The martial arts alliance held a conference, and many martial arts masters gathered together.
"Hello, Brother Zhang!"
"Mr. Hu took in another concubine a few days ago, and his prestige is still the same as before!"
"Isn't this Mr. Ximen from Liefeng Martial Arts School? He's here too!"
……
Fang Xi stood aside, hanging out with other frustrated martial arts masters, too lazy to go to business to talk to each other.
Those big martial arts schools control martial arts alliances and establish so-called rules. In fact, they are raising the bar and making things difficult for latecomers like them.
There was a martial arts school that had a bleak business before, which had a lot to do with it.
Mu Canglong was also among the crowd, with a happy face, chatting with another female host in her forties, but did not recognize Fang Xi.
After all, Fang Xi is now standing in Fang Leng’s face.
With the four-step martial arts master's ability to change his muscles and bones, and the small tricks of the immortal cultivator, even the master could not recognize his disguise.
The location where they are located is the ‘Returning Wind Building’ in Sanyuan City.
This building is not only magnificently built, but also has a 'back'-shaped structure, with boxes on all sides surrounding a huge stage in the middle.
It can be used for singing and dancing performances, or for... martial arts competitions!
After some modesty, many martial arts masters took their seats.
As soon as the figure flashed, an old man with white beard and white hair and a red sarcoma on his forehead jumped onto the ring and clasped his fists in all directions: "Everyone... our martial arts alliance is gathering today to select the 'Eight Horses'... As long as there are
Anyone who wishes, any martial arts apprentice under the age of twenty can sign up to compete in a martial arts competition to determine the winner!"
This 'Eight Horses' not only has a nice name, but also means that it can receive the training and support of the martial arts alliance. It can also increase the reputation of its own martial arts school in the future, which has many benefits.
Therefore, competition is very fierce.
Aoki, who represents Arikan Martial Arts School, naturally signed up early and was waiting to get on the ring.
"The first match, Yang Jian from the Qingxuan Martial Arts School, versus Pan Miaomiao from the Aquarius Martial Arts School!"
Fang Xi remained motionless in all directions, sitting on the Grand Master's chair, drinking tea and watching the start of the competition on the ring.
"Aquarius Martial Arts School actually sent a woman to play?"
A white-haired martial arts master next to him could not help but marvel.
"Brother Zhao doesn't know, but this Pan Miaomiao is a warrior with three changes of Qi and blood!"
A martial arts master next to him introduced Master Zhao: "This woman practices the 'Aquarius Seal' of the Aquarius Martial Arts Hall. This martial arts is mysterious and profound. It is said that it is far beyond ordinary third-rate martial arts and has reached the level of second-rate martial arts."
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Sure enough, without three moves, Pan Miaomiao knocked Yang Jian off the ring and won the first contest neatly.
"Master, they all fight so fast!"
Qingsang couldn't help but wonder as she watched a group of people on the stage come on stage and quickly decide the winner.
"Of course... In Qi-blood martial arts, if one's martial arts skills are high, the actual combat skills will be infinitely better! After all, martial arts practitioners like me are all about defeating the enemy with one move... Once we get on stage and perform more than thirty moves, we still won't be able to determine the outcome.
It’s basically a fake fight!”
Fang Xi put down her teacup and started teaching the students.
"This Fang Guan Master has hit the nail on the head." Guan Zhao next to him couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he heard this: "I wonder where the Guiwu Guan teaches disciples?"
"Not only did Fang Leng open a martial arts gym." Fang Xi smiled slightly.
"Is there a martial arts school?" Master Zhao blushed. Even though he boasted a lot of knowledge, he still hadn't heard of the name of this martial arts school, so he could only fool him by haha.
At this time, I heard the old man with sarcoma shouting from above: "The next match... Aoki from the Jian Martial Arts School will face Song Sifei from the Dapeng Martial Arts School!"
"Go!"
Fang Xi said to the dumbfounded Qingmu next to her.
"Oh!"
Aoki's eyes were dull, and he agreed, walked to the side of the ring, and climbed up...
"Uh, this..."
Hall Master Zhao looked at Qingmu with some pity: "Is this kid stupid? The steps are right next to it..."
In fact, in order to look handsome, most of these young warriors use their physical skills to jump up.
People like Aoki are really rare...
But Qingsang knew that this was Dui's inner show. He didn't care what the outside world thought of him. If the master asked him to go on stage, he would go on stage. If the master asked him to fight, he would fight!
"Please!"
Song Sifei was wearing a blue shorts, showing his muscular arms. When he saw Qingmu on stage, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
After the referee announced the start, he immediately used his arms like the wind and used the Dapeng Iron Wing Fist to hit Aoki!
In his opinion, it was lucky to meet such an opponent who couldn't even jump onto the ring in the first competition!
"Ah!"
The next moment, before Song Sifei could recover, he felt a pain in his chest and was knocked out of the ring.
"How...how did I lose?"
There was a trace of doubt on his face, and he couldn't understand how he lost to that little fool?
"Huh?"
"Genuine power?"
"Warrior?"
Except for those well-informed large martial arts schools and senior officials, the rest of the small martial arts schools were a little dumbfounded.
"Who is this person? He is so young and has been promoted to a warrior!"
Mu Canglong was in disbelief and said to Zhang Minting next to him: "This person is your biggest enemy. If you encounter him, you can admit defeat!"
He deeply understands the difference between a warrior and a warrior.
"He...is really that strong?"
Zhang Mintian also won one game, and was quite unconvinced.
"Not only is he strong, but his talent... is probably only comparable to that of your senior brother Fang Xi." Mu Canglong sighed, wondering where that talented senior disciple has gone now?
……
"Mr. Ximen, please look!"
In the largest box of the Huifeng Building, an old man with thick-knuckled hands and a powerful appearance was smoking a golden dry tobacco pot, silently watching Aoki's end.
Next to him, a middle-aged martial artist bowed and said: "This is Qingmu, like Zhang Minting, he came from a small martial arts school..."
"Humph, that's just Baiyun Martial Arts School. This martial arts school dares to open without permission without even visiting the mountain. It clearly doesn't take us seriously!"
Another rich martial artist stroked his mustache with a smile. He is Ximen He, the master of Liefeng Martial Arts School, and the son of Mr. Ximen: "It's just good luck that I picked up a genius, but there are still people in the alliance who want to win over him.
Training... Please rest assured, daddy, my son has already prepared for today's draw, and there are arrangements there to ensure that the kid will be carried off the ring in the next game!"
"Ahe!"
Mr. Ximen's eyes suddenly widened.
When he is at ease, he is like an old farmer in the countryside, but when he shows off his power, he is like a glaring King Kong, making Ximen Heqi dare not breathe: "Dad..."
"I've said before, don't use such dirty tricks. It will damage the style of our Ximen family. It's just a small martial arts studio. You can close it with just a raise of your hand. Why use such dirty tricks?" Mr. Ximen shook his head:
"What's more... you don't understand the general trend!"
"General trend?" Ximen He was a little surprised.
"Yes... the Wu League is too chaotic and needs to be integrated. This is what it means above." Mr. Ximen slowly added tobacco to the pot: "Although the Huang family is gone, there is still a Qian family... that has gone through.
With their way of doing things, what does this trivial matter mean? What’s that thing called Aoki? From now on, he’s just looking after his own dog. To deal with his own dog, is there any need to kill him directly? It’s a waste!”
"The Qian family, one of the four great aristocratic families, supports us?" Ximenhe's eyes lit up: "Then what's there to be afraid of...Haha, you are still very scheming, dad!"
Now, he can't wait to see the faces of those who oppose him.
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"Dumb, good job."
Dui got off the ring, still looking like he was wandering around.
But the owner Zhao next to Fang Xi could no longer sit still: "Brother Fang... I have a granddaughter who is only twenty-eight years old and is very well-off. Do you want to get married?"
Fang Xi also laughed and dealt with it.
Qingsang patted Ah-Dai on the shoulder: "Qingmu, good job... Come, eat a meat bun, you will be more energetic on the stage!"
While talking, he took out a paper bag, the bun inside was still steaming.
"Brother..."
Aoki glanced at Qingsang and ate the meat buns with a childish smile.
"The next scene... there is a martial arts hall Aoki, and a bell on the west gate of the Liefeng martial arts hall!"
At this time, the old man with sarcoma on the ring screamed again.
"It's your turn again. Brother Fang, although your apprentice has great martial arts skills, your fortune is not very good..."
Master Zhao shook his head: "Ximen Zhong is the biological son of the co-master of Ximen of Liefeng Martial Arts School. He taught him step by step, and his martial arts has reached his true strength early..."
"Go!"
Fang Xi looked calm and said to Dumb.
Dumb nodded and entered the ring. Opposite him was a young man wearing red clothes, his face full of arrogance: "Aoki, right? If I don't knock you off the ring within twenty moves, I will take your last name!" p>
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Under the ring.
"Master! A man in black came to me before and asked me to secretly put this kind of medicinal powder in Dumb's food!"
Qingsang struggled for a while, then suddenly came to Fang Xi and handed over a yellow paper bag: "I'm useless..."
"Well, Ah-Dai also knows. After all, you used to call him Ah-Dai, not Aoki."
Fang Xi nodded, collected the paper bag, and casually identified it: "Fenjin Powder? That's amazing...Do you want my apprentice to die in the ring?"
"What? Dumb him?" Qingsang took several steps back as if struck by lightning.
"Don't worry, Dumb always believes in you, otherwise why would you eat steamed buns?"
Fang Xi laughed and looked at the ring.
On the ring, figures were flying, and dozens of moves passed in the blink of an eye.
"Damn it, you forced me to do this."
Ximen Zhong has been forced to the ring, with a ferocious face and hands like the wind:
"Secret Technique·Fierce Mountain Palm!"
His palms instantly turned red, like ghosts, and the sky was filled with red palm shadows.
"Not good!"
In the audience, Mu Canglong's face was full of horror: "This is the secret killing move of Liefeng Martial Arts School. If you use it, you will either die or be injured!"
Many old people have closed their eyes unbearably.
The next moment, I saw roots growing under Ah-Dai's feet, and he slowly slapped it with his palm.
This palm is neither amazing nor subtle, only just right!
Snap!
This palm evaded the palm shadows all over the sky and landed directly on Ximen Zhong's chest, knocking him off the ring.
Ximen Zhong stood there with a dazed look on his face.
Suddenly!
Bang!
A bloody hole opened in his back, and countless internal organs mixed with bones flew out like an explosion!