"The annual meeting will begin."

Zhou Yuntian glanced around the martial arts field with his eyes. There were four or five hundred descendants of the Zhou family in his life, and there were about two hundred descendants of the twelve to eighteen years old, and his cultivation level was different.

The annual meeting is actually a test of the cultivation of the children of the family. It depends on how much progress has been made in the year. After all, the younger generation represents the future of a family.

Naturally, the content of the annual meeting is a fight between the army and tests strength in the battle.

At this time, the second elder walked out and said aloud: "Now, announce the rules of the clan comparison."

"The first round is divided into ten venues for battle. Twenty people in the venue are fighting in a mixed battle. In a quarter of an hour, the four people who stayed on the fighting stage will enter the next round."

After the second elder announced the first round of clan competition rules, Zhou Qing raised his eyebrows slightly.

A mixed battle of twenty people per venue, a quarter of an hour left behind the final four.

According to the Earth's time algorithm, a quarter of an hour is only about fifteen minutes, and twenty people will compete for the only four places in fifteen minutes, which will definitely be an extremely fierce battle.

"Now, I announce the list of personnel for each fight platform."

After a while, the second elder assigned two hundred people to ten fighting platforms.

"I was actually assigned to the tenth group..." Zhou Qing's expression was a little inexplicable when he heard that he was at the tenth martial arts platform.

Because from the distribution of the ten groups of people, the twenty people in the tenth group he is in are the weakest among the two hundred people participating in the clan. None of them, except Zhou Qing, the rest of the people's cultivation is the fifth and sixth level of Qi Wu Realm.

In comparison, the overall strength of the other nine groups is much stronger, with the eighth and nine levels of Qiwu Realm evenly distributed.

Zhou Qing glanced at the second elder who was in charge and guessed in his heart: "Is it because the second elder deliberately arranged me in the tenth group?"

Now that the Zhou family is in a strong internal struggle, it is well known that the eldest son Zhou Yunshan is coveting the position of the head of the family. Moreover, because of his waste young master, many people support Zhou Yunshan.

The second elder is one of the few senior members of the family who supports Zhou Yuntian.

Knowing this, Zhou Qing would naturally think that the second elder deliberately made such arrangements to ensure that he could enter the second round of the clan competition, so that he would not be defeated in the first round, completely losing Zhou Yuntian's face.

"Damn it, this waste was actually assigned to the tenth group with the weakest strength. It must have been the second elder who did it on purpose to let the waste enter the second round."

"Hmph, even if this waste enters the second round, there will be only shameful results."

Everyone also saw the arrangement of the second elder, and whispered to express their dissatisfaction, because many of them wanted to see Zhou Qing being beaten down in the first round.

In that case, it is not only Zhou Qing, the useless young head of the family, but also Zhou Yuntian, who is embarrassed.

The second elder had no expression on his face, as if he had not heard everyone's discussion, and said again: "Each one will go on stage, and the first round of knockout round will officially begin."

Suddenly, everyone boarded the fighting platform where they were.

At this time, Zhou Mengyao walked towards the armed fighting platform where the tenth group was located.

"In the first round, you can humiliate Zhou Qing at will, but he must be among the last four." Zhou Mengyao said in an unquestionable tone.

Her voice was quite loud. Not to mention the people on the fighting stage, even Zhou Yuntian, Zhou Yunshan and others could hear it clearly in the viewing table.

As soon as Zhou Mengyao said that, the people in the group where Zhou Qing was in changed their expressions.

Zhou Mengyao actually wants to protect Zhou Qing into the second round!

Isn’t Zhou Mengyao the daughter of the old man Zhou Yunshan? Why do you do this?

Although they had questions in their hearts, they did not dare to show dissatisfaction because this was Zhou Mengyao's order.

Zhou Qing stared at Zhou Mengyao, not sure why this woman protected her from the first round, but he knew that the other party was definitely not a good idea.

However, he was not afraid, and he entered the second round without any effort, so why not do it?

"What's going on? What the hell is Zhou Mengyao doing? What are you doing? What are you doing for that waste?" Zhou Zhen, the elder who was about to see Zhou Qing and his son, was confused, so he couldn't help but ask Zhou Yunshan in a low voice.

Although the personnel in the tenth group have the weakest cultivation, Zhou Qing is just a waste. Even in this weakest group, it is difficult for him to qualify into the second round.

But now Zhou Mengyao speaks, Zhou Qing will definitely be able to enter the second round.

Zhou Yunshan glanced at Zhou Yuntian, sneered in his heart, and sneered: "Don't you think it's more fun to let this waste enter the second round? The second round is a turnover, and everyone has to fight several games. What kind of situation will this waste face at that time?"

Zhou Zhen was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled and said, "Haha, this idea is good, why didn't I expect it? It's indeed a good show."

Hearing Zhou Yunshan's explanation, Zhou Zhen seemed to understand Zhou Mengyao's intention to do this, and said in his heart that he was brilliant, as if he saw the scene where Zhou Qing was destroyed again and again in the second round, and he couldn't help but feel very happy.

Amid the crowd of discussions, the battle began.

In the tenth group, nineteen people stared at Zhou Qing with a bad expression.

"Baby, kneel down and learn to bark. We can't beat you up!"

Because Zhou Qing directly occupied a quota, the nineteen of them were extremely dissatisfied with Zhou Qing, so they first abandoned the gap and prepared to humiliate Zhou Qing fiercely before fighting for the remaining three quotas.

"Kneel down? Learn to bark?"

When Zhou Qing heard their words, he smiled coldly.

"What, don't you want to?"

Among this group of people, Zhou Tai, who has the strongest cultivation level, reached the peak of the sixth level of Qi Wu Realm, said with a bad expression: "Although Zhou Mengyao guarantees you to enter the second round, we can't throw you off the fighting stage, but it's still okay to beat you up."

Zhou Qing shook his head and said, "I really don't know where your confidence comes from when you say this, just because you have many people?"

"Haha, we don't know where you, a waste, come from, and dare to talk to us like this?" Zhou Tai retorted. It would be enough for him to clean up a waste.

"My confidence comes from my strength!"

As he finished speaking, Zhou Qing raised his fist and said coldly: "Have you ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag?"

"Grass, look at me crushing your fists."

A young man with a hot temper couldn't stand Zhou Qing's pretentiousness and suddenly became furious and raised his fist and hit Zhou Qing.

Zhou Tai and others did not stop them, and they sneered in their chests.

In their opinion, if Zhou Qing's arm was broken by this punch.

A big fist?

Can it be beaten by making sandbags?

No matter how big it is, it is just made of sandbags.

The fist of the hot young man fell on Zhou Qing's fist.

"Ao!"

Suddenly, a scream sounded, and the man's fist was covered in blood and flesh, his right hand was broken, and he drooped softly. The white bone slag could be seen on the back of his hand.

"Vulnerable."

Sorry, this chapter is updated a little late ~
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