This is the task assigned by his master. He represents the image of the Tang Family Xingyi Martial Arts Hall in Ping'an County, so he naturally has to participate. It is also very good to train himself through such a martial arts competition and open his eyes. Master Tang told him that the registration time was today. Since there was nothing else in the past two days, Fan Wei decided to sign up for the competition first.

The National Martial Arts Competition is a grand event in the entire Chinese martial arts world. It is said that it is the whole country. Its influence has even influenced the martial arts circles of neighboring countries to come to compete with each other and compete with each other. Long before coming to Beijing, Master Tang asked Fan Wei to only need a low-key competition in this competition and never get involved in disputes. As the Xingyi Martial Arts Hall gradually declined, Fan Wei was the only one who went to participate in the competition. If he fought with other martial arts gangs, he would definitely suffer a loss.

A small impatience will cause trouble. Master Tang repeatedly warned Fan Wei that the key to participating in this competition is to do his best. Don’t fight ruthlessly, otherwise you will offend many people in the martial arts world.

Fan Wei was sitting in a taxi. After telling the driver the registration address, he kept sitting in his seat and recalling the advice that Master Tang gave him. The martial arts competition was obviously a place where dragons and tigers were hidden. Although Fan Wei had practiced Xingyiquan a little, it would be a dream to say that he was perfect and could not win a championship. In fact, he came to participate in such a competition this time, and he had a good attitude and did not want to get any ranking, nor did he want to win any championship. When he agreed to Master Tang to participate, he had already thought about it, low-key competition, and he would run away as soon as possible after the end.

However, after a day of experience yesterday, at least he had already understood that in the capital, where the waters are as deep as the sea, there are probably many families involved in the martial arts competition, and the entire martial arts world is probably surging and the competition is quite fierce. At least, after hearing the title of Tianyu from the young master Yan Er, he felt that things might not be as simple as he imagined.

Tian Yu is obviously a martial arts family, and with such respectful attitude towards the prince of the capital like Yan Ershou, it can be seen that this mysterious family organization has a very powerful force and background. He has begun to doubt whether Tian Yu's people are also involved in this national martial arts competition. Fan Wei's curiosity has become a bit heavy for this organization.

Of course, in addition to Tianyu, the underworld organization, Tianlong, also attracted his attention. It seems that in China, such a mysterious organization must be manipulating something behind the scenes and representing something. However, because of Fan Wei's previous strength and level, he is simply not qualified to get in touch with the mystery.

There are mountains outside the mountain and people outside. Fan Wei once again opened his eyes and broadened his horizons. This world is obviously not as simple as he imagined, with too much complexity, and is deposited in the depths of society, waiting for him to discover...

"Sir? This is the Beijing Gymnasium. The No. 131 Guoqing Road you just mentioned is here." Just as Fan Wei was thinking hard all the way, the driver in the driver's seat in front suddenly turned his head and reminded, "One hundred and twenty yuan fare, thank you."

Fan Wei, who woke up from the driver's words, subconsciously looked out the car window. What he saw was the towering and majestic super-large stadium not far away, with five big words "The Beijing Gymnasium" hanging on it, which was shining brightly and full of domineeringness. He hurriedly paid to get off the car. When he got off the car, Fan Wei approached the gate of the gymnasium and suddenly saw a wide banner for registering for the National Martial Arts Competition.

"What's wrong with you?" Just as Fan Wei was about to enter the door, the security guard standing guard next to him stopped him and asked him with a serious expression.

"I'm here to sign up for the National Martial Arts Competition." Fan Wei pointed to Nara's banner in the air, "Is the registration office inside?"

When the security guard heard this, his face calmed down a little, and nodded, "Yes, the registration office is inside. Turn right into the gate, don't look for the wrong one."

"Thank you, Master." Fan Wei smiled and thanked, and entered the gymnasium with his hands in his pockets. It has to be said that as the center of national political and cultural heritage, the buildings in the capital are not only magnificent, but also exudes a faint majesty everywhere. Compared with the small county-level cities in Jiangde City in Jiangnan, this gap is really not a little bit. Fan Wei was thinking at this time that if Ping'an County could develop into half of the capital, it would probably be no problem to become a prefecture-level city.

Following the security guard's guidance, Fan Wei turned right after entering the gate, and soon saw that there were crowds of people not far ahead. Many young or middle-aged people in sportswear and martial arts uniforms were communicating with each other in groups. Many were lined up in an orderly manner, waiting to sign up in the direction of the rostrum.

Fan Wei hurriedly walked into the crowd. Just from the lively level of the registration venue today, he already knew that he didn't have to get any ranking. Because among these people, he found that many of them were introverted, rosy and shiny, and full of energy. Obviously, they were all martial arts masters and masters. For him, it was extremely difficult to compete with so many masters on the same stage.

However, the difficulty is high, Fan Wei still has to report it. Even in order to fulfill his master's obligations, he must leave a mess.

The queue was a bit long. Fan Wei was in the queue and waited for his turn to sign up. He roughly estimated that there seemed to be dozens of contestants who came here to register now, and there might be more in the afternoon, so there were hundreds of martial arts masters participating in this competition.

"Fan...Fan Wei? Are you called Fan Wei?" Just as Fan Wei was waiting for his turn to register, a voice suddenly sounded from the team next to him and called out his name, which made Fan Wei look over curiously. After this look, when he saw the person calling, he couldn't help but feel surprised, "You, aren't you Jiang Wenli's boyfriend... that Tang, Tang Hao, right?"

"Haha, yes, we just met last night." Tang Hao was wearing a white suit, handsome and very manly. He smiled at Fan Wei and said, "I will explain to you first. I am not Wen Li's boyfriend, but her childhood friend and good friend."

"Oh, so that's it..." Fan Wei looked at Tang Hao with a clear idea, "You are here to participate in this martial arts competition, too?"
Chapter completed!