Author: Iron Palm Flying on the Grass

Haizhou City, Phuochai Province.

Wednesday the 22nd at nine o'clock in the morning.

The entrance to the headquarters of Fuhai Martial Arts Association.

In the past, this place was very lively.

Whether they are martial artists who come to handle business or are interested in martial arts, there is always an endless stream of tourists who come to learn about or visit.

But today, it was particularly deserted.

Outside the main gate of the association headquarters, a sign rejecting tourists was placed.

Security personnel are also standing at various locations, responsible for blocking those who try to enter the association headquarters, etc., and are also responsible for security inspections.

"Quanjiang, He Qi of He Fist Gate."

at this time,

An old man with gray hair and a sinister face announced his name to the security personnel on both sides.

Upon hearing the name, the security guard immediately picked up the computer in his hand and began to search for information.

He Qi was not in a hurry, he just stood there with his eyes closed, looking calm and composed.

Behind him was a tall, lanky young man in his early twenties.

It's just compared to He Qi's calmness.

This young man looked obviously much more nervous.

His eyes looked around from time to time, looking at the martial arts sects who were also entering the venue.

"offend."

at this time,

Security personnel have confirmed the identities of the two men.

He Qi, the master of the He Fist Sect, and He Jiu, the second disciple of the sect.

However, according to regulations, every warrior entering the headquarters must be inspected to avoid bringing weapons.

He held the testing instrument in his hand and slowly scanned the bodies of He Qi and He Jiu.

"Please come in."

After confirming that everything is correct, he gave up his position.

He Qi immediately took steps and walked forward.

The main entrance to the headquarters is an automatic sensor glass door.

When He Qi came to the door, the door automatically opened to both sides.

Once inside.

He Qi frowned subconsciously.

Compared with the deserted and quiet outside, the venue seemed extremely noisy.

This was originally the office hall of the association’s headquarters.

But as early as a day ago, headquarters staff had cleared most of the facilities and temporarily transformed the place into a temporary venue.

In the deepest part of the hall is a long table covered with red cloth, with about four or five seats.

This is obviously a position reserved for members of the association headquarters.

As for the two sides of the long table.

Every two meters, a wooden chair is placed for the heads of each martial arts school.

at this time,

More than ten wooden chairs on the field have been occupied.

The leaders of various sects were sitting on chairs, chatting with old friends nearby, or closing their eyes to meditate.

Behind them are the disciples from various sects participating in the martial arts meeting.

These disciples have spent most of their time practicing in the sect, and this is the first time they have seen so many warriors of the same generation.

So it is inevitable to be a little excited.

After obtaining permission from their master, many people began to walk around to pay their respects.

Occasionally I meet someone I can chat with, and although they may be rivals, I still don't mind having a good chat.

only,

He Qi also discovered at the same time.

The dozens of martial arts schools that have arrived so far are vaguely divided into two categories in the hall.

The first type is sitting near the gate. Most of the leaders of these martial arts schools are drinking tea and chatting, and their disciples are also visiting here and there.

Most of the dozens of martial arts sects present belonged to this category.

In the second category, there are only three or four people sitting close to the chairman's table.

The leaders of these martial arts schools just sat on their chairs, closing their eyes and concentrating.

The disciples they brought also seemed calm and relaxed, unlike the disciples from the martial arts gyms outside who were walking around.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier between the two waves of people.

The lines are clear and do not disturb each other.

Occasionally, someone like He Qi, a member of a small sect from a foreign city, suddenly wanted to come up and talk.

They will also be grabbed by other sects they have just met and warned in low voices.

Or if they are glanced at by martial arts disciples in the second category, they will look back and not dare to contact them.

"Old gentleman, please come here to register and confirm your participation in the Non-Martial Arts Tournament."

He Qi was observing the situation in the field when a voice sounded not far away.

He followed the sound.

On the small table next to the sensor door, a staff member wearing a suit was sitting.

With a cheerful smile on his face, he was waving towards him.

"Sign up here?"

He Qi walked up to the table and asked.

His voice was very hoarse.

It sounds like the sound of glass rubbing against each other, which is heartbreaking.

"Yes."

"Because our Martial Arts Club did not register in advance."

"Therefore, all martial arts schools that are present need to register with me first."

"After registration closes at 12 noon, I will hand it over to the association committee members to make specific arrangements for the martial arts competition."

But the young staff member was completely unaffected.

With a smile on his face, he took out a form and pushed it in front of He Qi.

"Please fill in the basic information of the sect, the name of the participating disciples and their level of strength on the form."

He Qi said nothing more, took the ballpoint pen and began to fill in the form.

When I saw the column of the name of the participating disciples and their level of strength.

He seemed to have thought of something happy, and the expression on his face was a bit proud.

Fill it out with a pen.

He Jiu.

Huajin·First level.

The pinnacle level below entry.

Moreover, He Jiu also achieved the first level of breathing technique.

With such strength, even if he is not first in the martial arts competition, he is definitely among the top three.

He Qi slowly pushed the form in front of the staff.

He looked at the staff and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The other party's shocked look when he saw He Jiu's level of strength even appeared in his mind.

However,
To be continued...