The Ancient Martial Arts Exchange Conference, as the name suggests, is naturally a competition meeting between the major forces in the Chinese ancient martial arts world. To use a popular saying, it is a martial arts conference. However, this conference is not about running for the martial arts leader or something, but just the younger generation of these ancient martial arts forces. We should communicate with each other to see the situation of the next generation of the major forces. If any one of them is in a state of failure, then the other ancient martial arts forces will not mind squeezing them out.

At the conference, except for the feuding enemies, almost all were peaceful fights. Now it is very enlightened. If you talk about dominating the world and being the only one, I am afraid others will treat you as a fool. Until you achieve the true point!

"This conference is a little different from usual ones. Through the Dragon Cave Battle in previous years, everyone has seen that our Chinese hidden world is full of geniuses and evildoers. Kun Qian of Zhou Yi, Jian Qiu of Jian Zong, Ximen From a distance, I can see from the west gate of my house that they are all geniuses that have not been seen in a century or even a thousand years!"

"I won't say anything more about Kun Qian Jianqiu. Due to some special reasons, Kun Qian will not appear at this exchange meeting. After all, Jian Qiu is a member of the Jian Sect, and the four major sects are also afraid of him. The target, and the target we want to focus on is Ximen Yuanwang of the Ximen family!" Dongfang Zun said to the dozens of proud sons and daughters of the Dongfang family present at the gathering place of the Dongfang family at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

His eyes were a little solemn. The Dongfang Family has always been the head of the four major families in China, but the last trip to the Dragon Cave was surpassed by Ximen Yuanwang. Even though Dongfang Yang lived up to expectations and won the last dragon position, Ximen Yuanwang Ranking before Dongfang Yang is still an indisputable fact.

In fact, the Dongfang family's status in the Chinese ancient martial arts world has dropped a lot since that time. Many people are even waiting for their downfall in the dark so that they can carve up some benefits. Now, the exchange of Chinese ancient martial arts is held once every ten years. The conference is the time to show their strength. If they are surpassed by the Ximen family again, I am afraid they will really have to hand over their top spot as the number one family in China!

Dongfang Yang's face is solemn, but his eyes are calm. He believes that after two years of hard training, he will not be weaker than anyone at the same level except Jian Qiu Kungan!

"I will use my absolute strength to tell everyone that the status of my Dongfang family cannot be interfered with by anyone!"

"This is the best!" Dongfang Zun looked at this son who made him feel proud, and sighed in his heart, he is indeed a tiger father with no dog son, he is much better than he was back then.

And the same scene naturally happened in all major aristocratic families and sects. The heads of their respective families and the major sect leaders led their teams and led all their outstanding disciples to participate in this grand event, hoping that their juniors would achieve good results.

At the gathering place of Jianzong, the leader of Jianzong was a kind-hearted middle-aged man. He told Jianqiu: "Jianqiu, please be gentle this time. Those bald donkey Taoist priests from Shaolin Wudang have already complained to me. If you do it again, If they destroy the self-confidence they have finally built up, I am afraid that the gate of our Sword Sect will be crushed by them."

"Well, now that I know Master, the worst case scenario is that I just admit defeat."

Sword Sect Leader: “@#￥￥%%&*@#￥%%”

He was speechless. What's the difference between what you did and what you did before? It would be more uncomfortable to just admit defeat than to kill them.

But with this disciple, what else could he say? All he could do was look at the sky while the old god was pulling his short beard, thinking in his mind whether he should invite the ancestor to protect him. Otherwise, what would happen if he really came to the door? ah?

Wudang, as the host, did not explain and abstained from this exchange meeting, saying that it was not taking advantage of the host; Shaolin, a bald donkey was practicing boxing in the backyard under the sweat and rain. From a distance, sometimes it looked like a long dragon flying into the sky, and sometimes it looked like a dragon flying into the sky. Like a tiger coming down a mountain, what's even more terrifying is that with the dance of his fists, the shadows of a dragon and a tiger suddenly appear around his body. It looks very powerful. But not far behind him, a kind-hearted old monk is in his heart. Sighing, Jue Yuan, can't you get out of this demonic barrier after all?

But then I gnashed my teeth and cursed secretly in my heart, Wudang, you shameless Taoist priests have robbed me of my qualifications to be the organizer, now you clapped your hands and walked away, leaving our Shaolin lineage to fight alone, you want me, an old bald donkey, Where to put your face?!

It’s not that Jianqiu specifically faced them, it’s just that monks and Taoists are just one-sided. Others can’t beat Kunqian and will stay away from him, but the chief disciple of Shaolin Wudang waits for his injury to heal. After that, he directly knocked on the door and asked Jianqiu by name to come out and die. Jianqiu had no choice. Although these two guys were indeed not very strong, they were unstoppable among ordinary disciples. In order to preserve the prestige of Jianzong, he could only I crushed them again.

It's just that these two guys fought and failed and fought and persevered. This kind of spirit made Jian Qiu Sheng admire them.

Leader of the Heavenly Demon Cult: "You guys work hard." Alas, I don't say anything anymore. If I say too much, I will shed tears. Without the strongest saint, what qualifications do they have to compete with the geniuses of other sects?

The Ximen family is high-spirited and full of energy this time. They always say they are low-key and low-key to the outside world, but in fact, their pride directly shows that they are determined to be the first family.

"Looking from afar, how sure are you?" In the main room of the Ximen family, where the Ximen family gathers, a middle-aged man stands in front of the window and looks into the distance, which means he can see the mountains. His eyes are calm, and his broad palms are placed behind him. He said calmly.

Behind him was a handsome and somewhat evil young man. At this moment, he narrowed his eyes slightly, silently thinking about the people who would threaten him in this conference, and finally opened his eyes suddenly: "Except for Jianqiu, Ten percent!”

And just as he said this, the tall middle-aged man in front of him suddenly grasped his generous palm, and a hint of domineering flashed in his eyes: "Okay!"

The Nangong family doesn't have any outstanding talents in this generation, but they are steadily rising. They are OK if they don't seek to be first or to be at the bottom, so there's not much to say.

The gathering place of the Beiming Family. Because the Beiming Family is dominated by women and has a cold nature, the head of Wudang arranged them in a quiet valley.

There are many fragrant grasses in the valley, and there are also continuous flower bushes. At this moment, in the center of a bright red flower bush, a pale white figure is dancing with a sword.

The swordsmanship is very beautiful. It is not like a move to kill the enemy. Instead, it is more like a dragon dance and acrobatic technique in the secular world. But if you really think so, then you are not far away from death.

She doesn't dance quickly, but every move is natural, and the connection of the moves in the middle is very natural and skillful. If you stand at a distance and watch it, it will be very pleasing to the eye.

And as she danced, bright red flowers flew out of the flowers nearby, swirling around her, moving with her sword, turning with her body, and killing with her heart...!

Suddenly, the sword technique stopped and the body stopped. Looking back, only bright red ice crystals were scattered.

This sword technique is Mingshang!

A middle-aged woman, also dressed in white, walked from a distance. Although she was past middle age, her charm was still there, and her youthful demeanor could be vaguely seen. She was probably also a stunning beauty.

"Luoshang, give up. You can't defeat that man. Some people are born extraordinary and are much better than ordinary people. Although they have worked hard, they can't even see their backs. In the end, the only ones who get hurt are themselves.

"The middle-aged beautiful woman said lightly, her heart seemed to be touched by the person in front of her, and there was a trace of flow in her calm eyes.

Qianying turned around, revealing a beautiful face, but there was no smile on her face at the moment, which made her look a little pale.

She stared at the beautiful middle-aged woman not far away, determination flashing in her calm eyes.

"No, I will definitely defeat him!"

And not only these four major sects of the four major families are making final instructions to their disciples at this moment, the rest of the ancient Chinese martial arts forces are also looking at this conference. The strong ones hope to become famous in one battle, while the weak ones

But I watched it with a learning attitude.
Chapter completed!