Is it wrong to want to marry a weapon?

"You have no hope!"

"I disagree!!!"

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Then, Hedgehog Cat also took note of what happened yesterday.

The editor, after reading my previous giveaway announcement, also found this whole thing rather bizarre, even suggesting that 150 yuan wasn't even a giveaway, but simply a perk for readers who had voted for monthly tickets.

So, all I can say is that this was a truly speechless incident, everyone.

Holy Land Grand Competition: Chapter 110: Five Years! The Holy Land Grand Competition Begins! [5000 words]

"no!!"

"I disagree!!"

With a serious slam on the table, the blonde girl stood up righteously.

"What!?"

Luo Xiaoman and Nan He were both startled and looked at the girl with long, curly blonde hair with puzzled expressions.

Who is this...?

Do they know each other?

Suddenly, another helpless voice rang out from behind Lu Xianhuang: "Seriously, what do you mean no, what do you mean no? What nonsense are you spouting...?"

A stunningly beautiful girl with long, snow-white hair and purple highlights walked over.

At the end of her hair was a bow-shaped hair bun resembling a peach blossom petal.

I saw my mother going crazy for no reason again.

Lu Chan said softly, "I'm so sorry, I accidentally disturbed you. Please continue, you can continue."

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around and come out with me now!"

As she spoke, under the strange gazes of the two men, she forcefully pulled Lu Xianhuang out.

When Lu Chan was reborn, he also inherited the memories of his predecessor.

Back then, it was because this woman would consider whoever she met as her future Daoist partner that her childhood sweetheart, Liu Qian, followed her for so many years.

Please stop giving people the wrong impression!

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"What happened just now?"

"What a strange woman. What's her relationship with Lu Chan?" Luo Xiaoman asked in bewilderment.

Miss Nanhe was slow to react.

what……

She remembered!

So this is Lu Chan's mother!

What a pity! I completely forgot to greet my aunt. How embarrassing!

Nan He regretted it for a moment before looking at Luo Xiaoman again and asking gently, "By the way, what were you trying to say to me just now? I forgot..."

"It's okay, just pretend I didn't say anything!"

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The two walked all the way to the courtyard of the outer hall.

Lu Xianhuang said righteously, "Little Lu Chan, why are you pulling me away? I just wanted to check if you're having a puppy love affair. So, have you slept with that girl? Is she your Daoist partner?"

"..."

soon.

When Lu Chan's pale purple eyes revealed a look of utter disbelief, Lu Xianhuang quickly changed his tune, saying, "Why so serious? Okay, okay, I admit I was just trying to joke with you."

But...

This way.

If that girl really has a good relationship with Xiaolu Chan, then my idea of ​​introducing her to a Daoist partner would seem redundant.

"Um...right by the way."

Lu Chan suddenly asked, "Mom, do you know how to challenge the number one seat? I've been sending challenges to the number one seat in the battle hall every day for the past few days, but they always get rejected."

She checked the information in the battle lobby.

The current number one position in Taojian seems to be a wind-elemental weapon refiner who uses a sword.

Lu Chan barely glanced at her artifact panel before launching a challenge against her.

"What!?"

"Did you directly apply to challenge for the first seat!?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Xianhuang was slightly taken aback at first, and then... she couldn't help but laugh a few times: "Hahahaha, Little Lu Chan, the Holy Land will never approve your challenge request so easily!"

The deadline for the Holy Land Grand Competition is approaching.

All the weapon refiners who are qualified to become key members are currently in seclusion and training.

Lu Chan became the tenth seat of Peach Sword at an incredibly fast pace, and the super-level weapon refiners of the Holy Land had not yet assessed Lu Chan's combat strength, so naturally they would not allow her to interfere with the first seat of Peach Sword.

The battle for the top five spots.

All of these must be reported to the Holy Land in advance.

After hearing her explanation, Lu Chan nodded slightly and said thoughtfully, "I see... So, under these circumstances, is there any way to become a key member of the Holy Land Competition?"

"Actually..."

"The main force positions in the Holy Land Competition are not actually determined solely by the number of slots available; no matter how secure the top five positions are, there will still be issues of mutual restraint between spiritual weapons and techniques."

"Therefore, before each Holy Land Grand Competition, the Holy Land selects the top twenty members to undergo multiple stages of testing and simulated combat to determine the final participants."

"However, there are also rumors that in the latest Holy Land Grand Tournament, each Holy Land will send two teams to compete; after all, this is a highly anticipated battle that has attracted the attention of the entire Northern Holy State League, so of course the more players participating, the better, and the more grand it will be!"

After Lu Xianhuang finished speaking...

Lu Chan nodded, "Alright, I understand."

She wanted to once again access the demigod artifact, the Southern Heavenly Gate, which she possessed from her previous life.

And to retrieve the scattered fragments of the Ice Crown... she was determined to obtain the entrance ticket to the [Dragon Palace] Spirit Forbidden Zone!

In other words, Lu Chan wants to dominate the Holy Land Grand Competition, so... as long as he can become the captain of a team, it doesn't matter whether it's the first team or the second team.

That concludes our conversation.

"Ding Dong"

Lu Xianhuang took out his electronic device and glanced at it.

"It's almost time, my friend is coming to see me, so let's stop here for today... Actually, I originally had a friend I wanted to introduce to you, but now, for various reasons, let's not go with it."

"Little Deer Zen, let's play together again sometime~~~"

"Um"

Watching Lu Xianhuang's departing figure, Lu Chan murmured softly, "I just hope she won't gossip to others anymore, really."

After saying that, she shook her head, tossing her long, white-purple hair, and turned to leave.

Soon.

Lu Xianhuang returned to the restaurant and saw the girl sitting in the seat, gently waving to him.

She then breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a lingering sense of fear.

Luckily, I didn't let the two of them meet!

Otherwise... it would be too embarrassing if the Daoist partner she wanted to introduce to her daughter turned out to be the one that Little Deer Zen was planning to challenge!

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The preliminary rounds of this year's Northern San Francisco League have concluded; the annual main tournament is just around the corner.

Unfortunately... with the upcoming Holy Land Grand Tournament looming, the hype surrounding this year's Northern Holy State League has been somewhat subdued.

Unknowingly.

Five years have passed since Lu Chan and the others graduated from the Weapon Forging Academy and entered the March Peach Sword Pavilion.

In the five years since, everything has changed.

The star players and championship teams of the Northern San Francisco League have changed generation after generation.

Newly established weapon-refining academies have risen to become super-powerful clans, such as the Purple Thorn Academy.

There are also powerful families that have returned to their peak after a few years of decline, such as Fengdu Temple.

But no matter what.

The story of Princess Zijing has long been forgotten by the audience of Beishengzhou over time.

Four years and eleven months

After the new rules for the Holy Land Grand Competition were announced, the weapon refiners of the Peach Sword Pavilion in March went through a fierce battle.

On this day, the top twenty seats also received notifications from the March Peach Sword Pavilion.

[The top twenty weapon refiners, please proceed to the main hall of the March Peach Sword Pavilion immediately.]

[Repeat]

[The top twenty weapon refiners, please proceed to the main hall of the March Peach Sword Pavilion immediately.]

All eligible members, please arrive within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"..."

The Holy Land Grand Competition is finally about to begin!

I heard that indifferent announcement...

At that moment, all twenty seats of the Peach Sword Pavilion received a telepathic message from a high-level weapon refiner and rose to walk toward the main hall of the Peach Sword Pavilion in March.

After a stick of incense.

Inside the sacred, pure white, and magnificent hall, powerful weapon refiners exuding astonishing auras arrived.

Almost every one of them radiated an unparalleled, dazzling light.

As those who stand at the pinnacle of high-level weapon refiners, many are only one step away from becoming transcendent weapon refiners, capable of flying and escaping through the earth!

Under the gaze of everyone.

A girl with ice-blue curly hair walked lightly to the front. Her extremely cold expression made all the weapon refiners present hold their breath and lower their heads.

The girl asked coldly, "What's going on?"