Chapter 569

"The means to stimulate blood... I happen to know a lot..."

Wu Ming looks at Beatrice in front of him.

Obviously, if she is trained carefully, the little girl will have a great chance to activate her blood and gain strength and talent that ordinary people can't imagine.

"I didn't expect... Finally, I had to pick up the power of blood again..."

Even though he has created a way to smash the void that is more powerful than the martial arts of blood, the universe's power of rejecting the world of immortals and martial arts has similarities in the lower level of the power of blood. Naturally, Wu Ming does not care to pick up the previous research.

"With the formula, the materials are clear..."

Wu Ming narrowed his eyes and stared at Beatrice in front of him: "if you want, I can cook a batch of holy oil at any time... To be promoted as a knight!"

Of course, after knowing this, he was not worried.

After all, Beatrice's blood was too far away from her original blood, too thin and too powerless.

Even though taler I was pure blood, he had little interest.

"The original blood - tall! Where does his power come from? "

Wu Ming secretly set a goal for himself: "first try to extract blue blood, and then master the modulation technique... Find the most advanced biological blood, as the material to promote the knight!"

For such lineages, the purer and closer they are to the origin, the stronger they are naturally.

Wu Ming wants to be the best.

And even this is just the record of his extraordinary power.

"At the same time... We can't let go of the clues of magicians, witches and mages..."

He looked at Wuthering City: "this spring ploughing Festival, martial arts competition, maybe there will be harvest..."

……

A few months later.

Cold past, spring flowers.

The whole Wuthering city is welcoming adventurers, mercenaries, speculators, free knights and wandering knights from all over the world in a more noisy manner.

The consequences of the massive influx of people into Wuthering city are almost immediately revealed.

All the hotels in this city are full! And the cost has increased several times! All kinds of wine, even the most inferior local wine, is also declared sold out, meat and vegetable prices rose by 50%! Liuying's value has doubled, and she doesn't worry about no business at all.

Of course, the magistrates were also exhausted. In the end, the count of blue mountain had to put one of his regiments on patrol in the city, which barely stopped the deterioration of public security. However, the situation is still increasingly serious. Fresh bodies can be found in the sewers and stinky ditches of the city almost every day, and even the corpse bearers are a little busy.

In front of the castle, several huge tents were set up, in which a large number of clerks were registering the warriors who came to sign up for the contest.

"Here we are, master!"

Said Beatrice in a sweet voice, pointing to the big tent in front of her.

After she was cured, she was like a porcelain doll. Every inch of her skin was more delicate than silk, and milk was whiter than milk. She was a beautiful child who brought disaster to the country and the people.

Of course, at this time, she made a little camouflage, covering RongZi and the blue blood vessels, looking like a beautiful little maid.

"I know, you go to the line!"

Wu Ming drove him to be a slave.

According to his evil taste, Beatrice changed into the Maid Costume of her previous life, combined with her pretty face and noble training temperament, which made many big men can't bear to compete with her and even glare at Wu Ming.

Wu Ming didn't wait until it was her turn to look at the clerk in front of her.

"Name, place of birth, and twenty silver tales!"

The clerk in front of him was an old man in his 40s and 50s, who said in a mechanical tone.

"William! Free people from nya

Wu Ming replied and handed over a small bag of silver tales.

"Another guy who dreams of becoming a knight..."

The clerk sighed and quickly registered for Wu Ming: "take your number plate, wait for the notice of the competition... Warn in advance, there is no limit to this contest, disability and death are very normal things!"

"Also, you have only one person, so you can only take part in the singles! Weapons and horses need to be provided by themselves... As for armor? "

He looked Wu Ming up and down: "if you can get into the top eight, you may need it, but our kind Countess provides the service of renting armor, and the cost is very low. He only needs one gold Deron and bears the repair fee..."

"I know!"

When Wu Ming took the number plate, he saw that it simply recorded his personal information, and there was a line of Fengying plain numbers marked with 267.

"It seems that the competition will be quite fierce this time..."

He sighed in silence.

After all, in this foolish world with almost no hope, there are too few opportunities for the lower class to become an aristocrat. Some of them are willing to pay their lives for it!

……

A few days later, a huge horse team came to Wuthering city.

It was the nobles from all over the windfly plain, and the most important guest - Viscount Garcia!

Even though he had a fierce fight with the count of blue mountain before, at this time, they had been reconciled and were still married.

Before the declaration of war, this kind of peace was protected by the sacred oath.

The Earl of blue mountain, the Viscount of Garcia and the Archbishop of the church attended the celebration together. The bustle and noise may be the unforgettable memory of the residents of Wuthering city.

However, for Wu Ming, no matter how wonderful the programs from the outside world, or how inspiring the speeches of the count and Viscount Garcia, or how gorgeous the parades were, he could not see them.

Because at this time, he has been sitting in the tent with other warriors, quietly waiting for the arrival of the battle time.

A curtain seems to divide the inside and outside into two worlds.

Most of these warriors have solemn faces, quietly wiping their weapons and maintaining their armor. The expression on their faces is quite strange.

"Next... I announce that the martial arts competition officially begins!"

Faint voice came, and immediately there was a lot of cheers.

"Here we go!"

A clerk came in: "if you hear my number, go to the arena you should go to!"

"178, go to arena one! Don't know where? It doesn't matter, someone will guide you on the field! "

"56, arena three!"

"No.79, this time, what a lucky guy!"

This kind of battle, a failure, naturally there is no chance, is the most standard knockout.

Moreover, if you fight several times a day, you will have more time to rest, maintain your physical strength, and observe your opponent.

The clerk said enviously, and the lucky Spearman was immediately hostile to the brave men in the tent.

"Keke... And, No.12, No.5 challenge arena!"

"267! Challenge arena eight

……

Hearing his number, Wu Ming got up and walked out of the tent.

The warm sunlight made him squint. A lot of noise came, as if he was in the heat wave.

As you can see, it's a large square covered with loess.

Around the square, there is a circle of wooden stands and seats filled with excited residents.

The entire square was divided into eight parts and the initial preliminary election began.

"Because there are too many applicants, do you have to start the elimination race at the beginning and do it at the same time?"

Wu Ming came to his challenge arena and immediately met his opponent.

He looks less than 30 years old. He is wearing a piece of cowhide armor, holding double knives, and his skin is dark. After seeing Wu Ming's dress, his face suddenly looks ecstatic.

After all, at this time, Wu Ming only wore his usual shirt and trousers, without the slightest defense, as if he was just going out for a spring outing.

Bang!

All of a sudden, on the side of the challenge arena, the victory and defeat appeared in an instant, which surprised the referee.

"The winner, Adrian!"

He was stunned, and immediately announced aloud.

The warrior, who showed his terrible strength, had a cold face. Wearing only a white training suit, he nodded slightly when he heard the words. He walked out of the arena with a calm look in his every move.

"This man..."

Wu Ming's pupils shrank slightly.

"Adrian!"

A mercenary like fellow nearby exclaimed, "isn't he the glorious Knight of the church? Has it been announced that it has given up everything? Why take off the white robe of glory? "

This kind of guy who has been baptized by knights can be seen as a strong favorite for the championship, which makes other competitors very dissatisfied.

In the center of the square, on the high platform where the nobles gathered, viscount Garcia looked at the count of blue mountain and the Archbishop with a smile: "I didn't expect to see the exquisite skills of church Knights here. It's really wonderful!"

He was dressed in a sky blue robe, with long golden hair falling down. His skin was white, his eyes were like gems, and his mouth was slightly curved. He had an indescribable charm. At this time, the irony in his words was very obvious.

"Adrian has been excommunicated! He's playing as a free rider

The Archbishop's eyes were white, and he was still alive, and he said slowly.

"Since he is no longer a knight of the church, according to the laws of my territory, Mr. Adrian has the right to participate in the competition, there is no doubt about that!"

The count of blue mountain made a gesture, and the referee immediately understood the intention and announced the decision.

"Good! Good

Viscount Garcia did not say much, but his heart was tight.

Last time, he showed too much strength, which led to the close relationship between the count and the church.

"These are the princes of Fengying plain! The highest level of power

In a nearby seat, Baron Terry stares at the duel below with relish. Fred and other people stand behind the Baron like slaves, with an indescribable look of envy in their eyes.

"The winner! William from nya

All of a sudden, another duel came to an end, and the familiar name surprised Fidel.