Days pass day by day in cultivation,
Jiang Fa still stands, practices boxing, and sword practice every day, and does not stop practicing until late at night.
The numbers on the panel are growing steadily.
In the early morning of this morning, Jiang Fa was practicing swordplay on the martial arts field when he suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the gate of the martial arts hall.
He put away his knife and stood up, looking towards the door.
I saw a few tall horses parked in front of the Zhao Clan Martial Hall, and seven or eight people got off the horses. The leader was a man in his forties.
He was tall and wearing a dark green brocade outfit.
This man walks like a dragon, with an aura of calmness and authority between his brows. His face is resolute, his cheekbones are high, and his eyes are as sharp as an eagle. Wherever he stands, he gives people a strong sense of oppression.
"The leader of the Hall of Lieutenants has arrived in person, but Zhao is far away to welcome him."
Zhao Zhong had already stood inside the gate at some point, followed by Wang Shi and several inner courtyard disciples.
That man was none other than Lie Changkong, the master of Liefeng Martial Arts School.
"Brother Zhao!"
Lie Changkong walked in the door with a big smile, walking like a dragon or a tiger, and his voice was like a bell. "Long time no see, see you all!"
The two hugged each other as soon as they met, obviously they were old acquaintances.
Zhao Zhong rarely showed a smile, "What kind of wind brings you here?"
"Go in and talk." Lie Changkong waved his hand,
Behind him was a boy about eighteen or nineteen years old. The boy had broad shoulders, thick back, and bulging muscles. He stood like a small iron tower.
This young man's brows were stern, his eyes were like daggers, and he had an obvious arrogance as he glanced at the Zhao Clan Martial Hall crowd.
"This person is at least Late Dark Force in cultivation, and his aura is rich and strong. He is much stronger than most of the disciples in the inner courtyard."
Jiang Fa looked at the young man from a distance and thought to himself.
In the curious eyes of everyone,
Zhao Zhong led Lie Changkong and his entourage to the living room.
Waiting in the living room,
Zhao Zhong and Lie Changkong were sitting in the host and guest seats respectively, and Wang Shi was standing by the side.
The young man brought by Lie Changkong stood behind him,
"Brother Zhao, I'm afraid we haven't seen each other for more than half a year."
Lie Changkong took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "The tea from your martial arts school still smells good. My brats can't even make a decent pot of tea."
Zhao Zhong smiled, picked up the teapot and gave him a refill in person. "You, the owner of the Lie Grand Hotel, are used to eating delicacies from all over the world. I am a simple and simple person, I am afraid that it is not to your liking."
"Where is that!"
Lie Changkong waved his hand. "I, Lie Changkong, am nostalgic. When we were born and died together in Black Wind Ridge, it was much more miserable than this. I came here today just to see you and to mention something important."
Zhao Zhong's hand looked puzzled. "What can trouble Brother Lie to visit in person?"
Lie Changkong put down his cup and said seriously, "What else could it be? Of course it will be the Qingshan Martial Arts Competition in three months."
Zhao Zhong's hand paused slightly.
He slowly raised his eyes, and his gaze paused on Lie Changkong's face for a moment. "The Qingshan Martial Arts Tournament, which is held every two years, has been advanced this year?"
"Hmm."
Lie Changkong nodded, took out a gilded post from his arms, put it on the table and pushed it over. "The county government has discussed with the people over at Qingyang Prefecture that this year's Qingshan Martial Arts Tournament will be held two months in advance."
Zhao Zhong picked up the post and unfolded it, scanning the densely packed names on it, and frowned slightly.
"Gale Wind, Rock, Iron Fist, Feiyan... there are still a lot of people who signed up."
"That's natural."
Lie Changkong leaned on the back of his chair and crossed his arms. "Which Qingshan Martial Arts Tournament in the past has not been empty of people? All the major forces are holding their breath. Who doesn't want to take advantage of this general trend to feel proud?"
He picked up the tea cup to moisten his throat, leaned back on the chair, and his expression gradually became serious.
"Brother Zhao, you also know that Qingshan County is not big or small, but there are quite a few new faces that have emerged in the past few years. Since the martial arts meeting is ahead of schedule, based on the friendship between you and me, there are some things that I must talk to you about first."
Zhao Zhong nodded slightly and made a gesture of invitation.
Lie Changkong was not polite and started counting on his fingers.
"Let's talk about the five major martial arts schools first. The strength of your two martial arts schools and mine has always been between the same. This year, you have a top-notch Qin Xuan under your sect. I know this. He has a good foundation and his future achievements will probably not be lower than yours and mine."
"Liefeng Pavilion, I have my own family background. To tell you the truth, the boy behind is my nephew, Lie Jingyun." He pursed his lips at the young man behind him, "Late Dark Force, I am nineteen this year, and I have gained 70-80% of my true skills with the Splitting Wind Fist, so my foundation is considered solid."
When the young man heard this, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
Zhao Zhong glanced at Lie Jingyun and said nothing.
Lie Changkong continued, "Boulder Martial Hall Li Kunlun, the direct disciple of that old guy Shi Chongshan, An Jin Peak. It is said that this person has worked hard on his muscles since he was a child. Not only is his strength far beyond ordinary people, but his external skills are also good. He is known as one of the most promising people to win the championship."
"Luo Zhen from the Iron Fist Martial Arts School follows the path of pure boxing. He is only eighteen years old and has already reached the Late Dark Force cultivation level. This person's fighting style relies on offense instead of defense. His boxing moves are extremely fast and he has a life-threatening ferocity that should not be underestimated."
"Flying Swallow Martial Hall, that bitch Shui Qingqian, although her disciples are all women, her Qinggong and body skills are the best in Qingshan. The chief disciple Gu Qingyan, Late Dark Force, legs Her technique is unpredictable. It is said that her Yellow Rank Upper Grade "Flying Swallow Returning to the Feather Step" has been practiced to Major Accomplishment. Her movement technique is so fast that ordinary people can't even touch the hem of her clothes."
At this point, he smiled and lowered his voice, "Flying Swallow Martial Hall has been declining in recent years. I am afraid that this time, I have some thoughts. I want Gu Qingyan to show her face in the martial arts competition so that Flying Swallow Martial Hall can gain a reputation."
Zhao Zhong nodded slowly, keeping this information in mind one by one.
"Let's talk about the three big ones Lineage."
Lie Changkong began to speak again.
"Wang Family, Wang Chengde, that old fox, is gentle and elegant on the surface, but in reality he is more sinister than anyone else. His eldest son, Wang Yanzhi, is at the peak of An Jin. His swordsmanship is said to be at the level of Major Accomplishment. He has very few opponents at the same level. His power is not weaker than that of Li Kunlun. He is also one of the favorites to win the championship at this Qingshan Martial Arts Tournament."
"And Liu Family's youngest son, Liu Mang, is nineteen years old. It is said that he is already Late Dark Force. He is good at stick skills and has a good reputation in the west of the city."
"As for the Zhou Family, the most outstanding one of this generation is Zhou Tai, Late Dark Force. His marksmanship is superb. It is said that he has already reached the peak of An Jin. Although this person rarely takes action, his real combat power should not be weak."
Lie Changkong finished speaking in one breath and let out a long breath.
"This is only on the surface. In the world of Qingshan County, there are also Rogue Cultivator, bodyguard martial artists, gang masters, and even those shady figures in the black market. The martial arts association stipulates that all martial artists under the age of twenty can sign up. There will be a mixture of fish and dragons, and all kinds of monsters and monsters will appear. The competition is fierce."
Zhao Zhong was silent for a moment and asked, "When will the registration start?"
"On the first day of the next month, there will be a competition registration in front of the county government office, which will last for half a month."
Lie Changkong said slowly, "The martial arts competition officially starts on the sixth day of June, and the location is still at the old place, the school grounds in the east of the city."
"However, I am here today. Apart from this, I have another thing to do."
Zhao Zhong raised his eyelids. "Say."
Lie Changkong stood up, took two steps, and the smile on his face faded.
"Brother Zhao, do you know that in addition to the places for the outer disciples of the three sects Qingyang Prefecture, the top ten in this year's martial arts competition, what else has been added in Fucheng?"
Zhao Zhong was confused. "The post only mentioned the quota."
Lie Changkong said slowly, "I had a drink with the county magistrate, and he made some secrets after drinking too much. There is another reward for the first place winner in Fucheng this year."
Lie Changkong turned around and said meaningfully.
"The first place in the martial arts competition, in addition to the original reward of one thousand silver taels, will also receive an additional Xuan-level mid-level martial arts book, "The Storming Waves Slash"."