"I happen to know a lot of ways to stimulate blood..."

Wu Ming looked at Beatrice in front of him.

Obviously, if you train yourself carefully, this little girl will have a great chance of activate her bloodline and gaining power and talent that ordinary people can't imagine.

"I didn't expect... I still have to pick up the power of my blood in the end..."

Even though he created a way to smash the void that is more powerful than bloodline martial arts, the universe rejects the power of the fairy martial arts world, but instead has similarities in the lower-level bloodline power. Wu Ming naturally picked up the previous research without caring about it.

"I have the recipe, and the ingredients are clear..."

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

Of course, after knowing this, he was not in a hurry.

After all, the bloodline on Beculius's body is too far away from the original blood, thin and has little power.

Even though Tale I's pure blood, he was not very interested.

"Original Blood Tale! Where does his power come from?"

Wu Ming secretly set a goal for himself: "First try to extract blue blood, then proficient in modulation techniques... find the most advanced biological bloodline as a material for promoting knight!"

For this kind of bloodline, the purer it is, the closer it is to the origin, the stronger it is.

If Wu Ming wants to do it, he must do his best.

And even this is just a registration for him to obtain extraordinary power.

"At the same time... we cannot let go of clues from thugs, wizards, and wizards..."

He looked at Wusha City: "This spring plowing ceremony and martial arts competition may bring you some rewards..."

...

A few months later.

The cold passes and spring is warm and flowers are blooming.

The entire Whirling City welcomes adventurers, mercenaries, speculators, as well as free knights and wandering knights from all directions in a more noisy manner.

The consequences of the large number of people pouring into the Whirling City were almost immediately revealed.

All hotels in this city are full! And the costs have increased by several times! All kinds of alcohol, even the worst local wine, are sold out, and the prices of meat and vegetables have increased by 50%! Liuying has doubled its value and has no worries about not having any business.

Of course, the sheriffs were also exhausted. In the end, the Earl of Blue Mountain had to put all his soldiers into the city to patrol, which barely stopped the deterioration of public security. However, the situation was still getting worse. Fresh corpses could be found almost every day in the sewers and stinky ditches of the city, and even the corpse-carrying man was a little too busy.

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

"Master, we're here!"

Beatrice pointed to the large tent in front and said in a sweet voice.

After curing her stubborn disease, she looked like a porcelain doll, with every inch of her skin being delicate than silk and fair inches of milk, which was simply a beauty that harmed the country and the people.

Of course, at this time she made a little disguise, covering her face and blue blood vessels, looking like a beautiful little maid.

"I know, you go and queue up!"

Wu Ming drove him, the female slave, unceremoniously.

According to his bad taste, Beatrice changed into the maid outfit of her previous life. With her handsome face and aristocratic temperament, many great men couldn't bear to compete with her, and even glared at Wu Ming.

Wu Ming, however, waited without any awareness until it was his turn to come to Bi Cuisi and looked at the clerk in front of him.

"Report the name, place of birth, and pay twenty Yintale!"

The clerk in front of him was an old man in his forties or fifties, who spoke in a mechanical tone.

"William! Free people from the town of Nia!"

Wu Ming replied, handing over a small bag of silver tale.

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

The secretary sighed and quickly registered Wu Ming: "Hold your license plate and wait for the game notification... Warn in advance that there is no restrictions on this competition, and disability and death are normal!"

"Also, you only have one person, so you can only participate in single races! Weapons and horses need to bring your own... As for armor?"

He looked Wu Ming up and down: "If you can successfully enter the top eight, you may need it, but our kind Count provides the service of renting armor, and the cost is also quite low. You only need a Jin Delong and bear the repair fee..."

"I see!"

Wu Ming took the license plate and saw that it simply recorded his personal information, and there was a line of numbers from Fengying Plain marked with the words 267.

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

He sighed silently in his heart.

After all, in this ignorant world with almost no hope, there are too few opportunities for the lower class to become a nobleman. Some are people who are willing to sacrifice their lives for this!

...

A few days later, a huge team of horses arrived at Wusha City.

That was the nobles from all over the Fengying Plain, and the most important guest, Viscount Garcia!

Even though he had fought a fierce battle with the Earl of Blue Mountain, the two had already reconciled and had a relationship with their father-in-law and son-in-law.

Before war was declared, this peace was protected by the divine oath.

The Count of Blue Mountain, Viscount Garcia, and the Archbishop of the Church attended the celebration together. The lively and noisy may be the memory that the residents of Howling City will never forget in their lives.

However, for Wu Ming, no matter how exciting the outside world's programs are, or how exciting the speeches of the Earl and Viscount Garcia are, or how gorgeous the various parades are, he can't see them.

Because at this time, he was already sitting in the tent with other warriors participating in the competition, 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 looked solemn, quietly wiping their weapons and maintaining their armor. The expression on their faces was quite strange.

"Next...I announce that the competition has officially begun!"

A faint sound came, and then a lot of cheers came.

"here we go!"

A clerk came in: "I heard that I reported the number and go to the arena you should go to!"

"No. 178, go to the No. 1 ring! Don't know the place? It doesn't matter, someone will guide you on the field!"

"No. 56, arena 3!"

"On the 79th, this time bye, what a lucky guy!"

This kind of battle will naturally have no chance if it fails in one battle. It is the most standard knockout round.

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 with some envy, and the lucky spearman was immediately unanimously hostile to the warriors in the tent.

"Ahem...and, No. 12, No. 5!"

"No. 267! Arena 8!"

...

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

The warm sunlight shone down, making him squint his eyes, and a lot of noise came, as if he was in a heat wave.

As you can see, there is 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 pieces, and the initial pre-select began.

"Because there are too many people who sign up, I have to do the knockout round at the beginning and do it at the same time?"

Wu Ming came to his ring and immediately saw his opponent this time.

He looked less than thirty years old, wearing a cowhide armor, holding a double knife, and his skin was pitch black. After seeing Wu Ming's outfit, his face suddenly showed a look of ecstasy.

After all, Wu Ming was only wearing his usual shirt and trousers, without any defense, as if he was just going out for a spring outing.

Bang!

Suddenly, the winner and the loss appeared in an instant on the ring next to it, so quickly that the referee was a little surprised.

"Victor, Adrien!"

He was stunned for a moment and then announced loudly.

The samurai who showed his terrifying strength looked cold-faced, wearing only a white training suit. He nodded slightly when he heard this, and walked out of the ring, with a calm look in every move.

"This person..."

Wu Ming's pupils shrank slightly.

"Adrien!"

A guy who looked like a mercenary next to him exclaimed: "He is not a knight of glory of the church? Has he announced that he has given up everything? Why did he take off his glorious white robe?"

This guy who has been baptized by the Cavaliers can tell at a glance that he is a powerful hot spot for the championship, which makes other contestants very dissatisfied.
To be continued...