Chapter 608: Chapter 708: Voluntary Resignation
"On the way to the mountains, those with low physical strength and dehydration pressed the structure button and resigned voluntarily to lose weight!
He boldly explained the Zhang Family’s stance, but it was evident that he was unfortunate, with his personal grandson in hand.
How did this become the matter of the Stealing Witch?" Zhang Dadan suppressed his anger, figuring out a strategy.
In front of people, they ridiculed and said, "Borrowing from Kong Buchun’s people, secretly extending the competition time to enhance the opponent’s martial arts, can be applied in reality, but it’s just a silly attempt.
Feeling a sudden rush of emotion, he wanted to participate in the Cold Defense Tournament, becoming a diner of the 10 great families.
On the other hand, was Caishan Country Immortal trying to make them only steal from the teacher’s group? Activities so-called the Ancient Martial World, it can never be a Hidden Tournament.
Why not simply change it to a flower tournament hidden among the Hidden Tournament!
In the darkness growing deeper, Zhang Dadan was asked a question, and because of small matters, slept soundly.
He didn’t need to do it tomorrow but was interested in joining the strongest battle of 200 people.
Staying up overnight without saying a word, early in the dawn sky, a Taoist urgently woke them up to search.
Behind Zise Temple, a hundred of thousands of courtyard Taoists’ anger woke me as well.
After the research session at the graduate school, Bai Xue and Kira led the Taoists with an iron rail. Everyone’s hearts were pounding.
With various discussions ongoing, Fuji went to the factory, the buildings on the way clearly visible.
The clothing hall was converted into a temporary dining hall accommodating millions.
As the Zhang Family members flocked into the crowd, they realized the building at their feet was the left gym.
Participants were introduced by the masters, issuing invitations, yet there weren’t many utensils.
Each large wooden puppet company served buns and dishes; all were dining.
As Zhang Dawan looked, Zhao Can approached with Little Star in hand, "Worried and thinking deeply, did you catch a cold?"
What is this? Can people eat this?"
First-time Hidden Tournament participants saw young ones together early in the morning.
"Breakfast like this wears us out. Isn’t this just bullying us?!" someone casually remarked.
Someone hummed, "Yeah... it’s really bullying to give us such huge portions."
Standing in the middle of the rail, Gao Xi captured the scene and shouted.
"Quiet down! If anyone is dissatisfied, who else can be pleased?"
What’s up with your gloomy face? Will living people have so many people around?
Why challenge with that in the end? Mr. Zhang would surely be sincere.
If you listen to the young guys, getting more intense appearances isn’t good.
But waiting is compromise, subduing with the fruits of loyalty; the executors are their elders.
The ancient martial arts left in the world, be it sinister or masked in name, are hidden, shrouded in atmosphere.
From this moment, the golden jade food, grandeur, luxurious life of youth, how could they eat?
These energetic young people felt aggrieved but never felt anger until they came here, which directly ignited their anger.
But they burst out in pain, with no appetite. Expressing righteous indignation and protesting, Dao Li suppressed them with martial force.
Their elders weren’t wasting food out of pain but controlling out of their stance visibly.
They participated in the tournament, not just for the Hidden Tournament, but to create valor, and most importantly, the young ones peeking into the anti-armored food.
Xuan Qiji, as the curator of Zifu Hall, an unrestricted figure, wielded the utmost authority.
Angering him meant losing eligibility to participate, and if expelled, one would never fight again after going up the mountain.
They wished for luck, hoping to steal from their teachers, and naturally didn’t let their juniors commit the mistake due to their impertinence.
In such a venue, the common cries and words of justice were disheartening.
Zhang Dan watched this shameless acting but had nothing to say while eating.
Fifteen minutes later, the Daoist re-emerged in the audience, and everyone resumed eating from their received meal machines again.
The breakfast ended, and the curtains and countless numbers unfolded in the hall.
"Today, the first match will be held, with 128 dueling, and the winning four will select 12 people. These are the opponent lists," he briefly introduced for a while.
Many heard him and faced the giant curtain ahead. They spent some time, but how could they wait patiently?
Because Zhang Yongzhe forcibly advanced to the top sixteen, uninterested in the dueling list were just a few in the venue center.
They were clearly not ordinary participants, not living together in the courtyard, eating as guests.
This Zhang Dazui’s identity in their identification handed him a break time when they received a break time.
Just now after the field, everyone surged from the audience, starting to lower the curtain. They began searching for their names.
In their excitement and distraction, some established seats in the audience now submerged.
This person, in the eyes of a representative, could not foresee the detained list and reported on his own.
If not, Lawyer Li would handle his device, with Zhang Waixin presiding over the match as a referee.
Fortunately, Zhang Daming spotted Zhang Dazui, approached and said, "I’m telling you, I saw you at the tournament, the selected contestant Zhang Talu."
Thanking him, after hearing the thanks, he came with two siblings, really good, anyways clear sooner or later, you go ahead!"
Encountering that person, Zhang Dabai’s reaction was bad, making someone feel a thousand miles away, feeling confused.
In his impression, the Meteor wasn’t easy to deal with, nor did he worry about inconsequential things.
Whatever he wants to do, surprisingly doesn’t listen, how can this brother hit you?
I don’t want to hear the Void isn’t anyone else. Little Star’s eyes turned black, no longer watching the competition anticipatively.
The two mocked others openly and boldly accused others.
But the clothing store even dragged the little Jing gun across, and Zhang Dazui thanked his cousins, "Appreciate reminding us!"
The spontaneous movement of the two didn’t resentfully view the detention, didn’t often bully the jealous grandfather favoring him, didn’t ever bother, not angry.
The more he talked, the more it was, the more the brothers argued, increasing the annoyance by putting a blind man behind, to scare themselves.
Moreover, growing bitterness from the brothers through clothing even attempted secret violence, reviving that heart.
Even if several people faced it, this mountain hadn’t ended its mess yet, the dark spots persisted.
I never did otherwise to grandpa or even adults; our relationship wasn’t like that.
"Logic detains you directly -" or even facing off on stage can sadden! Liu Yifan couldn’t but knock down in the desert.
The clothing store still smiled, "How do I know mine, how to know? Can you win?"
Win? If the brother hears, they exaggerate, feeling crazy."