Lin Ye: "Not afraid."

Just as he was talking, the people from Shangyang Palace and the Beiye Army arrived at the same time, and everyone hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Lin Ye discovered that one of the monitors in this area was the blue-robed priest Nie Wuzhi.

Nie Wuzhi whispered a few words to the chief of Beiye Army, who quickly agreed and then stepped forward.

"The first rule is that all martial arts practitioners who only light up one light do not need to participate in the competition."

Lei Hongliu: "What the fuck?"

It’s doubt and happiness.

Yan Xiniu: "Fuck!"

It's surprising and happy.

Xue Tongchui looked at Lin Ye, then nodded and said, "Brother Xiao Si, no wonder you're not afraid."

Then, I saw that Bai Chang's gaze fell on Lin Ye's face after scanning the crowd.

He raised his finger and pointed at Lin Ye: "Except him."

At this time, some people were naturally dissatisfied. Lei Hongliu was unwilling to let his disciples join the contract soldiers, but most people wanted to become a member of the contract soldiers.

It was an army built in accordance with the regulations of the border army, and was paid according to the regulations of the border army. As long as you were a minor official among the contract soldiers, it was also a matter of honor.

Isn't this the reason why ordinary people's families cultivate people who practice martial arts?

So someone shouted: "King Beiye has always been fair, and Shangyang Palace has always been bright. Why do you treat others so differently now?"

"Yes, other Yimang is not allowed to participate in the competition. He is also Yimang. Why can he?"

"If that's the case, how can we be fair?"

The hundred-year-old man's face was complicated, but he wasn't angry at all. Maybe even he felt that this matter was not easy to explain.

But he still gave a patient and gentle explanation: "What are you beeping about? You can participate in the competition even if you blow up a star. If you don't believe me, ask the priest!"

These words directly shifted the blame to Nie Wuzhi.

Nie Wuzhi had no choice but to step forward and explained: "Shangyang Palace will not indulge in malpractice for personal gain, let alone ignore national and military laws. Moreover, Shangyang Palace is not stingy."

He smiled and said: "For all of you friends who are also enlightening, you can try it again. If it explodes, you don't have to pay for it."

Lei Hongliu looked at Yan Xiniu and signaled that it was time for Yan Xiniu to speak.

Yan Xiniu cleared his throat and said: "Perhaps that is just a coincidence and not caused by the strength of the bad guys. Then the measuring stone may be broken..."

Nie Wuzhi said: "Master Yan, do you mean to let Lin Ye try again?"

Yan Xiniu: "If he tries again and fails to shine, will he be ineligible to participate in the competition?"

Nie Wuzhi nodded: "Of course."

Yan Xiniu was just about to say that he would let him try again, when Nie Wuzhi said seriously: "But if one more explodes, you will have to pay for it."

Yan Xiniu: "Then pull him down."

Turned around and went back.

Nie Wuji smiled and looked at everyone: "You can try it at any time. Each person is limited to one explosion. Those who succeed will come back immediately to participate in the competition. Anyone who stops will be against Shangyang Palace."

The centenarian thought for a while and nodded, feeling that as a member of the Kitano Army, he should also express his position: "Anyone who can do it will come!"

In the distance, on the high platform.

Tuoba Yunxi held her hand on the railing and looked here, smiling and asking the majestic man beside her.

"Brother, this kid is really fun. You can take a look at it more later."

Tuoba Lie looked worried: "Sister, we are not young anymore, but that baby is still young. We can't just cause harm to others..."

Tuoba Yunxi suddenly turned his head and stared.

Tuoba Lie took a step back and raised his thumb: "It's fun! It's so fun. It's fun if you say it's fun."

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Chapter completed!