I have been wandering for many years, and I have come and go in a hurry. I always come and go in the wind and rain, and I am confident that the world is a pen. I have a wide range of writing and martial arts. I have a wide range of heroes.

Above the martial arts conference, in the middle is a square lacquer lacquer platform about two meters high. There are four large pillars around the square platform, and each pillar is surrounded by a strong golden dragon. There are silver-white round beads in the dragon's mouth, which is majestic!

The martial arts conference is naturally no better than usual. Those who gather here are all talents in the martial arts world, with literary and martial arts, and even more so. These people are not under the jurisdiction of the court. Although they do not have the power of the royal family, they are very yearn for. The people who attend the martial arts conference are also talented young people.

The one sitting in the bottom of the Fangtai is the Tang Sect, which is good at using poisons and hidden weapons, and is also well-known in the world.

In addition to Li Bai and Lanling King, the most popular ones are Tang Zhao of the Tang Sect, Tu Si Feiyu, the head of the Huashan Sect, and Luo Tianhua of the Yuhua Palace.

The current leader of the Tang Sect is Tang Zhao's grandfather, Tang Yueyun.

"Senior Yue Yun, are you in good health?"

The person who spoke was Tu Sifeiyu, the head of the Huashan School, who was about seventeen years old. There was no decoration on her head, just a light blue ribbon, gently tied a strand of hair. She wore a blue crystal on her neck, and the crystal shone slightly.

"It's okay, it's okay, I can't die..."

Tang Yueyun smiled and said, "You have to let my grandson order the competition later."

"Grandpa, you underestimate me too much."

The person who spoke was Tang Zhao. He was dressed in white and black, holding a folding fan in his hand. His clothes and hair were all elegant, neither tied nor tied, and slightly fluttered.

"That's right, Senior Yue Yun, I'm just a little girl!"

"But it's not a simple little girl..."

Tang Yueyun is about 60 years old and is also a respected senior in the world. When he heard the praise from Senior Tang Yueyun, a smile appeared in Si Feiyu's eyes.

"I heard that Brother Li will come this time," Si Feiyu said with a smile again.

Everyone also knew that the person she was talking about was Li Bai, the Qinglian Sword Immortal who won the lead in the martial arts conference in the previous martial arts fairy. Although he was young, he stood out from everyone.

The former leader of the martial arts world should have been Luo Tianhua, but Luo Tianhua's master was an evil sect and did evil, but no one could defeat him. Li Bai stood up and ended the situation.

"By the way, why haven't Brother Li come yet?"

Si Feiyu looked outward and she saw a black shadow appear outside the door.

"It's Brother Li here." Si Feiyu said happily. As soon as she shouted, everyone looked out.

The boy was covered with black robe on his shoulders, and he wore a green lotus sword under his waist. His sharp black eyes were like an eagle in the dark night. He was cold and lonely but proud, and his solitary expression was the power of looking down on the world.

"Hmph! Pretend to make a move"

Tang Zhao shook the folding fan in dissatisfaction. In the last martial arts conference, he was defeated by Li Bai, and he was very resentful of this. In addition, he had some thoughts about Si Feiyu, so he hated Li Bai even more.

Li Bai walked over slowly, and he clasped his fists to Tang Yueyun and said, "I have met Senior Yueyun."

Tang Yueyun responded with a kind look. Although he was the leader of the Tang Sect and had a higher eye than the top, he admired Li Bai very much.

"No, not bad, I've done this at a young age. Zhaoer, you should learn more."

"Yes, grandpa."

Although Tang Zhao answered, he looked elsewhere. In the last martial arts conference, Li Bai was so popular that he could win him. It was a complete luck that he had to let him suffer this time. A wicked smile streaked across Tang Zhao's mouth.

"Senior is joking. How can I compare with the people from the Tang Sect? And this time, there is another person who is stronger than me..."

"You mean His Highness Lanling?"

It is circulated everywhere in the world, and Lanling King will also participate in the competition, but it is a rumor after all, and no one has heard of him himself, so no one knows whether it is true.

"Can His Highness Lanling King also attend the martial arts conference?"

Si Feiyu put his hand behind him and smiled: "If this is true, then this martial arts conference will be interesting, but... I believe Brother Li, you are better."

"Muzan, I have to compare this to you, but Lanling King has been fighting to kill the enemy since he was a child, and he is a very powerful opponent." If it were the past, even if he could not defeat Lanling King, he could still get a draw.

Although I have been practicing the Qinglian Sword Song these days, I have only opened one level and made no progress in my skills. Although it is stipulated that I can only use swordsmanship, but my skills are all lost, and the speed and strength of the sword will be reduced a little.

"I haven't come yet, so I probably won't come." Tang Zhao chuckled. One Luo Tianhua and the other Li Bai were already difficult to deal with. If one Lanling King was added, it would have to be more troublesome to deal with them.

"He has come long ago..." Li Bai looked into the distance, and everyone looked in that direction.

A man with a hideous ghost mask stood outside the crowd. His breath was restrained and made people completely unaware of his existence. He was like a ghost, and he was a master!!!

"It's started..." When Si Feiyu wanted to ask again, Tang Zhao put up the folding fan and reminded him.

On the square table of the competition, two big men walked up with drumsticks. There were two big cowhide drums on both sides of the table. They held the drumsticks tightly and smashed them hard towards the drum surface. The sound was shocking and the momentum was magnificent, which could be said to shake the world.

The competition is like in previous years, and the competition is drawn by lottery. The martial arts conference is a competition for the strong, and most of the participants are famous families and some of the first disciples of masters.

Most people come to watch the fun. This year, Lanling King participated, so there were more people watching the fun. The square platform was surrounded and the crowd was scattered.

"I just hope to not draw the competition with Brother Li, Your Highness Lanling King, or you will lose the first game. If you go back, your master will scold me." Si Feiyu said as she opened the note she drew. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her opponent had someone else.

Tang Zhao's opponent is also an unknown person. He was a little disdainful. Tang Yueyun said seriously: "Even if the opponent is an unknown junior, you must fight seriously. This is the respect for the opponent."

Tang Zhao shrugged and said helplessly: "Don't worry, grandpa, I will definitely fight seriously."

"Brother Li Bai, what did you draw?" Seeing Si Feiyu approaching, Tang Zhao's face turned gloomy.

"Is it... Luo Tianhua?" Si Feiyu said happily when he saw the three black words on the paper.

"That's great, so I can watch Brother Li beat that bad guy."

Si Feiyu is in the world. Although she is a female, she is straightforward and innocent, and does not care about the details.

Unexpectedly, he was drawn in the first game. You must be careful to hide the loss of all your skills and not let anyone notice it. Moreover, to win this game, Li Bai clenched his fists.

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What kind of accidents will occur at the martial arts conference? Li Bai’s loss of skills can’t hide it from everyone? What kind of strength is Lanling King? What kind of conspiracy will Tang Zhao use? Stay tuned!
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