Before leaving, Li Fan glanced at the location of Attic No. 1, but found that the door to the attic was still closed, and there was no sound or trace of anyone inside.
The Nei Jin master who was supposed to live there didn't come for some reason.
After shaking his head and putting away the thoughts in his mind, Li Fan prepared to go to the square, but just after walking a few steps, several martial arts masters came out of the attic on the other side.
Most of these people just arrived today. They rested in the attic for a while and then came out.
When those people saw Li Fan coming out at the same time, they glanced at each other casually. From the surprise when they looked at Taisang to the confusion when they looked at Li Fan, their expressions were almost the same.
The strength that Taisang showed now was at the peak of martial arts. He did not deliberately suppress his aura. He was discovered by someone who was also a master at a glance. Naturally, he was surprised.
After all, a master at the pinnacle of martial arts is much higher than an ordinary master.
But when everyone looked at Li Fan, they didn't understand. They could only feel that this boy with no momentum seemed to have no ability at all.
They all know that anyone who can live in this attic must at least have the strength of a grandmaster. It is naturally puzzling that a person with no strength suddenly appears.
It's even more curious that this person at the pinnacle of martial arts is hanging out with him.
A person with a warm temperament saw these two strange combinations and walked up to him with a smile and said hello: "Are you two also here to participate in the martial arts conference?"
Li Fan didn't speak, so Taisang curled his lips and said, "This is not nonsense."
"Well……"
Hearing this, such a rough-looking man suddenly felt embarrassed.
Although these words were indeed nonsense, they were just used to say hello. Taisang said it directly, which left only embarrassment.
But the man just scratched his head and said, "My name is Qian Guangkun, what do you call me?"
"Gu Tian!" Li Fan said calmly, and Tai Sang also reported his name.
Upon hearing this, Qian Guangkun immediately raised his hands and said: "It turns out to be Brother Gu and Grandmaster Tai."
Qian Guangkun made a slight distinction between the names of Li Fan and Taisang, but from his attitude, he could not feel any disdain. It seemed that he regarded the low-strength Li Fan as the same as Taisang.
Same.
"Since you two are also going to attend the martial arts conference, why not go together?" Qian Guangkun took the initiative to invite.
"good!"
After replying briefly, Li Fan raised his feet and walked away, followed closely by Tai Sang.
Qian Guangkun was stunned for a moment, then followed him with a smile and started chatting with the two of them.
After traveling with Qian Guangkun for a while, Li Fan quickly regretted his decision to let this man travel with him.
The reason is very simple. Like Taisang, this guy is also a standard talker.
The collision of these two talkative people was a human tragedy for Li Fan.
In just a few minutes of walking, the two of them spoke at least hundreds of words. It seemed that in order to take into account Li Fan's mood, Qian Guangkun would ask Li Fan to interject a few words from time to time, making Li Fan unbearable.
However, during Qian Guangkun's conversation, he also got some useful information, such as about the Qiu family's martial arts conference.
"Hey! You two, have you heard about the purpose of the Qiu family's martial arts conference this time?" Qian Guangkun suddenly whispered mysteriously.
"Isn't it just asking a bunch of people to fight? What purpose can it have?" Taisang curled his lips.
In his world, such a martial arts conference is nominally a group of people competing in martial arts, but in reality it is just a fight to see whose fist is stronger and compete for the right to speak.
After hearing Taisang's explanation, Qian Guangkun was choked and coughed.
He finally found out about Taisang's temperament. He was definitely the kind of person with a big heart. In the Chinese ancient martial arts world, a martial arts conference held only once a year was said to be a fight between a group of people.
However, this explanation still makes people feel so picturesque, which is very uncomfortable.
After imagining a group of warriors fighting in a ring, Qian Guangkun shook his head hastily, put aside the picture in his mind, and explained: "Previous martial arts conferences were mostly held by sects and aristocratic families.
It’s just to show your strength and improve the status of the sect, but I heard that the martial arts conference held by the Qiu family today does not seem to be planned to hold a routine competition."
Taisang asked in confusion: "Why not fight? A group of old men sitting in the square chatting?"
Hearing about the martial arts conference, Li Fan also thought about it and listened patiently to Qian Guangkun.
After being choked by Taisang again, Qian Guangkun explained: "I don't know the specifics. After all, I am just an idle warrior. I have no family and no sect. I have no information channels. With these information, I am still a friend of mine."
He told me that when he said this, he looked mysterious and seemed very unusual."
The main reason why Qian Guangkun and Li Fan said this was because they heard that, like him, they both had no affiliations.
This gave him an immediate sense of belonging.
Hearing this, Li Fan couldn't help but ask: "Are these news only known to the warriors of the sect?"
Qian Guangkun thought for a while, then nodded: "That should be so, that friend of mine, he is the descendant of the Seven Injury Fist lineage."
"Seven Injury Fist!"
The master of the Seven Injury Fist sect has the strength of a martial arts master and is considered the best among the masters. His words are quite convincing.
After receiving Qian Guangkun's confirmation, Li Fan frowned slightly.
Before he came, Liu Hui told him that the sect seemed to be interested in confronting the Military Department. This time the Qiu family was holding a martial arts conference, and it meant something unusual to reveal such news to the sect in advance.
Soon, several people walked to a circular arch outside the square. When they were still a hundred meters away from the door, Li Fan saw the old housekeeper standing quietly outside the door, looking at the passing crowd from time to time, as if looking for someone.
What.
When Li Fan and others reached the arch, the old housekeeper walked up quickly and respectfully said to them: "Grandmaster Tai, Grandmaster Qian."
Ignoring Li Fan and others, after greeting the two masters present, the old butler continued: "The master of the house has invited you."
"Huh? Aren't you going to the square to participate in the martial arts conference?" Hearing this, Taisang frowned immediately.
The old housekeeper explained calmly: "Ordinary warriors can go to the square to directly participate in the martial arts conference. The grandmaster also invites you to sit on the table. As a grandmaster, after all, he is noble, so how can he mix with ordinary warriors."
Listening to the old butler's explanation, it seemed to make sense, but Li Fan instinctively felt that something was wrong.
After frowning slightly, Li Fan calmly nodded to Taisang and motioned for Taisang to follow the old housekeeper and leave first. (To be continued)