Jiupan Mountain is not a famous mountain.

The mountain is not high enough, not surprising enough, and not dangerous enough.

Only the main peak stands straight and stacks layer by layer, like nine stone plates stacked together. In ancient times, this mountain was named Jiupan Mountain.

At this time, a ring had been set up on the huge top stone plate, and tables and chairs were placed around it.

The raised sails are written with the names of each sect and family. After people come, they can sit in their own directions.

Of course... not all sects and families can be divided into a piece of territory.

That must be well-known in the world, and someone will buy it if you say it.

"Master, our Qiqiong Sect doesn't even have a seat. Why are you here to participate in this martial arts competition?" A young disciple asked the master along the ridge of the thin blade, following the crowd of people who were crowded to the top of the mountain.

The master looked older, but at first glance he seemed to be an honest man, but his eyes were too flexible, revealing his true attributes.

"Advisor, you are a martial arts genius who is rare in a thousand years. In just three months, you have mastered all the unique skills of our Qiqiong School to the peak. This time, if you work hard, you might marry your master's wife. Our Qiqiong School is a small man. You are still young, and your master cannot make things difficult for you. This pressure can only be borne by your master." In the sudden wind of the mountain, the master grabbed the small flag that he temporarily created.

This is also the way many unknown sects make their name famous.

As long as you show your face through the martial arts conference, turn around and return to your hometown, you can also accept disciples and worship wealthy families in the local area.

Even if you have not become famous, you can still brag when you have been here.

In short, big people have big people's pursuits, and small people have small people's carnivals.

A martial arts competition has different purposes.

In the interlaced parallel time and space, the stories that are carried out are definitely different.

"Master! Have you ever thought that it is not that I have good talent, but that the martial arts skills of our Qiong Sect are too poor. After learning for three months, I have almost learned everything. There is nothing to continue practicing?" The apprentice did not seem to give the master a lot of face. He held the two steamed buns left yesterday in his arms, so as not to accidentally roll down the mountain and waste food, but it seems that he is much more pragmatic than his master.

"Fuck! Our Qiqiong School is also an ancient school with a history of thousands of years. Qiqiong's unique skills seem to be amazing, but in fact they contain supreme martial arts principles. You think it is simple because you don't have enough knowledge and cannot see through the true meaning hidden behind it." The master said nonsense and forced himself to win over his respect.

The master and apprentice were making noise all the way, and followed the crowd to the top of Jiupan Mountain.

All the good positions were occupied by the big sects.

Famous seniors and experts in the world, or scattered people in the world, also have good sects and scrambles to join them.

Only those unknown men who came to make up the numbers were driven to the corner, and they should be careful not to slip on one foot or fall off the cliff. They should also find ways to stand higher and see the ring as much as possible.

"Master! Master! Come here quickly, I found a good location. Not only is the vision clear, but the surroundings are also transparent, and the location is also higher..." The apprentice of Qiqiong sect shouted to his master.

When the excited master followed his apprentice to the seat, he was suddenly furious: "Are you illiterate? This is a toilet! Are you asking your master to squat on the top of the toilet to attend the martial arts conference?"

But the apprentice said without caring: "Others look at the name, but we look at the benefits. I'll see how the real martial arts masters compete, and some people will blow when they go back. Otherwise, when they go back, Director Jin from the village next door asked what we had seen. Could you tell him that the abbot of Dalin Temple punched the head of Wudang in the face with a turtle punch and slapped two dark circles?"

"It's not so sensible to say it!"

"It makes sense too... You are young, you climb up the pillars of the women's restroom and go to the men's restroom as your master." The master pondered for three seconds and agreed with his disciple's statement.

"Master, we know how to use light skills." The disciple whispered.

"The light skills of our Qiqiong School are not passed on. We will keep them for competitions later. What should we do if we use them now and see the flaws?"

"Listen to me! Climb up." said the master.

The master and apprentice climbed onto the roof of the thatched cottage.

Although the mountain breeze is often accompanied by the body, waves of "scent" come.

But the vision is indeed much better.

The figures on the ring could also see clearly, and finally the voices were synchronized with the words echoing on the top of the mountain.

"Thank you for your visit. Today, I, Yuan Zhu, representing Bai Xiaosheng, hosted this martial arts competition." At this time, a man who looked middle-aged and fat was standing on the ring, speaking with full energy.

"Master! Isn't Bai Xiaosheng coming?" the apprentice asked the master.

The master replied: "I have no knowledge! Bai Xiaosheng has become famous for a hundred years and never shows up. It is said that Bai Xiaosheng is not alone, but a group of people, a mysterious organization. Of course, he cannot show up at this time. Yuan Zhu, who is now showing up, is the greatest charity in the world. He is rich and generous. Many people in the world are poor and go to join him when he is poor. Therefore, although his martial arts are average, he has a very high reputation in the world."

"Then Master... let's go and join him too!" The apprentice said with no ambition.

"That's not possible! Yuan Zhu's Jupeng Village has a lot of talkative people. When we go, everyone in the world knows that we are so depressed that we can't afford to eat. Who else can look down on us in the future?"

"Aren't we desperate? You have hidden a few taels of silver under your feet. Don't you know if you think you are your master?" The master refused decisively.

In the gap between the conversation between master and apprentice, Yuan Zhu's speech that seemed very meaningful but ineffective also came to an end.

With a gong sounded.

A young man said in a voice: "Please invite Liu Gaoren, the leader of Dian Cang, and Bai Hezi, the leader of Qingsongguan!"

Dongdongdongdongdong···!

The drums also sounded.

Two figures flew up from under the ring at the same time.

Then he fell on the ring with ease.

A cheer suddenly came from below.

In an instant, the entire martial arts competition was so fierce that it fell to the level of performing on the street and having big stones on its chest.

The apprentice took out half a steamed bun from his arms and handed it to his master, but the master ruthlessly refused.

Looking at the little apprentice who was eating deliciously, the master couldn't help asking, "It smells so bad, can you still eat so fragrant?"

"Just pretend to be smelling stinky tofu!" the apprentice said freely.

The master was stunned: "It makes sense... I'll give you a piece of it too!"

The master and apprentice took the 'scent' of the thatched cottage under them and began to chew cold steamed buns.

"Master, who do you think they will win?" asked the apprentice.

The master casually said, "It's Bai Hezi! Although the Diancang Sect is powerful and powerful, Liu Gaoren has long been neglecting martial arts. It is rumored that he is very close to the government and has the intention of fame and fortune. Bai Hezi has been practicing hard for decades, and his sword skills and true energy should be quite good. He guessed that if he can't guess for thirty rounds, Liu Gaoren will be defeated."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Hezi was kicked off the ring by Liu Gaoren.

And the greasy Grand Master Liu was holding a sword and bowing to his colleagues below the stage.
Chapter completed!