The next day, under the leadership of An Lao and others, Ye Sumang arrived at the back mountain of the manor. Until he arrived at the location, Ye Sumang was not until there was a unique cave behind the villa, where a martial arts training ground was the size of a football field.

There are beautifully decorated large pavilions around this martial arts training ground, and the pavilions are connected by a long corridor, which is obviously full of ancient meaning. At this moment, there is a ring in the middle of this martial arts training ground, which is obviously prepared for today's martial arts conference.

When Ye Sumang arrived, many pavilions were already full of people, obviously the rest of the martial arts sects that arrived early.

Old An and others were obviously very familiar with this place. After bowing their hands around, they took Ye Sumang to a pavilion and sat down without hesitation.

"Su Mang, look at the white-bearded old man in the southeast corner, that is the successor of Yang's Tai Chi. Don't think that this Tai Chi is the soft type that the old man and grandma outside practiced. The real Tai Chi is one of the three internal martial arts parallel to my Xingyi. The most important way to remove force is to be seen in a while. There is also the square-faced old man in the east, who is the leader of the Baji Sect, like that bald man. Needless to say, you can guess that he is the successor of Shaolin..."

Obviously, Old An didn't mean to waste a slight time. After sitting down, he began to pull Ye Sumang to introduce various sects to him.

The old man said it very carefully, Ye Sumang listened very seriously, and he also remembered some of the characteristics of each school and sect in his heart. After all, he would definitely come to represent Xingyi to compete in the field. This was confirmed by the few people yesterday when they gathered together. Ye Sumang naturally had to know his opponent early and know his opponent.

"Remember, don't hold back after you come to the stage later. Although it is a competition, the most taboo thing for warriors to fight. If you are afraid of hurting others and dare not exert force, then the person who is injured in the end is likely to be yourself."

Old An was very satisfied with Ye Sumang's careful listening, but at the end he couldn't help but give a message.

Although Ye Sumang's strength is already the best among their disciples, and even the number ones he can rank in his generation, he also knows very well that Ye Sumang has never had any experience in fighting and is a very young man, so he naturally has some advice, for fear that he will be injured.

"Haha, Lao An, is this the treasure apprentice you took? You are really willing to send this little director to the ring. I thought you would keep him at home to feed your breasts." Just as Old An told Ye Sumang, a harsh voice suddenly rang in the ears of the two of them, and then an old man came over with two middle-aged people.

What the old man said was extremely unpleasant. Not to mention Mr. An's hot temper, even Ye Sumang couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Wu Laoliu, you'd better take care of your mouth before the sect competes with skills, otherwise I don't mind sending you back to my hometown to recuperate now!" Old An stood up, without any concealing his sharp gaze, staring at the old man in front of him.

The latter's pupils shrank, as if they were a little retching, but they soon recovered, and they laughed and whispered, but they didn't say anything, but just took their apprentice to the other side.

"They are also from Xingyi?" Ye Sumang looked at the other party sitting directly in his pavilion, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Before Old An could answer, Old Liu spoke beside him.

"That's right, but we are not on the same journey. They have practiced the school of the Song brothers in Shanxi. We inherited the Hebei school and worshiped several ancestors such as Guo and Liu. You also understand that although they are the same journey of boxing, the way of making moves is naturally different because of the different legends. There are naturally conflicts between who wins and who is slightly different. Almost every year, everyone can't help but quarrel. However, if we quarrel inside, we fight, but if we encounter external problems, we must be consistent with the outside world, otherwise it will be a judgment, which is very disrespectful."

After saying that, Old Liu looked directly at Ye Sumang, it was obvious that the last few words were for Ye Sumang to listen to.

However, looking at Ye Sumang's clear gaze, Old Liu couldn't help but be happy. He was really worried. Although he had only been in contact for less than a day, he knew very well that this boy's calmness was far beyond his peers, and he was also upright and pure in his mind. He was definitely not someone who would do something that would harm the interests of the sect.

And at this moment, Old An, who had been silent on the side, also smiled and said, "I believe Su Mang, he is a good child, and he will not be vague in the face of big things."

Ye Sumang just smiled at this and didn't talk to him.

After all, he is not a pure martial arts person. If you want to say that damaging the interests of the sect, the chance of happening to him is very small. After all, his heart is not here, so naturally he has no intention of fighting.

The owner of the villa was obviously a careful person. Before Ye Sumang and others could sit down, some refreshments and drinks were served on the table, and a menu was attached, with all the meals of Sichuan, Guangdong, Zhejiang, Shandong, Chinese and Western. It was obviously specially designed in consideration of the differences in tastes and tastes of everyone.

However, judging from this menu, Ye Sumang became even more curious about the wealth background of these warriors. After all, just by using this menu, you can see the strong capital behind them, and they are obviously not ordinary.

It is true that you are poor, rich and rich in martial arts.

As time passed, it was soon noon when an old man wearing a set of practice clothes walked to the ring.

"Hello everyone, as a leader of this class, I have learned gossip, and I believe many people know the name of Zhao, but I still want to introduce it again. My name is Zhao Zheng, and I would like to thank all the sects for their appreciation to participate in this conference."

"Old Zhao, you are too modest. Who will refuse your invitation?"

"That's right, you are always prestigious and have high skills. We wish you could stay by your side every day and ask for some advice."

The old man's polite words attracted a lot of people to be even more polite, but this kind of mutual flattery is obviously a way to promote communication. Didn't the smile on the corner of the old man on the ring become more obvious?

"It's easy to say, everyone is here to support you!" After a few polite words, Mr. Zhao continued: "The martial arts world has long passed the era of cherishing itself. Only by communicating more can we promote progress with each other. For example, Yang Luchan, the martial arts master of the Republic of China period, and Sun Lutang, a generation of martial arts god, all of which were combined with the essence of various sects to finally become a master. The purpose of our martial arts conference is to communicate and discuss with each other, learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, and make progress together."

The old man said that he deliberately paused here, and the major sects naturally gave applause very much.

"Old Zhao's skills are not good, but his mouth is so amazing." Old Master An quipped with a smile.

Ye Sumang smiled. He could see that the master had no sarcastic intentions in it. He obviously agreed with Mr. Zhao's words. In fact, even Ye Sumang himself thought what the old man said was quite reasonable.

After all, communication can only lead to certificate competition, and this is the foundation of progress. If you just work behind closed doors, you will obviously not be able to practice.

Thinking of this, Ye Sumang couldn't help but blush. To be honest, after practicing martial arts for many years, he really belonged to the type of car behind closed doors. Even when he reached the level he had reached now, he only understood what level he had been reminded by Mr. An.

As my thoughts circulated, Mr. Zhao on the stage had finished speaking quickly.

After all, everyone gathered together to compare with each other, and they were not here to listen to the speech. No matter how good Mr. Zhao said, no one would listen carefully with too much enthusiasm.

So with Mr. Zhao's resignation, many people also showed excitement on their faces, because they knew very well that the most anticipated competition was about to begin.

"Su Mang, I have signed up for you. I'll call you for a while, just go up. Remember the etiquette I taught you, and then focus on the competition. Don't care about winning or losing. After all, this time I brought you here for exercise, so don't have too much psychological burden."

"Don't worry, Master." Ye Sumang smiled relaxedly.

"That's good." Old An nodded and said nothing. After all, the chicks always have to fly. He provided Ye Sumang with the opportunity to exercise. Whether he could seize it depends on his own ability.

At this time, Mr. Liu, Mr. Wang, and Mr. Wu who were beside him also began to seriously instruct their disciples. Obviously, everyone attached great importance to the competition for a while.

"The first one to play was Gong Min from the Bagua Sect and Zhang Miao from Tan Lu."

As they spoke, they saw two young men walking onto the ring, saluting each other, then set off and began to test each other.

"Baguazhang is the most important step, and Tan's legs are naturally the skill on the legs. Su Mang, please carefully observe the attack routines of the two..."

In the above competition, Mr. An was teaching on the spot below, and at this time he also saw the importance of having a master.

If Ye Sumang alone was alone, he might only be able to watch a rough look, but with Mr. An on-demand, the gains would be more than a little bit. In addition, Ye Sumang has a very high talent, so in just a moment, he brought a lot of growth to Ye Sumang.

The two on the stage quickly finished their competition, and Ye Sumang also saw a wonderful battle.

Unlike the martial arts competition held on TV, the current ring competition is obviously very concise and clean, and it ends in less than a minute.

"Xingyi Sect Fan Ming vs. Baji Sect Sai Yang."

Just as Ye Sumang was still recalling the battle just now, the shouts on the stage interrupted his thoughts, and saw a young man next to Old Liu standing up. This man was Fan Ming, Old Liu's disciple.

"A careful look at Fan Ming's playing style will be very helpful to you." Old An also reminded Ye Sumang at this time. After all, Fan Ming and his own lineage have gone the same way. Although Fan Ming is also a newcomer who has not been in the game for a long time, his practical experience must be higher than Ye Sumang, so he is naturally the best viewer for Ye Sumang at this time.

Ye Sumang nodded at this and began to concentrate on Fan Ming.

Fan Ming has a medium figure, neither fat nor thin, and does not show his skills on weekdays, so he looks more like a simple farmer. At this time, Sai Yang, the Baji Sect who was fighting against him, was a strong man nearly two meters tall. Looking at the muscles containing strength on his exposed arms, you know that the strength he evaporated was definitely not low.

Ye Sumang, who was in the audience, couldn't help but feel sweat for Fan Ming at this time.

The competition on stage began soon.

Although Xingyi is an internal martial arts, the boxing style is indeed domineering. As soon as the competition began, Fan Ming took two quick steps and rushed towards Sai Yang's chest with one cannon fist.

Seeing that Fan Ming was coming fiercely, Sai Yang took a step back, but he did not dodge at all. Instead, he raised his elbow and came first, directly facing Fan Ming's fist.

You should know that Bajiquan emphasizes "strong, fierce, crisp and strong". After one elbow, a dull sound was heard, and then both sides took a step back. However, from the point where Fan Ming took the lead in attacking, this time Fan Ming lost half of the money.

However, Fan obviously did not have weak momentum. As soon as he stood firm, his steps immediately stood up, and his hands changed, and he faced Sai Yang's Baji with his palm. The two of them walked through more than twenty moves in an instant, without a trace of temptation, all of which were real head-on fights. Even Ye Sumang felt excited by the side.

"Oh, why do this Fan Ming always make such mistakes?" But at this moment, Old Master An sighed from the side.

"Senior Brother Fan is not a good fight?" Ye Sumang asked in confusion. At this time, Fan Ming was playing in a passionate manner on the ring. It can be said that it is difficult to distinguish between Sai Yang. Why did Mr. An say that the other party made a mistake?

But soon Fan Ming's master, Mr. Liu, explained.

"Although Xingyi emphasizes moving forward, it also needs to be divided into occasions and time. At this time, Sai Yang on the opposite side is obviously better than Fan Ming in terms of physical fitness. If you fight with him head-on, isn't that a person's weakness to attack the enemy's strengths?"

Sure enough, just as Old Liu finished speaking, Sai Yang on the ring suddenly roared, his muscles tensed in an instant, and then he used his back to face Fan Ming who was hitting him with a thunderous momentum.

"Hold on the mountain!"

Mr. An exclaimed, Fan Ming, who had just fought diligently and bravely, seemed to be hit by a locomotive, and was knocked out four or five meters by Sai Yang's reliance. He slid out of the ring and fell to the ground. He didn't get up for a long time.

For a moment, there was a lot of laughter on the scene. After all, it would be a shame to put this kind of thing that was knocked off the ring here.

Mr. An's face was flushed with anger at this time. Old Liu was even more worried and ran to the arena. He helped Fan Ming, who was falling to the ground, and took him back to the pavilion. After Old An's massages, the latter slowly woke up.

"No big problem, it's just a temporary shock caused by the impact force. I'll feel a little chest tightness in the past two days, but I'll get better after massage every day."

"Master, I'm embarrassing you." Fan Ming lowered his head in shame at this time.

"It's okay, it's good that people are fine." Old Liu smiled without complaining.

At this moment, Mr. Wu, who was beside him, sneered and said, "You are embarrassing, and not only have you lost your master's face, but you have lost your face in the Xingyi Sect."

"Old Wu, please say less!" Seeing his apprentice lowering his head in shame, Old Liu's tone was full of anger.

"Why do you have to say less? Your apprentice is too young and competitive to lose so embarrassingly." Mr. Wu would not retreat because of Mr. Liu's words, but what he said was reasonable. If Fan Ming had not insisted on fighting with Sai Yang head-on, he would probably not have lost so badly.

Just as the two old men were about to start arguing, the ring was already sorted out again.

I heard the host continue reading with the microphone: "Ye Sumang, Xingyimen, vs. Bajimen, Lumeng!"

When Ye Sumang heard someone calling his name, he subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound and saw the host on the ring looking at him with curious eyes. It was obvious that he was calling him.

"Su Mang, be careful."

"Yes, my junior, don't be careless. You can't support me anymore, and it's nothing to admit defeat."

"Hmph, don't lose too badly."

Listening to the open and secret concern of the master and several seniors, Ye Sumang just clasped his fists confidently, nodded seriously, and turned around and walked towards the ring.

Ye Sumang could see that no one believed that he could win the ring.

After all, although you have a deep cultivation level, you have never had practical experience. This is like an ordinary person holding a machine gun and encountering a senior soldier holding a pistol. Even if the other party's equipment is not as good as you, the other party can use it, so the power it exerts is still several times that of yours.

But Ye Sumang himself had no intention of losing. In this battle, he not only wanted to win, but also had a beautiful victory.

Looking at Lu Meng, who was about the same figure as Sai Yang, Ye Sumang first clasped his fists and said politely: "Please give me some advice."

"Don't worry, I will definitely give you some good advice and I will definitely not let you be so embarrassing to the one I just now." Lu Meng grinned and looked at Ye Sumang with disdain.
To be continued...