Chapter 17 Encountering Yuanli again
Ten days passed in a blink of an eye, and the prelude to the Yuning Draft Conference in Peitung City was officially opened in full swing.
In the early morning, the conference venue at the drill station of Peitung City was already full of people, and the noise was endless. A huge two-meter-high ring with a surface that can accommodate hundreds of people stands tall in the sea of people. Ten light yellow crystal balls are neatly arranged in the center of the ring, and a huge black curtain is hung on each of the light yellow crystal ball.
Above the ring, the three giants of Peitung City sat at the high position behind the scenes and looked down at all the movements in the ring. Chen Xihong is in the middle, Yan Qinglong is on the left, and Qiu Mang, the owner of Peitung City, is on the right. After the three people, there stood a teenager, all looking at the crowd below with excitement. Above the high position of the three giants, Yu Wenluan was wearing a red skirt and stockings, shaking two small braids and sitting in the main seat, holding his chin in his hands and looking tired.
Dressed in neat clothes, he came to the left Hou test area next to the venue early and sat quietly in the position with his hands crossed and closed his eyes to rest. From time to time, young men and women in the test area have cast some expectant eyes. During this period, the reputation of Yingri has risen sharply in the city of Peitungsten. After all, the previously well-known waste suddenly jumped to the middle level of the samurai, which makes people feel unrealistic, so they also want to see what the rumor is True or false.
With a sound injected with a little martial power in the venue, the meeting officially began.
The voice was made by a middle-aged man in Yuning Palace guard costume: "The Yuning Palace Draft Conference has officially begun. Please follow the numbers sent to you by the conference, in groups of ten in order, and test them. Next, please come to the first group to the table in front of the crystal ball."
As soon as the words fell, five young men and women walked from the left and right candidate areas of the ring, standing in front of each crystal ball. After the man's movements, they reached their hands to the crystal ball.
In the crystal ball, bright rays were projected on the black curtain behind the crystal ball, and several shiny characters suddenly appeared on the curtain. The middle-aged man then shouted: "One group of No. 1 Wezilu, 19 years old, nine layers of martial power, medium qualification, pre-selected elimination; Group No. 2 debate peace, 18 years old, martial arts The first three-level, with high qualifications and qualified pre-selection; a group of No. 3..."
Several happy families are sad. After all, it is the draft of Yuning Palace. The requirements in terms of qualifications are indeed relatively strict. After several groups, only a few people can enter the next round.
When the seventh group came on the stage, a series of calls suddenly made a series of calls from the crowd, and saw two of the ten curtains on the court, and the golden characters shone on it: "..., the seventh group of No. 6 Ye Sicong, 19 years old, middle-level martial arts fifth-level, excellent qualification, pre-selected; Group 7 No. 7 Xie Suolin, 24 years old, martial artist middle-level Eighth floor, excellent qualification, qualified for pre-election;..."
The voice came from the two handsome young men and women on the court. After the test, they looked at each other and smiled, and walked down the ring hand in hand, as if they were a young couple.
Opening his eyes and looking at the two sweet people, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Yo, there are a pair of talented couples, but it's a pity that Binbin won't come with me, otherwise we should be able to cause such cheers."
At this time, Chen Yanghong, who was in a high position, flashed an imperceptible fluctuation in his old eyes and stared at the two until he walked off the ring.
After the couple's file, the other groups were like a scene, and there was no light that could cover the two people until the last group of Yingri.
"Next is the last group, which is also the most potential seed group of our training tungsten city this year. Please come to the stage." The middle-aged man looked up at the three giants under the main position and nodded with a smile. The three teenagers behind the three giants quickly walked into the ring.
He stood up and walked slowly to the ring. Seeing that Yuan Li was also in the seed group, he was slightly stunned: 'Can you rank in this group just by his strength?'
The corners of his mouth raised the same dangerous arc as on the playground of Yanfu that day. He smiled evilly and walked to the front of the crystal ball without saying a word.
"No. 1 in the seed group, Yan Yingwen, Aiko, captain of Yan Qinglong, has just turned 14 years old this year. Please put your hand on the crystal ball." The middle-aged man smiled and nodded to the question and said loudly.
At this time, he was excited and put his hands on the crystal ball, and the curtain suddenly shone with a few big characters: 14th, the middle-level four-level martial artist, qualified gold!
Jin Cancan's big character made the venue suddenly hear the sound of inhaling. I had heard that the son of the Yan family was born, but I didn't expect it to be so horrible. 14 years old, only 14 years old.
Yan Qinglong's face on the stage is full of complacency at this moment, and it is no wonder that anyone who has such an outstanding son will feel that there is light on his face.
Although the following people's grades are good, the light of the question is too bright, which makes these people's qualifications seem mediocre.
"No. 7 of the seed group, Chen Yuanli, the golden grandson of Captain Chen Xihong, please put your hand on the crystal ball." The middle-aged man walked to the bottom of the dark curtain and made a loud voice again. While touching the crystal ball with his hands, he quietly clicked a dark place under the dark curtain. Suddenly, a few golden words appeared on the dark curtain: '19, the third-level martial artist's middle level, excellent qualification!'
This small action may not be noticed by others, but it can't escape Ying Ri's shrewd eyes, because the angle of the place where Ying Ri is standing can be seen clearly.
"It turned out that he played such a trick. It seems that Chen Xihong has also spent a lot of time on this guy." He sneered in his heart, but Ying Ri was silent and did not expose it on the spot, because it was unnecessary for Ying Ri now.
"The wind is full of wind - enlightenment."
As soon as the idea moved, Ying Ri's figure quickly strung out. Everyone under the stage only felt that something seemed to be shaking on the stage. They looked carefully, but did not find anything wrong.
After a few breaths, thunderous laughter broke out from the stage. Yu Wenluan on the main throne even pointed to the middle of the platform covering his stomach and laughing forward and backward.
At this time, Yuanli stood in front of the crystal ball with a spring breeze on his face. Suddenly, he felt as if he had been blown by the wind. Then he heard the laughter of the people under the stage. He turned his head and looked under the stage. His face was puzzled. The seed candidates next to him also couldn't help laughing, which made the monk Yuanli be confused.
At this time, Chen Xihong's old face was red in the high position, and the voice injected with the power of martial arts sounded in his ear: "Your trousers were taken off by that word. Why don't you put them on quickly? My old face is about to be lost."
"Yes, no wonder I feel cool underneath, what...?" After a pause, Yuan immediately reacted, suddenly picked up the trousers that fell to the ground and blushed, and stared angrily at Ying Ri who was not far from him with blood-eyed eyes.
Looking at Yuanli, Yingri's mouth raised a touch of joking curvature and said coldly, "Mr. Yuanli, I don't know if you still remember the oath I made that day. Don't you naively think it's just my angry words?"