Chapter 270 The Evil Young Master of the Wen Family
"Senior brother is spoiling Qin Lan too much. If she keeps eating like this, she will become as fat as a pig."
Looking at the greedy Qin Lan, Huaizhu shook his head helplessly.
"Qin Lan is in the growth stage. Eat more and your body will be stronger."
Jin Renfeng said indifferently.
"I won't get fat. I can eat a lot but I won't gain weight."
Qin Lan stuffed cakes into her mouth and spoke incoherently.
Seeing this, Jin Renfeng and Huai Zhu couldn't help but laugh out loud.
. . . . . .
After breakfast, the group rushed to the venue on their swords.
After a round of preliminaries, most of the contestants in today's venue were gone, leaving only sixty-three people.
However, there were a lot more spectators outside the stadium.
Among the audience, Jin Renfeng also saw some contestants who had been defeated before.
I think those people did not leave after being defeated, but chose to stay here to watch other people's competitions, learn from their experiences and lessons, and gain more knowledge.
When the appointed time came, a man in Taoist robes flew into the air and announced loudly,
“今日将进行63进32，32进16两轮正赛。比赛形式为一对一比武，进而决出大赛的16位晋级选手。”
"Since there is an odd number of contestants in the first round, one of them will be given a bye. He will proceed directly to the next round."
"The opponents will be selected through a draw, so please be ready."
The red wooden box was put out again, and sixty-three people came forward one by one to draw lots.
It didn't take long before it was Jin Renfeng's turn.
Standing in front of the wooden box, Jin Renfeng had a strange look in his eyes.
"It's okay for the preliminaries, but for the finals, this wooden box is too simple! If there is someone who knows how to see through things, I'm afraid they can see through the slips inside."
He secretly complained in his mind, and at the same time tentatively released his spiritual awareness to sense the contents.
However, unexpectedly, as soon as the spiritual consciousness touched the outer wall of the wooden box, it was blocked by an invisible light shield.
"It turns out that this plain-looking wooden box is actually a magic weapon."
There was a look of realization in the golden man's eyes.
"No wonder these Dao League people are so relieved."
Seeing that the wooden box had protective measures, Jin Renfeng did not test it any further. He drew the lot honestly, put it in his palm, and turned away.
Only after he left the crowd and returned to his two junior sisters did he unfold the note.
All I saw were the words "Yichou" written on it.
"Big Brother, who is your opponent?"
Qin Lan asked,
"I don't know yet."
Jin Renfeng handed the note to Xiao Qinlan.
"The note only stated the match number, not the specific opponent."
"Due to changes in the competition schedule, eight stages, number one to eight, will be open today. Stage nine will be used as a backup stage and will be temporarily closed."
The host's voice interrupted their conversation.
"According to the rules of the tournament, the Heavenly Stems represent the competition venues, and the Earthly Branches represent the competition rounds. The contestants who draw the Xinmao lot will have a bye this round."
"Please enter the venue one by one, contestants."
As soon as the words fell, someone in the room excitedly raised a piece of paper and shouted,
"I got a bye, I got a bye!"
The man jumped up and down in ecstasy.
Seeing that he was given a bye, the people around him couldn't help but look envious.
"Who is that person?"
"I don't know him. I think he is a casual cultivator."
"He's really lucky, he was directly promoted to the top 32!"
"Who says it isn't?"
Many people talked about it.
Glancing at the excited cultivator, Jin Renfeng slowly shook his head.
This person was only concerned about his ranking in the competition and forgot the purpose of his trip.
For independent cultivators, what is important in a competition is never the ranking, but to build a reputation and gain recognition from the top leaders of the Taoist Alliance.
Because of this, it is not a good choice for individual cultivators to get a bye.
After all, if you can't demonstrate your strength, what's the difference between 32 and 64?
"Yi Mao should be the second show on channel two."
Huaizhu said softly,
"There is still some time before my senior brother's match."
“You still have to wait so long!”
Qin Lan had a bitter face.
"It would be great if Senior Brother could draw a bye. Then I can go straight back to the inn and have a good sleep."
Jin Renfeng rubbed the little girl's head.
"Don't forget that we are here to make the villa famous.*
"If we get a bye, we'll have one less game. If we can't show our strength, how can we become famous? What's the point of this game?"
After hearing this, Qin Lan nodded, not quite understanding.
. . . . . .
In less than half a quarter of an hour, sixteen contestants followed instructions and walked onto the stage.
Jin Renfeng glanced at the contestants and found that Wen Bolin from the Wen family was among them, and was flying towards the No. 3 ring.
"Let's go to Arena No. 3 and see how strong this legendary young master of the Wen family is."
Jin Renfeng suggested.
Because he and Wen Bolin were in the same match yesterday, he did not see Wen Bolin's game situation, nor did he understand his skills and strengths.
Today is a good opportunity to make up for it.
Huaizhu naturally agreed to this.
The three of them walked around the ring together.
As the eldest son of the Wen family, Wen Bolin was very popular. Before the match started, the ring was surrounded by spectators. Even the reporters were already waiting on the side.
“There are too many people here.”
Qin Lan had a bitter face.
There were tall and strong spectators in the front, and they, the shorter ones, were standing at the back of the crowd, so they could only see their backs.
Jin Renfeng drew out the Xunli sword and let Qin Lan step on it to lift it up.
He and Huaizhu used their magic power to fly into the air.
Like the demon race, humans also have the ability to fly, but their speed is not as fast as flying with objects, and it consumes more mana, so humans usually use the ability to fly with objects for long distances.
The three of them floated two feet high, just enough to see the arena in front of them from behind the crowd.
After all this trouble, the two people in the field were now fighting each other.
Jin Renfeng looked around and saw a man holding a spear, waving it around, making a series of spear flowers. The other man was fat, but his movements were as fast as lightning. When he moved, there were faint flashes of electricity all over his body.
"Sister, these two people are entangled with each other, which one is the Wen Bolin?"
Qin Lan didn't quite understand and asked.
"The Wen family is famous for the Nine Heavens Universal Transformation Divine Thunder. The one who can wield lightning is Wen Bolin himself."
Huaizhu explained.
Wen Bolin was about eighteen or nineteen years old at this time. He was very tall, had a beard on his face, and was wearing gorgeous clothes.
If you don’t know his identity, you might think he is some local rich man!
"Give up, poor fellow! With your broken gun, you won't be able to touch the edge of my clothes even if you practice for decades."
In the field, Wen Bolin dodged his opponent's stab and taunted.
The young man opposite looked angry. He shouted loudly, and the spear in his hand emitted a faint red light. Then he pulled his arm back and suddenly threw the spear out.
whoosh-
In an instant, the spear turned into a red light and flew towards Wen Bolin's forehead.
"You still don't give up? You poor bastards are really stubborn."
Wen Bolin showed disdain on his face. He took a slow step to the side and the spear immediately brushed past his shoulder.
The spear missed, but the young man showed no sign of emotion. Instead, he silently used his spiritual sense to control the spear and turned around to fight back.
Glancing at the spear behind him, Wen Bolin put his hands behind his back, his body wrapped in purple lightning, and walked towards the man.
Although his movements were leisurely, his speed was extremely fast and he was always one step ahead of the spear.
There was a figure in front, a spear behind, and two rays of light flew towards the young man, one in front and one behind.
"How is this possible? How can your speed exceed that of the magic weapon?" The young man said in disbelief as he looked at the spear falling behind him.
boom--
Wen Bolin rushed to the young man and punched him in the face.
The man fell to the ground instantly, blood splattered on his face, and he lost consciousness.
clang——
Without the control of its master, the red spear immediately fell to the ground.
"Troublemaker, you think that's worthy of being called a magic weapon?"
Wen Bolin showed a look of contempt, and as he spoke, he raised his palm, revealing a purple bracelet.
“This is called a magic weapon.”
"Your broken gun is not even a legacy magic weapon. How can it be called a magic weapon?"
"shameless!"
"Pooh!"
As he spoke, Wen Bolin spat at the unconscious young man and casually kicked him aside.
"This is a rookie competition. Since your opponent has fallen to the ground, you should stop immediately. Continuing to attack is against the rules of the competition."
Seeing him attacking an unconscious person, the referee in the air quickly spoke out to dissuade him.
"So what if I violated the rules? I'm the eldest son of the Wen family. Go ahead and file a complaint if you have the guts!"
Wen Bolin said arrogantly.
"The rules cannot be compromised. This time, considering that you are a first-time offender, I am only giving you a warning. If you do it again, I will disqualify you and expel you from the competition."
The referee yelled.
"Disqualify me? Just because of you? Who do you think you are!"
Wen Bolin spat on the ground.
"Might as well tell you that my dad is up there."
As he said this, he pointed to a low peak nearby.
"See, Master Wen! The highest referee of this conference is my father! If you want to cancel my referee qualification, you have to see if you have the ability to do so."
Being humiliated in public, the referee's face turned red with anger, but there was nothing he could do.
After all, he was just a temporary referee of the martial arts competition. In terms of his background, he was from a small family. He really had no ability to deal with the son of a noble family.
Seeing that the referee dared not say anything, Wen Bolin swaggered off the ring.
"Master Wen, could you please accept our interview?"
At this time, a female reporter walked up holding the phantom stone and started the interview with an eager look.
The eldest son of a big family like this has always been the focus of ordinary people. No matter how arrogant his temperament is, as long as he is interviewed, he will bring heat.
The Daomeng Daily will naturally not be missed.
Among the crowd outside the venue.
"There is only a wrong name, not a wrong nickname. This young master of the Wen family really lives up to his reputation."
Jin Renfeng said with emotion.
At this time, Wen Bolin had not suffered a blow yet and was still the domineering and arrogant young man.
"Elder Wen was at the scene. When Wen Bolin made a mistake, he didn't do anything about it?"
Huaizhu frowned.
She has always hated people who relied on their family background to act arrogantly.
"If Elder Wen was a strict person, how could he have raised someone like Wen Bolin?"
Jin Renfeng shook his head.
"In a case like this, it must be due to poor parenting that such bad consequences have occurred."
Huaizhu sighed, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Jin Renfeng looked at the field with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Putting aside Wen Bolin's various mischievous behaviors, his strength is definitely among the best in this competition.
Maybe his talent is not top-notch, but because he is older, compared to those children at the Blue Sky Conference, Wen Bolin's strength is more mature at this time, and he has already reached the threshold of a great demon.
If the inherited magic weapon on his wrist is included, I'm afraid he can already reach the level of a demon king.
He is on par with Xiao Tianyuan.
"We really can't underestimate these future strong men!"
Jin Renfeng felt emotional.
Even though it is not yet Wen Bolin's peak period, he has already shown some brilliance.
The competition was over and the crowd gradually dispersed.
"Idiot, you guys are here to watch Wen Bolin's competition too!"
A cute voice sounded not far away.
Jin Renfeng turned his head and, as expected, saw a red-haired girl walking towards him from the side of the ring.
"Why do you look so unhappy when you see me? What? Do you hate me?"
Li Muchen walked up to the young man and spoke teasingly.
"How could that be? Miss Li has helped me a lot, I can't thank you enough!"
Jin Renfeng chuckled.
Although this girl is a villain, his opinion of her is gradually changing as they get along with each other in daily life.
After all, Li Muchen is just a black-bellied girl now, and she is still far from becoming a villain in the future. It is not appropriate to judge people by the stereotypes in memory.
"That's pretty much it!"
Li Muchen nodded with satisfaction, then pointed at the people around him.
"Let me introduce you. This is my cousin, Li Jingang. He is also here to collect intelligence on Wen Bolin."
"Didn't you want to get to know him before? Now I've brought him to you."
After hearing the girl's reminder, Jin Renfeng then noticed the tall and strong man beside her.
"So this is Brother Li Jingang. I have heard of your name for a long time."
Jin Renfeng bowed and saluted.
"Little brother, don't be so polite, just call me King Kong. Our Li family has always been on good terms with your Shenhuoshan Manor. Before, my family even let me get closer to you."
Li Jingang patted his shoulder in a familiar manner and laughed twice.
Infected by his generosity, Jin Renfeng agreed directly.
"By the way, which round are you competing in?"
Li Muchen asked.
"The second match is on stage number two."
The Golden Phoenix Road.
"Isn't this the next game? Why are you still so leisurely?"
Li Muchen was surprised, and then he realized something.
"That's right, Terminal 2 is nearby, so you don't have to rush over."
She turned her head and said to Li Jingang,
"Cousin, don't underestimate this idiot because he is very strong! This is a good opportunity for you to watch his game and test his abilities so that you can be prepared for the future."
"Ms. Li, although we haven't been together for a long time, we are still good friends! How can you betray your friends like this?"
Seeing Li Muchen helping his cousin to gather information about his family, Jin Renfeng was speechless.
"Friend? Is there anyone who calls a friend "Miss"? "
Li Muchen snorted coldly.
"Besides, even if they are friends, it doesn't stop me from gathering information for my cousin! I can still tell who is far away and who is near."
Jin Renfeng shook his head helplessly.
"I also saw the fight between my little brother and Xiao Tianyuan before. Your divine fire is really powerful. Even without Mu Chen's guidance, I would still go to the scene to watch it."
Li Jingang said.
"My divine fire skills are just the beginning, and cannot compare to Brother King Kong's magical weapons."
Jin Renfeng replied.
"Okay, stop chasing each other. If we keep delaying like this, the competition will really start."
Qin Lan couldn't help but speak.
"Let's go to the ring and see who our opponent is!"
After hearing this, the group stopped talking and headed towards Platform No. 2.
(End of this chapter)
