Fu Yang, Ah Huang, and Master Xiong are communicating with each other through spiritual consciousness.

"Little Yoko, this is good news! It means that the Wudang Sect has something similar to the Ling Qi Pill or a secret method."

"That's right! It doesn't take much effort to get through the iron shoes and find nowhere. I believe that when the time comes that we reveal our identities, we owe the Wu-Tang Clan a favor and let them help. It shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

Fu Yang is still very confident in himself now.

As long as you reveal your identity and make a sincere request, I believe the Wu-Tang Clan will not be stingy, right?

Mr. Xiong yelled: "If those bull noses of the Wudang Sect don't want to do it, I will make their master's chrysanthemums and bruises all over the ground. He will have a lingering fear of catfish for the rest of his life."

Uh... Fu Yang was speechless for a while.

In other words, although Wang Wu has a carefree and familiar character, it does not mean that he is heartless or stupid!

After he finished talking about the "Wudang Sword Fighting Conference", Fu Yang and Ah Huang clearly had a flash of surprise on their faces. They also became much more enthusiastic about him.

Wang Wu knew that these two mysterious-looking young men were interested in the sword fighting competition!

only……

Wang Wu rubbed his hands and explained helplessly: "Brother Fu, Brother Huang. We are all martial arts practitioners, pursuing stronger power, so we all want to embark on the path of cultivation. But... don't be happy, either.

It’s too early.”

There was an awe-inspiring and proud expression on his face: "It is not so easy to win the top three in this sword fighting competition! First of all, only three generations of ancestors who are martial artists from the Lianghu area can participate in this sword fighting competition. Secondly,

Before participating, you need to register one month in advance or qualify for the martial arts competition. Finally, you must know that although the martial arts circle in the Lianghu area is not as good as that in Bashu in the southwest, it is not weak either. There will always be great martial arts masters. Alas... this martial arts master

Grandmaster, his skills are also amazing."

The two lakes areas are now the two provinces of Hubei and Hunan, plus some cultural radiation areas in the traditional sense of ancient China.

It seems that Zhang Sanfeng promised a preferential treatment to his "hometown people"! Only fellow villagers can participate in the sword fighting competition.

Secondly, you need to register one month in advance?

Wang Wu now truly believes that the purpose of Fu Yang and Ah Huang's coming here is not to participate in the sword fighting competition, but when they heard about it, they showed happy expressions, indicating that this was a last-minute idea. But, there is no chance!

Wang Wu shook his head, patted Fu Yang and Ah Huang's shoulders, and sounded regretful: "Oh, you two little brothers. It's a pity that you didn't get to know Lao Wang earlier? If you wanted to get to know me earlier, you can find a way to sign up.

."

As he said this, he sighed, which was more regretful than him not being able to participate in the "Sword Fighting Conference"!

Fu Yang found it funny and deliberately teased: "But Ah Huang and I are both Bashu people, and our ancestral home is not in the two lakes area. Even if we register in advance, we are not eligible, right?"

Well...

Wang Wu chuckled and patted his chest: "How could those great immortals in the Wudang Sect check so carefully? If you think about it a little, it won't be a big problem to make some fake information."

Well, this kind of thing also happens in the supernatural world!

Fu Yang and Ah Huang couldn't laugh or cry.

But then I thought about it, no matter how powerful a cultivator is, he is actually a human being, not an immortal at all. As long as he is a human being, he has emotions and desires, and it is normal for the rules to be formulated to have various loopholes.

The three of them walked forward and soon left Xigou Village. They entered the forest area at the foot of Wudang Mountain - only after passing through did they arrive at the main entrance of Wudang Mountain Scenic Area.

On weekdays, there are very few pedestrians in this forest. Most tourists take tour buses directly and pass through the forest road.

But today, there are quite a lot of people walking!

Moreover, most of them are dressed in strange clothes and don't look like ordinary people. However, they have one thing in common, that is... they all carry weapons.

Some were wooden swords, some were steel knives, and some were three-section sticks... eighteen kinds of weapons, a dizzying array of weapons. Obviously, these people were martial artists from the Lianghu region who came to participate in the "Wudang Sword Fighting Conference" held every ten years.

Fortunately, Wang Wu and Fu Yang Ahuang were walking on an undeveloped virgin forest path, so these martial artists were the same. They would not be hit by ordinary tourists walking on the road and cause a sensation.

Ah Huang looked at the people around him and scratched his head speechlessly: "So this sword fighting competition is not just about swordsmanship? As long as it's a weapon, it's fine."

Ha ha!

Wang Wu smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Of course. It's just because the immortal masters of the Wudang sect use swords, so they got this name. In fact, any weapon can be used. Even if you are empty-handed, it's no problem. But

It’s a big loss, hehe.”

Mr. Xiong kept peeking at this guy and felt very unhappy.

At this time, find the right opportunity and flick your little paw.

Whoosh!

Demonic power invisible to the naked eye was emitted, breaking a thick vine in front of it and setting it on the bush next to it. At a height of two inches from the ground, it looked like a roadblock.

Wang Wu and Ah Huang were chatting and laughing without paying attention. They were tripped by the vines, their center of gravity was unstable, and they fell directly backwards.

Mr. Xiong has quick eyes and quick hands, and he flicks the demonic energy again.

A sharp stone was placed exactly where Wang Wu's butt fell...

ah!!!

A shrill scream sounded.

Wang Wu covered his butt with his hands and rubbed it fiercely, making a sound like killing a pig. Then he stretched out his hand tremblingly in front of his face and saw that his hand was full of blood. It was obvious that the chrysanthemum was indeed broken.

This guy is really about to cry.

"His grandma! Brother Fu, why did I fall in love with you two at first sight? But after we met, I felt like I was unlucky. First, my fingers were red, swollen and sore from you, and now even my butt is... in such a bad condition.

, why don’t you fight with Dandan’s sword? This time it’s just a fight. Sigh.”

Wang Wu shook his head, looking very frustrated. He quickly took out the hemostatic medicine and gauze from the cloth bag he carried with him, and asked Ah Huang to help bandage his butt...

Mr. Xiong continued to eat the dried fish contentedly and felt less angry.

Fu Yang glared at it speechlessly - of course he knew it was the fat cat that was responsible! I guess Wang Wu said it looked like a sand sculpture, and this guy had a grudge.

He thought to himself: "This damn fat cat is really petty. Ah Huang and I have to be careful. We always complain and bully it, so we don't get punished like this. That would be tragic."

About an hour later, Fu Yang and the other martial artists along the way arrived at a dilapidated Taoist temple in the back mountain of the Wudang Sect—tourists were not allowed to enter here.

Of course, these martial artists who came to participate in the sword fighting competition could not come in from the main entrance scenic area like ordinary tourists. They all came from the back mountains of the Wudang Sect, all the way over the mountains and ridges.

In fact, this is also a disguised test for them by the Wudang Party!
Chapter completed!