice sounded behind him: "Little brother Zhang Fan, you are here too!"
When Zhang Fan heard this voice, he knew that this person was Moxi.
Looking back, I saw that Mo Xi, who was tall and big, carrying a two-meter-long giant sword, was standing behind him with a smile.
Next to him is his sister Mo Chou.
Mo Chou also carried a two-meter-long giant sword.
Compared with her petite figure, the contrast is too big.
Coupled with her beautiful face, and her body that is neither fat nor thin, she quickly attracted the attention of many people.
Mo Chou obviously enjoyed it.
She has been the focus of attention since she was a child. After she became a warrior at the age of thirty, she was regarded as a genius goddess by many men.
Of course, this also allowed her to develop a proud character.
She didn't even look at Zhang Fan, and said to Mo Xi: "Brother, I said, don't waste time on this kind of person."
Mo Xi waved his hand and said, "I said, Brother Zhang Fan is no ordinary person. An 18-year-old warrior, this is already a super genius."
Mo Chou whitened Mo Xi and said, "With the potion, even a beggar on the street can drink it into a martial artist. What's the use of such a martial artist? Even a level 10 quasi-martialist can easily destroy him. "
It's incredible to be able to become a martial artist at the age of eighteen.
The only explanation, I'm afraid, is to drink medicine all day long before drinking into a martial artist.
And such a warrior, but the level has reached the warrior level.
Its true strength is probably not as good as a level 10 quasi-warrior.
Mo Chou's genius who relied on his own cultivation and broke into a martial artist at the age of thirty naturally looked down upon such a person.
Zhang Fan smiled lightly without explaining.
Mo Xi patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder: "Don't mind, my little sister is like this."
Mo Xi originally wanted to sit with Zhang Fan and watch the game. He always felt that this Fan was not like an ordinary person.
But Mo Chou didn't want to sit with a warrior like Zhang Fan, so Mo Xi could only smile at Zhang Fan awkwardly, and then left with Mo Chou.
Zhang Fan didn't care about an arrogant woman like Mo Chou.
Anyway, what he wants is only a championship, and everything else is just a cloud for him.
...
Because there are more arenas, the competition goes faster.
By six o'clock in the afternoon, the junior group competition was over.
After an hour's rest, at seven o'clock in the afternoon, the intermediate group competition continued.
By eleven o'clock in the evening, the intermediate group competition had also been finished.
The organizing committee of the competition announced that today's competition is here.
Tomorrow will continue the senior group competition.
...
At noon the next day, twelve o'clock.
The competition of the senior group is finally overdue.
At this time, people's emotions have reached a climax.
Advanced group, that is a duel between warriors and warriors.
A showdown between the real strong.
Most of them, it is rare to see the warriors on weekdays, let alone see the duel between the warriors.
This martial arts conference provided such an opportunity for everyone to see the battle between warriors.
Ordinary people just watch the fun;
And those cultivators are to learn something from the battle between warriors.
After the game officially started, some warriors took the stage one after another, each with their own victories.
Soon after, it was Simayu's turn to take the stage.
He had just stepped onto the ring, and under the ring, there was a burst of cheers.
"Sima is a good man!"
"Sima is a good man!"
"Sima is a good man!"
Around the entire playing field, it was like boiling water.
Obviously, this is by far the most popular player.
After all, Sima Dashan's reputation is outside.
Who would not support a person like this with strength, talent and caring?
A woman even screamed: "Sima Dashan, I want to give you a monkey!"
The other women suddenly became unhappy: "It's you? Are you worthy of a good boss Sima? They look like pigs~EbookFREE.me~ even if they are born, they can only give birth to a litter of piglets."
The woman said with her plump before: "As long as Sima Dashan can live a life, let alone give birth to a litter of piglets, even if it is a litter of maggots, the old lady is willing. How?!"
When Sima Yu on the ring heard this, he almost spit out blood.
Can Nima be normal?
You can be my mother, what kind of life?
A nest of maggots was born, why don't you die?
When Zhang Fan heard this, he couldn't help but laugh.
But from this we can also see how popular Sima Yu is.
It is definitely the well-deserved popularity king of this conference.
On the rostrum, the leaders of the Martial Arts Association, as well as leaders from all walks of life, felt the changes in Sima Yu's breath. All secretly surprised.
There are warriors among those leaders, and they are surprised:
"He was a junior martial artist when he signed up? How come he became an intermediate martial artist now?"
"Obviously, it was a breakthrough."
"But he is only thirty years old, and he has reached an intermediate martial artist? This... is definitely the youngest intermediate martial artist in history!"
"Yes, so Simayu is a genius."
"It's no wonder that he will become the key training object of the Warrior Association."
"Chairman Wen, Chairman Liu, it's really gratifying that your Martial Arts Association has such a genius."
Wen Yangming nodded and smiled and replied: "Yes, this Sima Yu is definitely a genius among geniuses. The youngest intermediate warrior in history has unlimited achievements in the future."
And Vice President James Liu just nodded politely.
His gaze kept looking at Zhang Fan.
Only he knew that compared to Zhang Fan, Sima Yu was not even a Mao.
(End of this chapter)