On the stands, there were the heads of the five major sects, the heads of the four major martial arts families, and one was Tianmiao.
Tianmiao sat on it very abruptly because except for her, everyone else was older. They were basically old people with white hair and beard.
When someone questioned who was the young and beautiful woman sitting on it was sitting with the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world, and when someone gave the answer, the questioner immediately shut up.
Black Lotus has unfathomable martial arts skills. He opened a black shop and is friends with many heroes in the world.
Of course she could sit in that position.
Below the stands is a crowd of dark people. In this world, the world can fight against the imperial court, and you can imagine how many people there will be. But not everyone is qualified to compete on stage.
Those who can compete on the arena have a certain reputation in the world, have good martial arts skills, and many people recommend him. Only by meeting these conditions can they be qualified to compete for the position of leader.
After the head of Wudang stood up and announced the start of the martial arts conference, the crowd below all cheered. They had been waiting for today for a long time.
Xu Lang and Shen Hanshu also stood in front of the crowd and started watching the fun. They were qualified to compete for the leader of the martial arts world, but they were both used to being idle and were not interested in this at all. However, the sons of the other two martial arts families,
We must participate in this battle.
But the first person to come on stage has not been on the stage for a long time, and I am humble and wait and see.
At this moment, a noise sounded outside the crowd.
"What's the matter?" Wudang leader looked up at the outside of the square and asked with a frown.
"Mongols." Kunlun's head frowned and said, "What are these Mongols doing?"
"I always feel that the visitor is not good." The head of Kongtong Sect frowned. The Mongolians were calm and breathing for a long time, and they were obviously masters. The relationship between the Central Plains and Mongolia has never been better.
The head of Shaolin looked at the group of people, without saying a word, but just plucked the Buddhist beads in his hand.
Xu Lang and the others turned to look at the Mongolians. These people were obviously taller than many people in the Central Plains. They walked wildly, and wherever they went, the crowd made a way out, and they soon walked to the crowd.
Front.
"Meet all seniors." The young man in the lead bowed to everyone in the stands without being humble and arrogant.
"Everyone comes to our Wudang, what's the matter?" The head of Wudang stood up and asked.
"We are here to participate in the martial arts conference and compete for the position of the leader of the martial arts league." The young man said such a shocking sentence with a calm expression.
After the words came to an end, the crowd was in full bloom.
"What? The Mongolians want to come to our martial arts conference?"
"What do they want to do?"
"This is something I've never seen before."
"Impossible! Don't even think about it."
"Get back to you Mongolia."
"Wolf ambition! Get back!"
The crowd was talking, and they all looked at the Mongols with the same hatred.
"I believe that martial arts does not distinguish between national boundaries. We should embrace all rivers and learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses. The strong will have a broad mind, and the weak will be complacent." The young man was not affected by those bad eyes and words at all, but looked calm and composed.
said aloud.
For a moment, the discussion became less.
Xu Lang murmured to Shen Hanshu: "What this person is really saying is so high-sounding. I'm afraid that the old antiques can't erase the so-called martial arts spirit."