Just after arriving at one o'clock, Shen Feng arrived at the Longcheng Martial Arts Hall.
A bus parked outside the martial arts gym. When Shen Feng arrived, more than a dozen people from the Longcheng Martial Arts Gym, including the director, were all standing in the yard.
"You're not waiting for me, are you?" Shen Feng looked at a group of people standing there neatly and asked Wen Ren Rong Yu.
"What does the curator mean?" Wen Ren Rong Yu looked at the white-haired curator standing aside.
"Master Shen, I heard from Rong Yu that you will follow us to participate in the martial arts trial this time. This is something that will make our Longcheng Martial Arts Hall shine. I'll wait for you for a while, but this is nothing." Chang smiled.
"Then let's set off." Shen Feng didn't say much. Didn't these people know whether he knew martial arts?
The Yancheng Martial Arts Center is located next to the Yancheng Gymnasium in the center of Yancheng City. It is huge in scale and the area of the venue is comparable to that of the gymnasium. After all, the entire Huaxia Kingdom advocates martial arts. Although it has gradually declined over the years, the essence of the country is still No one will forget.
After a brief understanding, Shen Feng knew that China held a martial arts conference. It basically meant that martial arts players from all over China were gathered for a competition.
The final venue was in the Imperial Capital.
This time, the imperial capital sent people to Yancheng to select personnel.
Since the last martial arts competition, Longcheng Martial Arts Hall has gradually gained some fame. But it does not mean that in the entire Yancheng martial arts world, Longcheng Martial Arts Hall is the most powerful place.
After all, not all the masters participated in the Grid Fight Championship.
Moreover, this time, only martial arts, taekwondo and other athletes are not included in the selection.
"I heard that the person coming to the Imperial Capital this time is a master of the seventh-level master level. Whether he can be promoted depends entirely on his words. Our Dragon City Martial Arts Gym must not lose its momentum." Before getting off the car, the gym director said to him. Everyone said.
Of course, he also glanced at Shen Feng. In his eyes, Shen Feng was at the level of a martial arts master and could definitely open a school and establish a sect.
Martial arts is similar to Taekwondo. It is also divided into levels, but it is not that complicated. It is simply divided into nine levels.
Generally, when you reach the fourth or fifth stage, you can open a gym like the director of Longcheng Martial Arts Gym.
When you reach seventh level, you will be called a master.
As for the eighth and ninth dans, it is even more terrifying. He can be said to be a figure like the founder of China. Even among their mercenaries, he is still a famous figure.
Shen Feng once met a figure who was considered a master of martial arts. His skills were very powerful and his punches and kicks were ever-changing. He was a personal guard of a leader.
This reminded Shen Feng of the Murong he met when he went to the Ye family in the imperial capital. In terms of true strength, this person could only be said to be barely at level six, and even had some moisture.
"Are you here to participate in the selection? What time is this? I only came here half an hour ago. According to the regulations, you are no longer qualified to participate in the selection." As soon as he entered the Yancheng Martial Arts Center, he was greeted by a man in yellow martial arts uniform. The young man blocked the way of a group of people.
"Sorry, I was delayed on the way. Please be accommodating." Seeing the man's arrogant attitude, the curator hurriedly apologized with a smile.
"What martial arts gym?" the young man in yellow asked.
"We have signed up for the Longcheng Martial Arts Gym, and we were the champions in the last martial arts competition," the director continued.
"The Fighting Championship? It's too embarrassing to mention such a small competition. I heard that this was the championship you won only after someone abstained at the time. Just wait, I'll go ask." The young man in yellow frowned and said After that he walked away.
In the center of the Yancheng Martial Arts Hall, a sparring session is taking place at the moment.
The competition was divided into a square open space, and there were many people sitting around it. They were wearing various martial arts uniforms and they should be people from various martial arts gyms.
There are several large nanmu chairs in the distance, and people are sitting on them. They are drinking tea leisurely there. They should be judges and the like. The man in yellow is walking over there.
"Sorry, if you hadn't waited for me, you wouldn't have been late." Shen Feng said apologetically to the curator.
"Master Shen, what are you talking about? It really upsets me. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. He will inform us and we can go in." The curator bent down and said with a smile.
At this time, the young man in yellow martial arts uniform came over and said coldly to Shen Feng and others: "I asked just now. If you are late, you will be disqualified from this selection."
"What?!" The curator was shocked, and anger suddenly appeared on his face, "There is still an hour before our performance time, and we are just a little late. Why don't you let us in?"
The group of people standing behind him, including Wenren Rong Yu, also had angry expressions on their faces.
"We were just a little late. Besides, isn't it over yet? Why can't we get in?"
"Are you deliberately looking for trouble? This has just begun, why can't it stop?"
A group of people from Longcheng Martial Arts Hall said angrily.
The curator stretched out his hand to comfort his students and not let them in. This was a problem with the competition system, but if they were looking for trouble, they were in the wrong. This would not allow them to find any excuse.
"The person in charge said, if you don't let me in, you won't let me in. You guys are late. Do you still have any excuse? Come back in a few years." The young man in yellow said coldly, showing no mercy.
When the people around him heard what the young man said, they wanted to go up and beat him up. It was not easy for them to come across this martial arts conference and be invited.
Do you think I have to wait a few years just for your words? What is the truth? Of course the people at Longcheng Martial Arts Gym are not willing to do so.
"Sir, our Longcheng Martial Arts Hall was invited by the Imperial Capital. Why don't you talk to the person in charge?" the director said, suppressing his anger.
"It doesn't work, it doesn't work. If you make trouble again, I will directly apply to the person in charge to permanently disqualify you from participating in the martial arts competition." The young man in yellow said arrogantly.
Looking at him like this, Shen Feng's status should not be low, and he might even be one of these people from the imperial capital.
"What should we do?" The curator suddenly became anxious.
Wen Ren Rong Yu was very angry. He walked to the curator and whispered: "How about we break in and argue with the person in charge face to face?"
"No, don't make the matter a big deal." The curator directly rejected Wenren Rong Yu's suggestion, and then he looked at the young man in yellow, "Then do you want me to talk to the person in charge?"
"Then you come with me." The young man in yellow hesitated for a moment and then agreed, "But you are the only one coming here."
Immediately, the young man in yellow got out of the way and let the curator in. Then, a man took the curator to where a group of judges were, as if they were having a conversation. Shen Feng and others were waiting here.
Gradually, Shen Feng discovered that the curator seemed to have had a dispute with the judges sitting there, because his face was already filled with anger and there were signs of breaking out at any time.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, why are you blocking the door?" At this moment, a group of people, about ten or so, suddenly came from outside the door.
"Mr. Huang, are you here?" When the young man in yellow saw the leading man, he immediately greeted him with a smile.
The man named Mr. Huang nodded and asked: "How long until we can play?"
"Come on, if you are in a hurry to leave, we will arrange for you immediately." The young man in yellow said with a smile, which was completely different from the attitude towards Shen Feng and other Longcheng Martial Arts Hall members just now.
"What are these people blocking here for? Let them go away." Mr. Huang said coldly and entered the venue. The young man in yellow immediately moved out of the way without blocking him.
The people at Longcheng Martial Arts Hall were even more indignant when they saw this scene.
"Why can they go in?" Wenren Rongyu looked ugly.
"What's the matter with you?" the young man in yellow said coldly.
Shen Feng sneered and smiled at Wenren Rong Yu: "It seems that there is nothing special about this so-called martial arts tournament. If you have money, you can go to it. Maybe you can buy a champion directly with the money."
Wenren Rongyu didn't understand. She lowered her head slightly. It turned out that the Chinese martial arts that she had always dreamed of had become such a deformed thing. "No wonder the Chinese martial arts will gradually decline. It turns out it's all about money." Wenren Rongyu It was a big blow to my heart.
Shen Feng patted his shoulder and comforted, "It doesn't matter. It's okay not to participate in such an event."
"But do you just want me to give up like this? I'm not willing to give up. I've been preparing for so long just to participate in this martial arts competition in the imperial capital." Wenren Rong Yu clenched his fists tightly, feeling very unwilling to do so.
Ever since she got the news about participating in the martial arts competition, she has been training, and she didn't bother Shen Feng to help him, hoping to get a better ranking.
But now, it seems that they can pass this competition just by spending a little money, so what is their original intention of practicing martial arts?
What is the meaning of their efforts?
Shen Feng couldn't bear to see Wen Ren Rong Yu's look, so he stretched out his hand and held her fist, "You guys wait here, I'll go in."
Since money can solve the problem, Shen Feng might as well help them. By the way, he also wants to see what kind of ugly face this so-called seventh-level martial arts master from the imperial capital has.
Wenren Rong Yu felt warm in his heart when Shen Feng held him in his arms like this.
This man had helped her so many times, and she had nothing to offer him in return.
"Forget it, I won't participate in this competition." Wenren Rongyu held Shen Feng's hand and said slowly.
At this time, the curator came back very frustrated, the anger on his face could not be concealed.
"Sorry, the curator is incompetent." The curator lowered his head and said.
"I'll go talk to him." Shen Feng said to the curator, and then he walked towards the young man in yellow, "I'll go talk to your person in charge."
"No." The young man in yellow refused directly.
"What a bunch of moths." Shen Feng shook his head and said helplessly.
"What did you say?" When the young man in yellow heard this, his face became furious, "Who do you think you are? Your Dragon City Martial Arts School will be disqualified from participating in martial arts competitions in the future."
"I'm only going to say this once, get out of the way." Shen Feng said coldly.
"Looking for trouble? We have two seventh-level martial arts masters here. If you don't want to die here, just get out of here. You don't care where you are causing trouble. You are a waste." The young man in yellow threatened.
The referees in charge here today are all masters in the martial arts world, so of course he is confident.
Shen Feng didn't waste any time talking to this man. He directly pushed the young man in yellow away and walked towards the few people sitting on the nanmu chairs.
These people must be the ones in charge.
The young man in yellow was slapped so casually by Shen Feng. He didn't know why. He just felt that his whole body seemed to be under very strong pressure, and he suddenly stepped back and hit the wall.
"You are looking for death." The young man in yellow was furious and immediately shouted: "The people from the Longcheng Martial Arts Gym are making trouble here. Come quickly and kick him out."
At this moment, both the security personnel at the venue and the people competing, including the referee sitting on the nanmu chair, all turned their attention to Shen Feng.
"Didn't I tell you just now that you have been disqualified? Leave now." A man in a white shirt sitting on the nanmu chair immediately sat up and looked at Shen Feng with a gloomy expression.
"Cancel if you say cancel? Who do you think you are?" Shen Feng sneered.
"Bold." The man's face changed and he became angry.
There are five people sitting on the nanmu chairs.
Everyone looks to be over fifty, and they look very skilled. Speaking of which, if they can sit here and act as referees, they will definitely not be weak.
"Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like this?" The man in white said coldly, "I have the final say whether you can go to the Imperial Capital or not. I am not qualified, so who is qualified? Are you qualified? ?I now declare that your Longcheng Martial Arts School will be permanently disqualified from entering the martial arts competition."
"The black sheep." Shen Feng sneered. But when Shen Feng glanced at the five referees, he suddenly discovered that there was a person he knew among them. When the person saw him, he didn't say anything and lowered his head slightly. head, for fear that Shen Feng would see it.