Chapter 2687: Twelve Years Old

The Star Room is where the five losers of the challenge qualifiers are located. This is also the "waiting area." Jù Kuí calls out a name, and that person leaves the room to ascend the stage and challenge.

Furthermore, there are no VIP rooms for on-site viewing. Even the host stands at the side of the field. The only protagonists of the Yellow River Assembly are the current era's prodigies.

Above the high platform, three talent positions suspend three quiet rooms. The Heaven, Profound, Earth, and Snow rooms have mirror walls on all sides, allowing all audience members to appreciate the heroic postures of the current era's prodigies. However, unless the host permits, no communication is allowed between inside and outside.

Gōng Wèizhāng, wearing armor, is cold and stern, not speaking. He simply rests his knife horizontally on his knee and slowly wipes it with a piece of black cloth.

The Sun Room is where the six great hegemonic countries' prodigies, who have already secured main competition spots, and the Water Clan's Lù Yún are located.

Every prodigy who subsequently confirms their main competition spot will enter this room.

"Brothers and sisters, how strong is this Zàng Shūhéng? He looks very formidable." Bào Xuánjǐng is exactly at a naive age, blooming brightly with an impeccable smile. He raises a topic in the room.

As the "most child prodigy" on the field, Bào Xuánjǐng and thirteen-year-old Fán Zhèng are even more exaggerated existences compared to the year's Gān Cháng'ān, who "could reach Cháng'ān at eight years old."

Gān Cháng'ān only came to the outer building field of the Yellow River Assembly at nineteen years old. They ascend the stage at twelve and thirteen.

Although in orthodox cultivation concepts, at this age the body is not yet fully grown, strength is still insufficient, and the mind is not stable enough, one should not delve too deeply into supernatural cultivation. But the so-called absolute world prodigies always have places different from others.

Considering the other people sitting in the same room are only one or two years older than them, this is actually not so unacceptable.

For example, Bào Xuánjǐng was born with Dao veins, born supernatural. At eight years old he was still practicing martial arts basics, at nine he entered Cháo Wèn Dào Heavenly Palace, at ten he formally started cultivation, and at twelve he knocked open his inner mansion.

Two years from wandering veins to inner mansion is not rare.

Because the famous Town River True Monarch also became supernatural at seventeen and won the Yellow River championship at nineteen.

Today's child prodigies are even more precocious, and are also viewed by many people as proof of the era's development.

Bào Xuánjǐng asks again: "Yuán Chū brother, I see that Wàn Guó's Xú Zhīyì is also quite formidable. Aren't you both from the Dao school? If the two of you meet, what will you do?"

Xiè Yuán Chū completely doesn't want to bother with this little brat, only perfunctorily saying: "Since we're on the stage, each will rely on their own means."

To promote Yù Jǐng Shān's recovery, the three branches of the Dao school have struggled openly and secretly for how many years, and this year they can be said to have exerted effort together.

Pénglái Island clearly supports Yù Jǐng Shān as the representative of the Dao country to participate in the Yellow River Assembly. Dà Luó Mountain even directly withdrew from the competition and gave out spots.

This time, the prodigies who came to the Yellow River Assembly to contend for fame for Yù Jǐng Shān are not one, but two. One is placed in the inner mansion field, and one in the unrestricted field.

What's relatively awkward is that the person representing Yù Jǐng Shān in the inner mansion field is Xú Zhīyì... not him, Xiè Yuán Chū.

After all, he is a person from Pénglái Island and took Jìng Guó's main competition spots.

Bào Xuánjǐng's question is somewhat a slap in his face, but he is still unable to argue, whether the other is intentional or not. Twelve years old is too misleading an age...

Xú Zhīyì swept through the preliminary race like a bamboo, while he, Xiè Yuán Chū, bathed in the glory of the Central Empire and enjoyed the main competition spots. If his ranking falls behind the other, he dare not imagine what waves of criticism he will welcome.

And if they meet directly, that is an even greater life test. Even putting his life on the stage, he dare not lose.

Bào Xuánjǐng blinks his eyes: "Then when Yuán Chū brother meets me, you may not hold back."

Xiè Yuán Chū's mouth twitches: "I will."

He really will.

On the stage, sword qi flies in disarray, mechanisms roar.

"Can't say, can only go and fight Qiū Mèngzhōu." Standing in the waiting area, Jiāng Ān'ān silently thinks.

Si Pavilion Master shouldn't be that petty... right?

Once the challenge race begins, they, these reserve players, are not allowed to have contact with the outside world again. All responses are only on-site.

The competition process is very exciting, but it is unrelated to the waiting challengers.

Jiāng Ān'ān only quietly waits, silently changing her opponent to Qiū Mèngzhōu in Rú Mèng Líng and opening the pre-battle rehearsal.

Suddenly there is a crackling sound. Jiāng Ān'ān looks up, only to see countless mechanism parts wither like flower petals, and Zàng Shūhéng's face is completely changed, lying in the center of the parts... Water waves gently ripple over all of this.

Liáng Wǎnbái sheathes her sword, using this vague human shape of flesh and blood to declare Yǒng Guó's Yellow River journey ended here.

Indeed, a killing sword tempered in disaster water.

Jiāng Ān'ān wonders if she really chose this one, whether she can truly seize the opportunity as Brother Zhū said.

For her dear brother and Brother Zhū and the others, some things are as simple as eating and drinking water.

It's a pity she hasn't eaten well since she was small, and doesn't like to drink water, always drinking sweet soup...

Waiting to challenge Qiū Mèngzhōu, she really shouldn't be too confident. Brother Zhū's judgment of strength is definitely accurate, but the premise is that she is able to play to her strength, not lose control because of arrogance or nervousness.

"... Mǎ Yúnzhōu from Qú Guó, please ascend the stage." Jù Kuí's voice is without waves.

The second challenger passes by Jiāng Ān'ān's side, still cups his hands and smiles at Jiāng Ān'ān, then leaves the Star Room and ascends the martial arts stage.

"The world's sword overlord in the south border, I have lived in the north for many years, I want to challenge Brother Qiū Mèngzhōu." On the martial arts stage, the talented Mǎ Yúnzhōu loudly declares his choice.

Bái Yùxiá, who participated throughout the pre-race guidance in the watching seats, straightens her thigh. Does she have to have this bad luck? There are no soft persimmons on Guān Hé Tái. The target selected by the think tank is only relative to Jiāng Ān'ān, the exact counter-style. Now they are all being snatched first... It's time for her to turn the battle!

"What are you pulling me for?" Xú Xiàngqián glares.

Jiāng Ān'ān, waiting in the Star Room, also has a constipated expression at this time.

Her beautiful face, like a flower and the moon, is inexplicably wrinkled, wanting to speak but stopping. Because she doesn't have the habit of saying dirty words, she doesn't know how to express her mood.

This person just came over to chat, saying he wanted to challenge Shèng Guó's Cáo Quán, and also asked her what she should pay attention to.

Jiāng Ān'ān, being kind to people, shared some information she knew. Conveniently, when the other asked, she also said her plan to challenge Qiū Mèngzhōu...

The waves of the jiānghú are evil!

Even opponents are being stolen?

Xióng Wén from Jì Guó witnessed their entire conversation. At this time, seeing Jiāng Ān'ān's complex expression, he laughs heartily: "It seems the Star Moon Pearl doesn't understand how precious the information and choices she has are."

The newest little saying in prime issue!

"We, in the village before, for a mouthful of food, for a little source of irrigation water, could all fight with our lives. Because poor people only have their lives left. Besides this, there is nothing they can use to contend."

"He, Mǎ Yúnzhōu, instead does not lack food, but he wants to eat more fully, wants to walk forward... What does face count for? What does others' goodwill count for?"

Jiāng Ān'ān is not overshadowed by the name "Xióng Wén."

The day Xióng Wén died, her brothers still celebrated her birthday.

For Jiāng Wàng, the name Xióng Wén specifically cast a death shadow over his life.

But for Jiāng Ān'ān, this name is at most a ghost story that adults used to deceive children in her childhood.

Just...

She actually isn't unclear how precious the information and choices she obtains are. She, Jiāng Ān'ān, isn't great, but every person in the "Jiāng Ān'ān Yellow River Assembly Think Tank" is very great. How could she not feel the preciousness of those pre-race guidances?

"It doesn't matter." Jiāng Ān'ān tidies her mood and smiles: "He has the right to choose his opponent first, that is what he earned himself. There's no reason why I want to fight someone and everyone must let me."

The fourth challenger in the Star Room, Qiū Chǔfú from Hào Rán Book Academy, shakes his head at this time: "Miss Jiāng may not be like Brother Xióng said, unable to see through others' ulterior motives... she just sympathizes with Mǎ Yúnzhōu."

He is not very handsome by birth, but his temperament is warm. He narrates: "Previous years, the coup of Qú Guó's Tài Wèi Kuáng Yù Xīn brewed the biggest tragedy since Qú Guó's founding."

"Although the coup itself failed, the people who died because of it numbered in the tens of thousands! Mǎ Yúnzhōu, as the father of the capital city's guard, was one of them. As a loyal guardian of imperial power, he was torn apart by Kuáng Yù Xīn's chariot at the city gate."

"Mǎ Yúnzhōu is a person who must prove himself with hate. He wants to obtain stronger power to protect his family."

Qiū Chǔfú sighs gently: "So Miss Jiāng was willing to 'point' him out. It's a pity that true heart cannot be exchanged for true heart."

"It doesn't matter." Jiāng Ān'ān truly doesn't care. Being able to recognize a person so quickly is also quite good: "Later, I won't associate with this person."

Jiāng Ān'ān is always willing to believe in the goodness of humanity, always giving people a first time to believe, but no one can deceive Jiāng Ān'ān a second time!

Xióng Wén grins: "You see, you, Miss Jiāng, won't argue with him over this little thing, or do anything to him. This is why he dares to utilize you."

Qiū Chǔfú says in a warm voice: "Brother Xióng's words are wrong. The phoenix flies to the nine heavens, not perching on anything but Wútóng, not drinking anything but sweet spring. Although the sparrow's noise is in its ear, how can the phoenix turn back?"

This time at the Yellow River Assembly, not even one person from the Diligent Book Academy came.

If he, Qiū Chǔfú, can achieve good results representing Hào Rán Book Academy, it will undoubtedly be a major merit.

The substitute positions of the four great book academies are embodied in these various things.

Of course, no matter how he achieves good results at the Yellow River Assembly, it is not as good as taking down the referee's younger sister in this session. Moreover, these two things do not contradict.

So no matter whether Jiāng Ān'ān is a phoenix or not, he, Qiū Chǔfú, is certainly a peacock with its screen open.

In his view, Xióng Wén also used a thousand ways and a hundred plans to attract Jiāng Ān'ān's attention, only pity that people from small doors and small households are superficial. They can't even say a good word clearly. Everywhere they give him room, allowing him to step on them to perform himself.

Jiāng Ān'ān doesn't speak.

When others are praising you regardless of life and death, it is quite inappropriate to retort or acknowledge.

Moreover, she truly is not in the mood to chat leisurely again.

In Rú Mèng Líng, Qiū Mèngzhōu's figure has already dissipated. The next opponent is temporarily unknown.

Although the think tank gave her three selections, she might have to face the possibility that all three opponents are picked away.

Although the rules of the challenge order are announced by True Monarch Jù Kuí on the spot, the think tank is not stingy with their brainpower and are reluctant to give her more suitable opponents to pick.

It's just that she, Jiāng Ān'ān, indeed performed not too well. Her fighting style is restrained, and the opportunity is relatively big, it's just those three...

Coming to Guān Hé Tái this time, she also has a relatively clear understanding of herself. She dare not think of being an overlord again. She only wants to try to walk a few more steps and not lose too much face for the old Jiāng family.

If only she could challenge Bào Xuánjǐng...

This kid is only twelve years old, his strength is not fully grown, and only in a hegemonic country like Qí Guó can he grow so astonishingly. But even if he is a genius, cultivating from his mother's womb, he can't possibly have much fighting experience, right? Maybe she can find a loophole...

Just as her heart is thinking wildly, victory and defeat have already been decided on the stage.

Beyond the expectations of several people in the Star Room—

Mǎ Yúnzhōu's challenge ends in a miserable defeat with broken hands and feet!

Qiū Mèngzhōu's long hair is dyed with blood, his killing intent vertical. Inheriting the Wan Xiang Sword Master, yet he chops out the heartless sword of Tú Ān Lì, transforming into a sword demon, almost tearing Mǎ Yúnzhōu into fragments.

This scene does not make the on-site quiet, instead it causes the watching seats to boil!

In the midst of a boiling sea, Jù Kuí's proclaiming voice is always calm: "Today's third challenger, Xióng Wén from Jì Guó, please ascend the stage to choose your challenge target."

The ten-zhang tall Xióng Wén, when he stands up, is truly like a human bear, embodying a huge sense of oppression. He waves at Jiāng Ān'ān, grins at Qiū Chǔfú again, turns around, and directly jumps down the martial arts stage!

Omitting the process of everyone following the rules to ascend the stage, he jumps onto the stage, creating a giant sound like a meteor hitting the moon. His eyes sweep over the Moon Room and look towards the Sun Room.

He grins, scratching his head somewhat awkwardly: "I came from a small place, and I walked this far desperately. When I turn my head, I don't even know how I walked here."

"Today, having the opportunity to challenge these preliminary race victors, my heart is very nervous. Every one of them is a victor from the preliminary race field, defeating strong enemies all the way, winning all matches, and then steadily sitting there. I have no confidence against any of them."

"The first two challengers all lost!"

He shows a foolish expression on the stage: "To be honest, if I could challenge Bào Xuánjǐng, that would be great. I heard he is only twelve years old, maybe I can pick up a cheap one..."

This strong young man looks very coy and comical.

But in the watching seats, no one laughs.

These words can be big or small.

When it is a joke, it is just a joke. If it is not a joke... it is challenging the dignity of Qí Guó and questioning Qí Guó's ability to secure main competition spots in advance!

Jù Kuí's tone is serious: "According to the rules, you do not have the opportunity to challenge him. If you really want to fight Bào Xuánjǐng, you must first squeeze into the main competition list - now choose your challenge target properly, don't waste everyone's enthusiasm, and your own time."

He is also a model of cold face and kind heart. Ultimately, he cannot bear to see a genius from a struggling small country die young in senseless rashness. One sentence of criticism that is not really criticism is just trying to get things over with.

But the mirror wall of the Sun Room is lightly knocked at this time.

The crowd only sees—

The just twelve-year-old Bào Xuánjǐng stands there, looking down from above, just bending two fingers and lightly knocking on the wall.

Which Water Clan has a genius? They have never had the opportunity to prove themselves.

Just like Zhūgě Zuǒ from Chu Land, who greeted her when he entered the door.

But Zhūgě Zuǒ, who is only fifteen years old this year, facing a key competition in his life, does not have so much energy to take care of others' emotions.

It's just that the host on that side is replaced by Qín Zhī Zhēn and Zhōng Xuán.

In this Sun Room, Xiè Yuán Chū is the only one who did not attend Cháo Wèn Dào Heavenly Palace.

Of course, it can be said that he, a master from a famous school, with the systematic teaching of Pénglái Island, disdains the examination of Cháo Wèn Dào Heavenly Palace. But in the eyes of the world, his talent is one step worse than those who attended Cháo Wèn Dào Heavenly Palace.

As for Lù Yún of the Water Clan sitting in the corner... no one will count her in. Even Bào Xuánjǐng includes a "sister" in his words.

It's not that everyone disrespects the grand strategy of "Human Race and Water Clan Originally One Family," but in the eyes of absolute world prodigies, it is really difficult to accommodate mediocre existence.

The outer building field and the unrestricted field are also held simultaneously in the other two fields, and it is the same.

The Moon Room is where the twenty-five victors are located. This is also the "waiting battle area," ready to be challenged by the losers at any time.

"How about it? These puppets released by Zàng Shūhéng are so interesting." Bào Xuánjǐng is still very humble: "I am the youngest. Coming to Guān Hé Tái this time is mainly for learning. Ranking is not important. Brothers and sisters, please give me more pointers."

Xiè Yuán Chū is suddenly a little sore-toothed. He probably understands why his "Heavenly Palace classmates" don't like to deal with him too much. He is young, but he has a whole set of ways.

Fán Zhèng supports his chin with his hand, fully concentrating on watching the fight that has already started on the martial arts stage, seeming to hear nothing.

At least Xiè Yuán Chū from Jìng Guó speaks, not letting the atmosphere be too awkward: "It's still not bad, but it should still not enter your eyes."

Bó Ěr Zhī Jīn·Fú Yàn Cí, wrapped in a gorgeous grassland robe, closes his eyes to nourish his spirit.

Zhūgě Zuǒ is reading a book.

The challenge race field is also indoors.

In the center is a high platform personally blessed with various laws and prohibitions by Town River True Monarch. The four sides are all watching seats.

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