Ah Huang, who was next to him, also curved his lips into a smile.
There is actually someone—and an ordinary person at that—who dares to block the way of himself and Little Yoko? He really doesn’t know how to live or die!
However, the bearded man had a somewhat obscene smile on his face, rubbing his hands and laughing "hehehehe".
He looked around and saw that the passers-by were not paying much attention, so he moved closer to Fu Yang and whispered: "Don't be nervous, don't be angry. I don't mean any harm. It's just...hehe, I, Old Wang, can tell you at a glance
You see! You two are not ordinary people, right? You are also here to participate in the Wudang Sword Fighting Conference that is held every ten years."
Sword fighting tournament?!
Fu Yang and Ah Huang had surprised expressions on their faces.
Neither of them knew, what was this?
The divine consciousness sent a message to Master Xiong, this damn fat cat is just angry now, and said irritably that he didn’t know either...
When the bearded man saw that the two of them were silent, he thought it was acquiescence. He immediately showed a look of "I'm right," and then introduced himself very familiarly.
"My name is Wang Wu, and I am a swordsman! Just call me Lao Wang."
Poor guest, old bastard...
Ah Huang laughed loudly.
Fu Yang also smiled.
At this time, they had determined that the unshaven man in front of them did not have any malicious intentions. Moreover, after a quick scan of their spiritual senses, they found that the physical fitness of this man was far superior to that of ordinary people. There were also calluses on his account and on his fingers, which were obviously caused by holding weapons.
of.
In other words, he is a martial arts practitioner! And his martial arts skills should be quite high.
Of course, no matter how tall he is, to Fu Yang'ahuang... he's about the same as an ant, right?
Wang Wu continued with a smile: "Where do you two come from? Do you have a sect from which you learned? Or which martial arts association? Or are you a folk martial arts enthusiast like me?"
Fu Yang waved his hand: "Old Wang, you may be mistaken. We are not martial arts practitioners."
no?
Wang Wu was a little surprised, but soon he smiled mischievously and whispered: "You two little brothers, don't lie to me. You are not a martial artist. How can you have such a unique taste? Look, your wretched fat one
The cat is very similar to the sand sculpture I used to raise. How can ordinary people have such taste?"
Fu Yang and Ah Huang have black hair.
What the hell kind of logic is this?
Mr. Xiong was so angry that he was about to explode. His already fat body became even more chubby. He had already made up his mind that when he went to a place with few people, he would pick up a few rocks on the roadside and he would definitely make this damn guy angry.
The chrysanthemums are broken and the ground is covered with wounds.
Lao Wang Wu suddenly showed a cunning expression and took action suddenly!
His index finger and middle finger came together to form a "sword finger" and slashed towards Fu Yang's left shoulder.
Whoosh!
There was a slight sound in the air, like the pulling of cloth.
Wang Wu's sword finger was very fast and hit Fu Yang's shoulder accurately with a sound of wind - of course, this was Fu Yang's deliberate failure to dodge. Otherwise, how could a mere mortal touch him?
Bang!
"Ouch, it hurts so much."
Wang Wu's screams sounded.
As if he had seen a ghost, he withdrew his hand and stared at it. He saw that his two fingers were red and swollen.
Fu Yang smiled slightly: "Sorry, I'm tough."
Wang Wu was about to cry: "Little brother, how are you harder? You are as hard as a diamond! Damn it! You still say that you are not a martial arts practitioner? You must have at least reached the master level. Sigh.
, and it’s my fault that I was so happy to see Hunter Xin that I wanted to test you. Now, my hand was injured before the sword fighting competition even started. It’s really bad luck.”
This guy had a sad face and drooped eyebrows, which looked like the word "囧". It was very funny.
Fu Yang and Ah Huang thought this guy was quite interesting. He really didn't have any intentions. He was just a talkative person who liked to make friends and chat. He was a familiar character. They no longer rejected him and followed him, and even told each other about their relationship.
Name.
"By the way, Lao Wang, the Wudang Sword Fighting Conference you were talking about sounds interesting. Explain it?" Fu Yang asked.
Ah Huang also looked at him with interest.
When Wang Wu saw that their expressions didn't look fake, he widened his eyes in surprise: "Holy shit? Brother Fu, you two really didn't come to participate in the sword fighting competition? Oh, it's a pity, it's a pity, you still have such skills.
I hope to compete for the top three.”
Then, after Wang Wu talked and explained, Fu Yang and Ah Huang understood what this "Sword Fighting Conference" was about...
It turns out that this sword fighting conference is actually a martial arts competition held by the Wudang Clan!
A cultivating sect in the supernatural world wants to hold a martial arts competition for ordinary people? It feels a bit inconsistent.
But considering the life experience of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang Sect, this is not surprising. Because Zhang Sanfeng himself "entered Taoism through martial arts" and was originally a martial arts grandmaster with no talent for cultivation.
What's more, Zhang Sanfeng's former family was also a well-known martial arts family in Hunan and Hubei!
Therefore, after he became a powerful practitioner, he still had some contact with the surrounding martial arts circles. Some powerful martial artists probably knew some things about the supernatural world and the existence of the Wudang Sect.
Perhaps because he empathizes with it and knows the pain of not being able to practice. So Zhang Sanfeng made a rule that every ten years, a sword fighting competition will be held within the Wudang Sect! As long as it is in the two provinces of Hubei and Hunnan, martial arts masters and above
Anyone who practices martial arts can come and participate.
The top three who are finally determined can be given cultivation talents by the Wudang sect using secret methods, enter Taoism through martial arts, and embark on the path of cultivation. Complete the transformation from mortals to gods!
As he spoke, Wang Wu's eyes were shining like stars.
He seemed very yearning: "The top three in the sword fighting competition can be given the talent of cultivation by the old gods of Wudang Sect. Alas, what can we mortals do no matter how good we are in martial arts? We can't fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and we can't control the wind and rain.
, it’s all in vain after all.”
Fu Yang, Ah Huang, and Master Xiong were all shocked after hearing Wang Wu's description!
Unexpectedly, the Wudang Sect... actually has a secret method that allows ordinary people who do not have the ability to practice to practice? This is incredible.
Fu Yang knows very well how difficult this is!
You know, in order to enable Lin Wushuang to practice magic, he used the method of refining the "Ling Qi Pill". However, refining this legendary elixir is frighteningly difficult.
Now, the Wudang Sect has the ability to allow three people who do not have the talent to practice magic every ten years! How is this done?
Fu Yang became interested immediately.
He never expected that he would accompany Ah Huang to the Wudang Sect to look for Huang Lishan's friend, and see if he could get back the Huang family's secret treasure.
As a result, he unexpectedly encountered this magical sword fighting conference! Can ordinary people also practice? Of course Fu Yang wanted to find out some of the clues.