[Pleading for votes.]
"Am I pretty?" Medusa lay in Hun Xiu's arms, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she looked at him.
"Yes … Yes." Hun Xiu swallowed his saliva and said with a trembling voice.
At the same time, he could feel a hard feeling coming from his lower body. It was like a pillar that could pierce the sky.
Medusa smiled evilly and said, "Then … Why are you still hesitating?"
"I …"
Kacha!
There was a tearing sound at this moment.
… …
When Hun Xiu was satisfied, Medusa disappeared and he gradually woke up.
"Hmm?"
Hun Xiu drowsily woke up from the pool. He looked around and realized that everything that had happened was just a dream. He was still in the pool.
The seven-colored snake on his arm was still sleeping and coiling around him. There was no sign of it waking up.
The little snake woke up and turned into Medusa lying in his arms. Everything that had happened was just a dream.
Touching the head of "Xiao Cai", Hun Xiu couldn't help but whisper, "Strange, why would I have such a dream?"
He got up, left the pool, came to the bed and began to cultivate seriously.
… …
Time passed quickly.
Another half a month had passed.
Today.
Today was the day that the Young Lord Competition would begin.
Those who were qualified to participate in the Young Lord Competition in the Soul World would come to report, and Hun Xiu was no exception.
He was very interested in the position of the Young Lord of the Soul Clan.
As Hun Tiandi's son, there were some things that he couldn't avoid even if he didn't fight for it. For example, this so-called "Young Lord Competition".
The Young Lord Competition was held once every ten years in the Soul Clan. All the young adults and those under the age of thirty could participate as long as they were qualified.
Qualification?
What was qualification?
What was qualification?
Dou Zun was qualification.
As long as an adult of the younger generation reached Dou Zun, they would have the opportunity to participate in the competition for the position of Young Master.
Hun Xiu arrived at the battle arena early in the morning.
Battle arena.
This was a separate space.
This was specially made for the 'Battle of the Young Masters'. The weakest person who could participate in the Battle of the Young Masters was a Dou Zun and the highest was a Dou Sheng.
Regardless of whether it was a Dou Zun or a Dou Sheng, their destructive power was extremely frightening. In order to allow the competitors to better unleash their strength, the Dou Zun and Dou Sheng Clans were extremely powerful.
Therefore …
This time, the Young Lord Competition was not held in the Soul World, but in another space. The name of this space was the "Martial Arts Arena".
Hun Xiu entered the space. The space was not big and was surrounded by sealed walls. There was an arena in the middle.
There were many spectator stands around the arena, and there were already many people in the spectator stands.
There were no empty seats, and as far as the eye could see, there was a sea of people.
Hun Xiu slowly walked toward the arena in the middle. There were already many people in the arena, and they were all sitting in their own seats.
Hun Feng, Hun Yu and the others were still there. At the same time, there were also some unfamiliar faces.
"Big Brother, you are here," Hun Feng and Hun Yu saw Hun Xiu and hurriedly left their seats and went forward with a smile.
"I am a little late."
Hun Xiu said awkwardly. He originally thought that he was early enough, but from the looks of it, he was not early enough.
There were many people who had arrived earlier than him.
Compared to these people, Hun Xiu felt that he was late.
"Big Brother, how can you be late? There are still many people who are not here yet." Hun Feng hurriedly said.
"Oh."
Hun Xiu nodded slightly when he heard this.
… …
With the arrival of Hun Xiu, more and more people gradually arrived. When a handsome man in blue appeared, Hun Yu went closer to Hun Xiu and introduced him to him, "Big Brother, this is the Young Lord of the Soul Clan, Hun Bufan."
"Oh."
"So he is Hun Bufan!"
When Hun Xiu heard this, he began to size up Hun Bufan and could not help but secretly nod his head.
This Hun Bufan was indeed not bad. As expected of the Young Lord of the Soul Clan, his strength had long surpassed many of the elders in the Soul Clan.
When Hun Bufan saw Hun Xiu sizing him up, he could not help but size up Hun Xiu as well. He walked in front of Hun Xiu and said indifferently, "Someone once said that you will be my trouble."
"Now it seems that you are still far from it."
"Who?"
When Hun Xiu heard this, he was slightly stunned. When he came back to his senses, he said, "Compared to the Young Lord, Hun Xiu is indeed a little lacking."
"However, this is not a gap. I still have the qualifications to surpass it."
"You are very confident. You are not bad."
Hun Bufan gave Hun Xiu a thumbs up and praised him. Soon after, he changed the topic and said, "I am looking forward to meeting you in the upcoming competition."
"Me too."
… …
After Hun Bufan and Hun Xiu chatted for a while, Hun Bufan sat down on the seat that had been prepared beforehand.
At this moment, Hun Dongmei approached Hun Bufan and said, "Brother Fan, what do you think of Hun Xiu?"
When Hun Dongmei's voice fell, the younger generation members who were playing with Hun Bufan all looked at Hun Bufan.
Hun Bufan smiled faintly and said, "There is nothing to worry about."
"Dongmei, Ling 'er."
"If you have the chance to meet him later, do not go easy on him. Although Hun Xiu is at One Star Dou Sheng level, he might not be as simple as he looks. Do not fail miserably and lose a little brother."
"Understood."
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When Hun Dongmei and Hun Ling 'er heard this, they hurriedly nodded their heads.
… …
After a while, more and more people arrived at the martial arts competition area.
Some people came to participate in the competition for the position of Young Lord. At the same time, many people came to watch the show.
Hun Bulang came.
He came in front of Hun Xiu and looked in Hun Bufan's direction. He said with a slight provocation, "Hun Xiu, do your best!
I am very optimistic about you in the competition for the position of Young Lord. "
"Optimistic about me?"
Hun Xiu said meaningfully, "With you here, the position of Young Lord may not belong to me."
There was a different meaning in his words.
When Hun Bulang heard Hun Xiu's words, he was slightly stunned. Finally, the corner of his mouth rose and he smiled, "How could that be?"
After saying this, he went to his seat and sat down. He muttered in his heart, "What does Hun Xiu mean by this?
Could it be that he has seen through me?
This thought appeared in Hun Bulang's mind.
Soon, it was thrown out of Hun Bulang's mind, "Impossible. Even Hun Bufan did not notice it. How could a One Star level Dou Sheng discover it?"
At this moment, Hun Bulang's state of mind was completely disrupted by Hun Xiu's words.
… …
In Hun Xiu's opinion, Hun Bulang's strength was stronger than Hun Bufan's. This was their true strength.
Hun Bulang hid it very well. However, Hun Xiu could still clearly sense it.
When facing Hun Bufan and Hun Bulang, it was obvious that Hun Bulang gave him more pressure than Hun Bufan.
Therefore.
Hun Xiu boldly guessed that Hun Bulang's strength was stronger than Hun Bufan's. As for how much stronger?
This was not known.
After all, he was only relying on his intuition.