There were also some street performers putting on a show, breathing fire and treading on steel knives.
Yang Cheng's gaze sharpened slightly.
The acrobats weren't using magic tricks; instead, they were using crude methods to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Although it was very crude, he was indeed condensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into flames, which already counts as the entry-level cultivator.
But here, he turned out to be just a vaudeville performer.
Just then, Yang Cheng saw a group of people walking down the long street. He stopped one of them and asked, "Excuse me, what are you all doing here?"
The man gave Yang Cheng a slightly strange look: "His Majesty is publicly selecting envoys to the west. Today is the last day. Everyone is going to watch the excitement and bet on who will be selected in the end."
Yang Cheng was slightly taken aback. It seemed that he had entered this world a little late. The selection process for the Western Expeditionary Force was almost over.
Yang Cheng hurriedly followed the crowd and saw that a huge arena had been set up at the end of the long street. It was a thousand feet in circumference and surrounded by rows of armored soldiers who blocked the crowd.
The two burly men were fighting on the ring. Their fists and feet collided with a sound like a great bell, deafeningly loud.
Yang Cheng's gaze immediately sharpened.
These two burly men were at the peak of the Fifth Realm. Of course, that wasn't the most amazing thing. What was truly astonishing was that they didn't use any magic or supernatural powers, but instead condensed all their power into their physical bodies.
Li Yuanchao's strength at the Five Dou Realm is estimated to be around this level of physical strength. It seems that the cultivators of the Zhou Dynasty have focused all their skill points on physical training, which is commonplace among the surrounding soldiers and even the common people.
Seated in the center of the high platform was a burly man clad in silver armor. He was over two meters tall, with a majestic and domineering appearance. The power of his blood and qi was almost condensed into a tangible substance, and from a distance, it looked like a plume of smoke rising into the sky, making him extremely conspicuous.
This person's vital energy was so powerful that it was comparable to Li Yuanchao, who was at the Three Pure Realms.
However, whether his actual combat strength can match Li Yuanchao's is still unknown.
After all, the cultivators in this world have somewhat extreme skill points; they don't seem to possess supernatural abilities, but only focus on strengthening their physical bodies.
Yang Cheng asked in a low voice to the person next to him, "May I ask who that tall, imposing warrior on the high platform is?"
The man looked at Yang Cheng with an even stranger gaze and said, "You're from out of town, aren't you? You don't even know him."
This is Gao Benrong, the commander of His Majesty's guards. Once, when His Majesty was hunting in Zhengpu, a dragon-patterned tiger, over ten zhang long, startled His Majesty. Gao Benrong punched the dragon-patterned tiger three times, making it vomit blood, and then captured it alive by its tail and presented it to His Majesty.
Later, His Majesty placed this dragon-patterned tiger in Dongguo for breeding, a place now also known as Tiger Prison.
Yang Cheng was slightly taken aback. Of course he knew about Hulao Pass. It was a pass established here during the Qin Dynasty, and it was the famous Hulao Pass.
But what the heck is this dragon-patterned tiger? How can a tiger grow to over ten zhang long? This is clearly a powerful demon!
The residents of Haojing were very welcoming. Seeing that Yang Cheng seemed to be from out of town, they took the initiative to introduce him, saying, "His Majesty sent an envoy to Kunlun this time, with the commander of the guards, Gao Benrong, as the envoy. He dispatched three hundred elite soldiers and also specially recruited more than ten extraordinary people to go with him."
Seventeen people have already been selected; one more person will complete the westward expedition team.
Before the words were even finished, the winner was decided on the stage: a burly man with a hideous scar on his face emerged victorious.
Gao Benrong stood up and said in a deep voice, "This brave warrior has finally won, and you are the last member of my Western Expeditionary Group. His Majesty promised to give you a hundred gold pieces as a reward. Considering that you still have family members by your side, the hundred gold pieces will be given to you in advance."
As he spoke, Gao Benrong waved his hand, and immediately a soldier came over with a tray.
The burly man was overjoyed. A hundred taels of gold was a fortune that a commoner like him could never hope to attain in his lifetime, enough to ensure that his family would never have to worry about food and drink for generations.
Just as the burly man was about to express his gratitude, Yang Cheng stepped onto the arena.
"Excuse me, I'd like to ask what the rules are for this arena? Is it too late for me to join the Western Expeditionary Group?"
Gao Benrong sized up Yang Cheng and frowned.
Yang Cheng's movements were too fast, so fast that even he didn't have time to react.
Is this the skill of those sorcerers, or is this person just that fast?
However, judging from the powerful energy and blood energy emanating from him, he doesn't seem like a Taoist priest.
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