Walking on the busy street, Wang Yingxuan heard many people talking about the plum blossoms blooming in Wo Mei Garden. At that moment, Wang Yingxuan followed a few people and walked in the direction of Wo Mei Garden.
Although it was cold winter, there was a huge flow of people outside Womei Garden. Wang Yingxuan felt a faint sense of joy as he walked through the crowd.
Looking around, he saw many trees with red paper stuck on them, with the characters "福" and "春" in them. Wang Yingxuan's heart skipped a beat. This period of time turned out to be just after the New Year. He had been in this world for more than half a year, and the New Year was over.
I didn't even notice it.
Ha! It’s really different from before. In the past, even if I didn’t want to celebrate the New Year, I had to be stimulated by the sound of firecrackers and fireworks filling my ears and various festive scenes. But now, if I don’t want to think about it, I won’t notice the surroundings at all.
New Year scene.
With Wang Yingxuan thinking, he entered the Plum Blossom Garden and saw the plum blossom trees blooming brightly. The red plums, white plums, and yellow plums were all very bright, and there were also some potted plum blossoms with different shapes.
A piece of red paper is posted on the wall, writing how to appreciate plum blossoms.
"Plum blossoms are beautiful when they are curved or sparse, straight when they are straight and shapeless, dense when they are shapeless..."
"Appreciate the plum blossoms, smell the fragrance, look at the color..."
Wang Yingxuan watched briefly while listening to the old man explaining to the young people around him. He felt very peaceful and even thought of staying here for a while, taking the opportunity to sort out what he had gained in the recent period.
"Prefect Song has arrived." At this moment, a loud voice sounded, and then Wang Yingxuan saw a large group of people around him and knelt down.
A middle-aged man in his mid-thirties, wearing official uniform, walked in. This middle-aged man was tall and powerful, with a white face and a slight beard, and he walked with great dignity.
In front of him, two head catchers opened the way. One of the two catchers was a big man with strong muscles. Even wearing a head catcher's uniform could not hide his muscles that were about to explode. He was a master of external martial arts; and the other one was a master of martial arts.
, his breathing is long and his walking is light and silent, he is actually a master of internal medicine.
Behind the prefect, there were also four head catchers with long knives hanging on them.
Extraordinary majesty.
Magistrate Song glanced around and smiled. Just as he was about to ask the people to stand up, he saw Wang Yingxuan's figure standing among the people kneeling on the ground, so conspicuous and eye-catching.
His eyes swept over Wang Yingxuan. Wang Yingxuan met his gaze, but showed no intention of dodging.
In such a winter, he is only wearing single clothes, and his posture is calm and not afraid of the cold at all. This is a master of internal strength.
There was a cold glint in Magistrate Song's eyes, but he nodded to Wang Yingxuan. Then he said loudly: "You don't need to be polite, just enjoy the plum blossoms with peace of mind."
Wang Yingxuan felt a sense of danger in his heart, and there was nothing wrong with that.
He couldn't help but be surprised in his heart, this is just a prefect, but he gave me such a strong feeling of danger? Is there something fishy?
At this time, everyone stood up. Magistrate Song looked around and then left. Wang Yingxuan felt that the people around him looked at him with some regret and sympathy.
Wang Yingxuan became even more curious and made up his mind to visit Magistrate Song's house at night. But as soon as Wang Yingxuan walked out of the plum garden, someone stopped him. This person was the same person who had followed Magistrate Song before.
"Young hero, our Changxing Palace is holding a Changxing Palace Heroes Conference. This is an invitation, inviting young hero to participate." The man smiled at Wang Yingxuan, but there was a sense that he could not refuse in his words.
"I was about to go visit Magistrate Song's house, but you came to visit me first. In that case, I will go and have a look with you."
Wang Yingxuan thought about it and immediately took the invitation, which had the words Changxing Prefecture Heroes Conference written on it.
"Young hero, I am Lu Youfang, the head catcher of the Changxing Prefecture. I don't know what to call him. What sect I am from and what kind of weapons I am good at?" Lu Youfang spoke politely.
"My name is Wang Tianjian. I am good at swordsmanship and palm skills. I have no sect or sect." Wang Yingxuan pondered for a while and gave a false name.
"It turns out to be Mr. Wang, whom I have admired for a long time," Lu Youfang said politely with a smile on his face, and casually introduced the Heroes Conference to Wang Yingxuan:
"Our Heroes Conference in Changxing Prefecture was initiated by the previous generation of prefects and was held every three or five years. Heroes who lived in Changxing Prefecture or passed through Changxing Prefecture were invited to participate, as well as military experts.
, there are fifty-seven people from the world of martial arts invited this year, including Wang Shaoxia, the total is fifty-eight. Anyone who participates in this hero conference will receive ten taels of silver as a gift, and if they can enter the top eight, they will receive another hundred cars.
Money will be given as a gift. As for the first place in the competition, the reward this time is a sword."
Listening to Lu Youfang's introduction, Wang Yingxuan also became interested and asked: "What are the levels of the masters you invited?"
"The lowest is someone who can enter the first level." Lu Youfang said with a smile; "Young Shaoxia Wang is living in the cold winter, and his clothes are so thin and fearless. It is obvious that he is also a master of the first level internal strength. At his age, he will definitely become famous in the world in the future."
For a person of Wang Yingxuan's age, cultivating the internal energy to the first level is already an extremely high level of talent. Naturally, the head catcher does not believe that Wang Yingxuan's internal energy has reached the first level. Of course, if not for Wang Yingxuan's unexpected encounter, it is difficult to say whether the internal energy has reached the upper level now.
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Lu Youfang guided Wang Yingxuan into a large mansion and said: "This is the home of Shan Tao, the head arrester. This heroes conference will be held here. Wang Shaoxia, please come in."
Wang Yingxuan entered the courtyard and found that the courtyard was very large. It was much larger than Zhao Tianyu's house before. He couldn't help but be secretly surprised that this single arrester could own such a large residence in the city. It was really
Incredible.
When the two of them turned around a retaining wall, they suddenly felt like they were in a huge martial arts arena.
In the martial arts arena was the catcher who traveled with the Song magistrate and a master of internal martial arts that I had seen before. He was talking about the martial arts competition in front of the stage, and on both sides of him stood thirty or forty people from the martial arts world.
And some big men in the army wearing leather armor, all of them have extraordinary momentum.
Lu Youfang brought Wang Yingxuan to one side and stood there. Shan Tao in front of the stage saw Wang Yingxuan's arrival, and his eyes flashed.
He loudly said: "This is the prize for the first place in this competition, the Changhong Sword,"
As he spoke, Shan Tao picked up a sword and unsheathed the sword with a groan. Shan Tao casually drew it in the air, and the sun shone on the sword. As the sword moved, a rainbow appeared.
Ding, a sword-testing stone with good texture can be easily cut into two pieces.
"What a sword!"
The people around him couldn't help but cheer. Gold and silver were not very attractive to them, but magic weapons and secret books were the most attractive things to them.
When they saw the power of the Changhong Sword, many people's eyes showed a fiery light.
Wang Yingxuan was also moved. He was in short supply of a good sword, but he didn't want to win the first place in the competition, because as soon as he entered here, he felt uncomfortable. He had to find the danger in this courtyard.
Only then can you exert your full strength.
"Okay, let's start the competition. The sword has no eyes. The first round of the competition will be with fists and kicks." Shan Tao said loudly: "I will allocate the opponents according to the order recorded in this list."
"The first match. Mr. Luneng Lu of Changxing Prefecture's Golden Sword and Iron Fist vs. Mo Yixuan, the great sage of Monkey Fist."
As soon as Shan Tao finished speaking, an old man and a thin middle-aged man jumped into the arena. The old man was in his fifties, but had a ruddy complexion and was wearing a huge cloak.
He didn't even take off his clothes during this competition, so he was obviously very confident in himself. This person was Luneng of the Golden Sword and Iron Fist, and the other thin middle-aged man was Mo Yixuan.
"Hey!" Luneng jumped in front of Mo Yixuan and attacked with both fists. Mo Yixuan's body slightly bent and he punched out as he moved, looking like a giant monkey.
Palm technique, palm technique, Wang Yingxuan's heart moved, sword technique has three realms, does palm technique also have three realms?
I want to create a set of palm techniques that can bring out the maximum power of New Moon's inner energy. Only by having enough practical experience and absorbing the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought can this be possible.
Luneng and Mo Yixuan fought twenty or thirty rounds in the blink of an eye, and they were evenly matched. Wang Yingxuan could see that both of them practiced external skills, but their auras were long and long.
Mo Yixuan couldn't help but suddenly passed by Luneng, came from behind him, and stepped on the cloak. At this moment, Luneng swung the cloak back with both hands, covering Mo Yixuan.
Under the cloak.
Immediately afterwards, he rushed up and punched Mo Yixuan with all his strength several times in a row. He could only hear a popping sound. When Luneng withdrew his fists and pulled off his cloak, Mo Yixuan had been beaten to death by random punches, with blood flowing from all his orifices.
miserable.
The rhythm of the first game often affects the rest. Someone died tragically in the first game, and I'm afraid someone died tragically in the subsequent competitions too!
Although the martial arts of the participants in this competition were not high, it was much more dangerous than the Hengshan Sword Sect's sword trial competition.
Wang Yingxuan glanced at Shan Tao and saw him nodding with satisfaction and smiling at Luneng.
Sure enough, something was fishy. Wang Yingxuan became completely vigilant.
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