Chapter 163 The Pilgrimage Begins

"It's begun." Qin Fan was sitting cross-legged on the bed practicing. When he heard the loud bell, he groaned in his heart and opened his eyes. He knew that it was the assembly bell coming from the royal family of Daqian Kingdom. All the pilgrims are summoned for review before heading to the Zhenwu Temple.

Officially embark on the pilgrimage!

After getting up from the bed, Qin Fan walked to the window and looked down. He could see countless people walking out of the building. The pilgrims walked directly towards the palace, while the ordinary people were lying on their knees. On the side of the road, facing the direction of the bell, I feel pious.

Thousands of pilgrims flowed towards the palace like a torrent, which looked very spectacular.

Qin Fan, Tian Meng and Xue Jun soon joined the torrent, just walking slowly with the crowd, seemingly like the most ordinary water droplets among them, without even making a splash.

Here, every pilgrim has a level of cultivation above that of a martial artist!

Here, every pilgrim is a leader in his or her own family or city!

Here, every pilgrim is a proud son of heaven, and every one of them is a talented young man who is famous!

Becoming a martial artist at the age of twenty can be regarded as a gifted person in ordinary cities. There are only a few in the whole city. However, here, this is only the minimum standard. Even a twenty-year-old innate martial artist cannot be ranked in the top ten!

These young people who once stood out in their respective cities, when they came here, they became inconspicuous like water drops falling into the sea.

Just like Tian Meng and Xue Jun, both are the four great sons of Nanfeng City, and have always been the goals of all the young people in Nanfeng City. However, when they come here, they are only at the middle level, and they still have to worry about guarantees.

This torrent of geniuses did not stop until it reached the vast review square of the imperial city. Someone had already guided the young people here to arrange them one by one according to grade and area.

Thousands of pilgrims, the Zhenwu family disciples of each rank stood in a square, from high to low, from front to back. Although the Zhenwu family of fifth rank and above can send three representatives, in terms of the total number of pilgrims, The arrangement is still from least to most, the size of the blocks is from small to large, and the largest number of people is the low-level ninth-grade Zhenwu family, accounting for more than half of the people.

As a member of a ninth-grade Zhenwu family, Qin Fan could only sit at the end of the queue, quiet and ordinary, inconspicuous. Except for acquaintances and enemies, no one else would pay attention to him.

Here, geniuses gather.

Here, monsters abound.

Here, only the strong can stand out.

"when……"

After the last bell rang, everything seemed to come to an abrupt end.

The vast square suddenly became extremely quiet at this moment. At this moment, no one dared to whisper to each other. At this moment, you could even hear thousands of people breathing in the same rhythm.

Suddenly a gust of morning wind blew through, blowing the hair of the young people, hitting their cheeks, blowing their clothes, and making a sound, but everyone stood still and motionless.

Every pilgrim is waiting quietly for that moment to arrive.

A moment later, an old man wearing a red robe with gilded lotus flowers embroidered on his body appeared in front of the pilgrims. This old man had red hair and a solemn face. His eyes swept across the whole place and he spoke loudly:

"The following is the list of pilgrims this time. Those whose names are announced will report. Those who fail to register will lose their pilgrim qualifications and their title of Zhenwu Family will be cancelled."

Hearing such a severe punishment, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath for fear of missing their names. If there are still people who haven't come to report, they are probably from families that don't even have a martial artist under the age of twenty-two.

"The Qianjing Qin family of the first-grade Zhenwu family, Qin Haoyang, Qin Yueming, Qin Han."

"There are three pilgrims from the Qin family in Qianjing, and they are all in place."

"The Cai family of Luocheng, a first-grade true martial family, Cai Xuan, Cai Yao, Cai Xiao."

"There are three pilgrims from the Cai family in Luocheng, and they are all in place."

"Chang Xiao, the Chang family of Wancheng, a ninth-grade Zhenwu family."

"A pilgrim from the Chang family in Wancheng has taken his place."

It took more than an hour before the lengthy list was finally read out. This is the review ceremony, which represents honor and responsibility.

Here, no one dared to show any impatience. Even if some disciples from aristocratic families felt drowsy, but the matter was so important, they all used martial energy to stimulate themselves to stay awake, otherwise they would regret it if they missed their name.

"A total of 3,650 pilgrims from Daqian Kingdom are present this time, and 75 are absent. After this pilgrimage is over, these families will all be revoked from the title of Zhenwu Family."

After reading for more than an hour, the old man in red robe showed no change in expression and was out of breath. He still announced with a solemn expression. After he finished speaking, he rolled up the long list scroll into a thick roll, raised it high above his head, and took one step. Take one step, then head towards the long steps behind you, bow and climb up the steps.

When he reached the end of the steps, he knelt on the ground respectfully, raised the scroll, and said respectfully: "There are a total of 3,650 pilgrims from Daqian Kingdom. Please apply for pilgrimage. I hope the god will approve it."

On the high platform, there was an old man in purple robe sitting. Seeing that the old man in red robe was already kneeling on the ground, he stood up with the same solemn expression, walked to the old man in red robe, took the list, and said loudly: " allow!"

Qin Fan quietly looked at the two old men on the stage from below, and found that their strength was invisible.

"Martial Master?" Qin Fan felt a little chilled in his heart. Just by looking at them from a distance, he could feel the powerful aura of these two people. The powerful feeling they gave him was far more powerful than that of a spiritual martial artist.

Immediately afterwards, the old man in purple robes, who was known as the God, stood up and calmly scanned the audience, and then his majestic voice began to spread throughout the audience.

"Soon you people will enter the trial place. The specific trial rules will be announced before entering the trial place. But now I can reveal to you that there are pilgrims from Dakun Country who will enter with you. , there will be fierce competition between you!”

"Only the strong can stand out, and the weak will be eliminated miserably! This time you are not only fighting for yourself, but also fighting for your family and your country! So you must use all your strength and use up all your strength. Fight with all your strength!”

"Da Kun Country?" There are many pilgrims who did not know before that there would be people outside Da Qian Country involved in this pilgrimage. Now they can't help but feel a little uneasy after hearing this, but the eyes of the old man in purple robes However, no one dared to make any unusual move at this time.

"Once you enter the place of trial, you will be responsible for your life and death!"

"The glory of the God of True Martial Arts shines upon you, and you are about to create your own glory under the gaze of the God of True Martial Arts!"

"The pilgrimage begins!"
Chapter completed!