No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 201 The World's First Martial Arts Conference
The world was bombarded by a piece of bombshell news.

The World's No. [-] Martial Arts Conference jointly organized by several giant companies in China will be grandly held in Penglai Xianshan next month.

Penglai has always been an overseas fairy mountain in China for thousands of years, but it's just a legend about the dragon's head and tail, and no one has seen it at all.

On the blockbuster advertisements of the Martial Arts Association, a majestic and misty overseas fairy mountain suddenly appeared on the coast of the East China Sea.

This fairy mountain is vast and boundless, like a small land rising from the east altitude, where there are countless exotic flowers and plants, rare birds and animals, and ancient palaces.

What's even more rare is that the rich aura on the island turns into clusters of colorful mist floating everywhere. Even if you don't come here to compete, you can reap unexpected benefits just by staying on the island for a few more days.

But what attracts most martial arts practitioners in the world is the incomparably attractive reward.

No.1 not only awarded the honorary title of No. [-] martial artist in the world, but also awarded [-] million U.S. dollars, and the sponsoring company paid for its packaging and publicity to spread the martial arts of its teacher.

These major sponsors are all Fortune [-] companies in the world, and the combined energy can even overthrow a small country.

They jointly support a person, which is a rare opportunity that can easily be recorded in the annals of history and left a name in history.

At the beginning, many martial arts practitioners held a wait-and-see attitude, but as more and more people from all over the world signed up for the competition, the rewards became more and more generous. Sign up with the attitude of giving it a try.

High-end hotels around the world are all booked by sponsors. All contestants who sign up for the competition have all their food, clothing, housing and transportation covered by the conference, and considerable subsidies are paid out every day. This has led to some fakers participating in the competition under the guise of masters.

However, as soon as the qualifiers of the conference started, many people who fished in troubled waters were immediately scared away.

There is no other reason, it is all caused by the cruel rules of the conference.

This World's No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament does not set any rules and restrictions. Regardless of size, height, or country, all contestants are randomly assigned opponents. Once the competition starts, no one is allowed to interfere with the progress of the competition unless they are beaten to death or begged for mercy. .

This cruel rule caused an uproar in public opinion.

But the strange thing is that there seems to be a pair of invisible hands behind the manipulation, and the public opinion is one-sided. People began to scramble to support this kind of competition that truly tests the level of warriors from various countries.

At the same time, the conference also purchased a high amount of insurance for the contestants. Even if they were maimed, injured or even killed, they would still have a generous pension, which completely relieved the worries of the warriors.

And those "masters" who wanted to take the opportunity to sneak in to cheat food and drink, after a few people were killed one after another, others fled in a hurry. Only a few days after the qualifiers in various countries and regions started, there were a large number of injuries. disabled and retirees.

At the same time, the selection competitions in various countries and regions in the world of cultivating immortals are also proceeding in an orderly manner.

I don't know what Qingniu and the others promised. The Holy See, the Yin-Yang Family of the Japanese Kingdom, the Temple of the Sun in Egypt, the Continent of the Gods in Asgard in Northern Europe, the Holy Mountain of Olympus in Greece, and the Buddhist Kingdom in India agreed without any objection. this competition.

At the same time as the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Conference was held, it organized young talents from the country to participate in the selection.

Among them, there are also underground dark forces such as the Huaxia Demon Clan, the Dark Council, the Rakshasa Clan, and the Hell Clan.

Yi Fan also watched a few Huaxia mortal games in the past two days.

In the qualifiers, there were no outstanding players worthy of attention.

They are all modern competitive fighters who can use both hands to participate in the competition. Although there are no rules to restrict punches to the flesh and blood, they can only satisfy the appetite of most mortals. For real martial arts masters and immortal cultivators, they are rare. Tasteless, not worth mentioning.

therefore.Many martial arts masters with true heritage are still living in seclusion around the world, without any desire to join the world's best martial arts association. At most, they send one or two outer disciples to make up the number out of considerations of one kind or another.

Qingniu and the others had already prepared for this, and sent a large number of disciples in the Qi training and foundation building stages, and went door to door according to the secret information in the hands of the Blind Swordsman and his department.

The northern Lion City has been the home of martial arts since ancient times. Here, everyone from octogenarians to three-year-old naughty children can more or less make gestures, and those with real kung fu are also hidden among them.

On this day, a taxi stopped at a farmland, and a handsome-looking young man got out.

The young man glanced contemptuously at the old farmer and a group of young people working in the farmland, and said slowly, "Su Zhiming, why don't you go to the Martial Arts Association?"

"Shut up, who are you, dare to call me master like that?"

"Where did you come from, the wild boy, isn't he looking for death?"

"I'm going to try his weight!"

A group of strong young people who were farming were furious when they heard this. One of them, a strong young man, crossed his legs like a big snake lurking in the farmland. His arms twisted and twisted strangely, and he started to scream at Qing Xiu Qing. The cow's arms trembled.

"Junior Brother Liu's move of the Golden Snake Silk Hand is quite promising. It seems that this kid is in serious trouble."

"Hey, that's right. Although Junior Brother Liu is here very quickly, he is very talented. A branch as thick as an arm can be tangled in two at once!"

"Junior sister Su, please call the emergency number. Although this person has suffered a lot, if the bones are set in time, there will be no root cause of the disease!"

The young handsome man looked at Tian Zhongyou, who continued to approach Junior Brother Liu, with a hint of disdain on the corner of his mouth.

"The Golden Snake Silk Hand, originated from the hand of the master Ling Hongzhi in the Northern Song Dynasty. At its peak, even a fierce tiger can break its muscles and bones, and let it be killed. What kind of shit are you practicing?"

This young man's feet were irregular, and his hands were divided and wronged, and he also made a strange opening gesture of a golden snake wrapped in silk.

The old farmer who was still farming unhurriedly suddenly stopped the hoe in his hand, his eyes flashed, and he shouted: "Xiao Liu, come back quickly!"

"Master, don't worry, let me teach this kid a lesson!"

Maybe it was Junior Brother Liu who had just completed martial arts and was eager to show off. He didn't listen to the old farmer's dissuasion at all. Look at the real grappling!"

"Crack!"

"what!!!!"

All of a sudden, everyone saw that handsome young man who seemed to be transformed into a dexterous boa constrictor, trembling and winding around Junior Brother Liu as if he had no bones. The mud fell to the ground.

The old farmer threw down his hoe, and with a light tap of his foot, it turned into an afterimage that flew across a distance of tens of meters in an instant, just in time to catch Junior Brother Liu who was about to fall.

Among other things, this movement alone has already killed many warriors in seconds.

"What a coincidence, what a ruthlessness, what a punch!"

The old farmer kept his hands clapping, pinching, grasping, and lifting gestures like butterflies, and there were bursts of teeth-stinging "click" sounds of bones rubbing together, and Junior Brother Liu's bones and joints moved extremely quickly. They were picked up one by one by the old farmers.

A group of green bulls gathered around the old farmer and were furious, suppressing their anger and glaring at the handsome young man, but the latter was still fearless, looking coldly at the old farmer with his hands behind his back.

"Su Zhiming, how about my move of golden snake loose bone?"

"You did get the true biography, are you He Yuntian's disciple?"

The old farmer asked without raising his head while he was setting the bones for Junior Brother Liu.

The old farmer was also shocked. This young man's skills are purely old-fashioned, and even surpassed him by a lot. But there are only a handful of people in this grade who can practice to this level. He really can't think of anyone who can do it well. Teach such disciples.

"Wrong, how can a mere mortal have any virtue to teach me? To tell you the truth, my name is Huo Bowen, and I am a disciple of Baiyun Temple. I'll give you Ling Hongzhi's manuscript, how about it?" The handsome youth took out a thread-bound ancient book from his bosom, on which were written "The True Explanation of the Golden Snake Coiled Silk Hand" in large characters.

The old farmer's eyes burst open immediately, and he threw down Junior Brother Liu who was howling in pain, took the cheat book tremblingly, opened the first one carefully, and immediately began to breathe heavily.

"Yes, it's the patriarch's manuscript. It's the real one. The real one. Where did you get it?"

The old farmer changed his calm expression just now, and asked excitedly.

"Hehe, if you like mere mortal martial arts, I also have goshawk fighting skills, moving mountains and unloading mountains, and shadowless piercing flower palms. Do you want it?"

Qingxiu Qingniu chuckled, and actually took out three more antique martial arts cheat books from his bosom.

Old farmer: "..."

This scene happened one after another in all parts of China, in mountain villages, cities, factories, enterprises, etc.

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