Chapter 51: Marginal (Seeking Recommendation Tickets!)

  Not long after that, many people from various tribes other than the Wu Shan tribe arrived one after another to participate in this first round. Some of them came with their tribes, while others came alone.

  More and more people gathered in the square, filling it with a constant hum of discussion and a lively atmosphere.

  After all, such a grand event is held only once every few years, and this time the number of people is obviously much more than in previous years.

  Su Ming took advantage of the crowd to quickly walk a few steps and slipped into the crowd to avoid the old man who was entangling him. The old man's garrulous words made Su Ming quite headache, at this moment after avoiding, he looked through the crowd at the old man who was looking around in all directions, and quickly lowered his head, not wanting to be seen by the other party.

  Although there are many people here, Su Ming is almost unknown to everyone. Standing in the crowd, he is very ordinary and won't attract anyone's attention at all.

  In fact, it was not Su Ming who was like this. Among the crowd, apart from those Feng Zhen tribe members, many participants from other tribes also had a considerable number of people who were here for the first time.

  "Look, that's Wu Sen! I heard he's a proud son of the Wind Chime tribe."

  "That's not Chong, his name is like thunder in my ears, I've heard of him before, but this is the first time I've seen him, didn't expect him to be like that, but he really has a presence."

  "Have you seen Wu Shanbei's Northern Ling? This person is said to be extraordinary, the last big trial, he actually entered the top 50, being able to make friends with him would be greatly beneficial for us, and when we return to the tribe, it will also make many people envy."

  Su Ming's side, those who were not good with him for the first time coming here, whispered and discussed in a low voice, their faces mostly showing envy.

  "This time may be our chance. If we can be favored by Ou Sen or Chen Chong and choose to follow them, our position in the clan will surely be different."

  "Hey, there are many people who think like that, haven't you seen many people around them wanting to come up and chat? Why don't we try too? You, little brother, looking at you alone here, I suppose it's also your first time?" A young man with a very honest face next to Su Ming smiled and said.

  Su Ming's face wore a smile as he exchanged pleasantries with the young man.

  "Brother, it seems that not everyone has arrived yet, but judging from the situation, the first round should be about to start soon. Why don't we go to Zhenchong's place together and have a chat? What do you think? We can all go together, otherwise, if one goes alone, they might not even get noticed." The young man hastily spoke up, persuading Su Ming and several people around him.

  "Look at Wu Sen's gloomy face, he must be in a bad mood. Let's not bother him either. On the other hand, Zhen Chong looks quite approachable with his generous appearance." Under the young man's words, the people around were moved, and finally seven or eight people followed him to where Zhen Chong was.

  Su Ming was reluctant to go, but was pulled along by that enthusiastic young man, and so followed the crowd forward.

  Just as they were about to leave, the space outside the square distorted again, attracting everyone's attention. As the distortion dissipated, five people walked in, led by a burly man in his forties wearing coarse linen clothes, extremely robust, with an astonishing aura of vital energy surrounding his body.

  There was a distinct scar on his face, extending from the left eyebrow to the right corner of his mouth, making him look extremely ferocious and terrifying.

  "It's Hei Shan Bu, this person... Could it be that he is the chief of Hei Shan Bu? I've heard that the chief of Hei Shan Bu has a wicked scar on his face, it must be him."

  "Yes, I heard that this time the Heishan Department's Mo Gong didn't come, and was led by the head of his tribe instead."

  The big man was followed by four people, walking slowly towards the square. At first glance, the four people seemed ordinary, but if you looked closely, it wasn't hard to see that three of them were young men of the same age, and the other one was a robust man in his forties.

  But strangely, the Han man who followed behind and the other two young men were all subtly surrounding another young man, as if they were appendages, and even their footsteps would unconsciously not exceed that of the young man.

  This is a man wearing a black fur coat, with long hair, looking about eighteen or nineteen years old. His face cannot be seen clearly because the high collar of his clothing stands up at the neckline, and the black fur covers everything below his eyes. Additionally, he keeps his head down, making it impossible to see him clearly.

  He walked silently all the way, without any reaction to the gazes from all directions. Along with his tribal chief, he gradually approached the crowd and sat down cross-legged in a corner far away from the Wu Shan tribe.

  From their seated position, it can also be seen that the young man is different. He sits alone on one side, as if he doesn't fit in with the others of his tribe. However, after sitting down, he slightly raises his head and looks in the direction of Wushan Department, a hint of disdain flashing across his eyes.

  Su Ming's gaze, along with the crowd around him, was focused on the people of the Black Mountain Sect, especially their leader and a young man who seemed to be isolated.

  The strength of the Black Mountain tribe's leader was not unexpected for Su Ming, but that reclusive young man had given him a faint sense of crisis. He could almost be certain that this person was extraordinary.

  But in his heart, he was very disgusted with this pretentious behavior. In comparison, Su Ming even felt that Ou Sen was much stronger than this person in this aspect. At least Ou Sen wouldn't be so pretentious to show off his mysteriousness.

  The arrival of the Black Mountain Department did not cause much controversy, and people still valued the several geniuses of the Wind Pavilion Department more. After all, the reputation of these people was well-known in the surrounding eight directions.

  Su Ming was surrounded by a group of enthusiastic young people, and with seven or eight others, they walked towards the front where Feng Zhen Tian Chong was surrounded by a crowd. Standing among many people, he looked so unremarkable, so ordinary, that no one would give him a second glance.

  "I'm telling you, I've never been to those places in the village, even if I did go, it's just to take a look at the excitement, don't you believe me?"

  As he approached, Su Ming saw that Zhen Chong was gesturing with his hands and talking to the people around him, causing bursts of loud laughter from all directions, but most of the laughter seemed to be mocking.

  Even people around who wanted to get acquainted with them unconsciously smiled along, as if they wanted to use laughter to blend in with the group.

  The young man beside Su Ming and several others were laughing at this moment. Su Ming stood there, smiled slightly, feeling very calm in his heart, looking at Zhen Chong who was surrounded by the crowd, whose status was much higher than his own.

  Looking at the people around him, he constantly tried to blend in with laughter and even took the opportunity to introduce himself. Although there was no flattery on his face, anyone could see the longing for contact deep down.

  Wulong Department happened to be walking from outside the square at this time. The appearance of his tribe would not have caused much controversy, after all, Wulong Department was very small and far less famous than Heishan Department.

  But at this moment, when the Wulong Department appeared in an instant, even Zhen Chong, who was laughing and joking, and Wu Sen, who was sitting in the distance with a gloomy face, all looked up.

  Also looking on were the black-robed youth from Black Mountain, who covered half of his face and pretended to be mysterious, as well as almost all the barbarians around.

  They saw that among the numerous people of the Wulong tribe, there was a girl wearing white clothes, with beauty unparalleled! The crystal ornament on her brow shone brightly in the sunlight, and her beauty exuded a wild charm that could make one's heart skip a beat.

  She is Bailin.

  Bai Ling was gazed at by so many people, her pretty face slightly red, but she didn't lower her head. Instead, her eyes quickly scanned the crowd, and after finding the Wushan tribe, she immediately showed joy. However, upon closer inspection, that joy faded away, as she couldn't find Su Ming.

  Lowering her head, Bai Ling followed behind Wu Long Bu's old woman, walking towards the square.

  At this moment, she didn't notice that in the crowd far away, there was an ordinary boy with nothing special about him, quietly watching her.

  She also didn't notice that in the Black Mountain Department, the mysterious black-clad young man, after seeing her, revealed a thread of longing and greed in his eyes.

  Wu Sen glanced at Bai Ling, then closed his eyes. Although Bai Ling was extraordinary, Wu Sen didn't have the slightest flutter in his heart. The anxiety in his mind at this moment made him unable to think about anything else.

  Su Ming gazed at that breathtakingly beautiful face, standing there in silence. He suddenly felt that the distance between him and Bai Ling was very far, very far...

  "White Spirit!" A voice with a hint of smile came from near Su Ming, the sound was not loud, but it spread out and fell into White Spirit's ears.

  "Big Brother Chen Chong." Bai Ling looked up and saw Chen Chong walking out of the crowd, a smile spreading across her face, but beneath that smile, a dullness still lingered.

  Chen Chong laughed loudly, and the people in front of him all voluntarily made way. Su Ming stood there, unmoving, watching Chen Chong walk past him towards Bai Ling.

  As he looked on, Su Ming closed his eyes, he didn't know what kind of mood he should be in at this moment, he just felt very calm.

  With his eyes closed, he seemed to have ignored everything around him until his arm was grabbed and shook violently.

  "It's Ye Wang!! It's really Ye Wang!!"

  "Look quickly, that is Ye Wang, the first strongman among the younger generation of the Fengquan tribe!! Ye Wang!!"

  "Consecutive twice, both are the first in all three trials of Da Shi San Guan! This person's natural talent is extremely high, and he is considered the number one person among the eight directions nearby. It is said that he is the most likely to become a Kai Chen Jing master among our generation, and he is also being cultivated with great effort by the entire Feng Quan tribe!! The future Feng Quan barbarian king!!"

  Su Ming opened his eyes and saw a person walking towards him from afar in the square outside.

  He wore a red shirt, without the gloom of Wuson, without the twinkling stars and moon, without the mysterious black mountain youth, but just one person, alone, walking step by step.

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