The reason why he rarely meets martial artists is just because of different circles.

Now that Cui Ze has come to participate in the Young Martial Arts Exchange Competition, he can be regarded as stepping into the circle of martial artists with half a foot, and he will naturally be able to meet more martial artists.

"I can't go over as I am now, let's change my appearance first!"

Cui Ze did not rush over, but stood quietly in place and waited for a moment.

"Bang bang bang!"

Soon, the bones on Cui Ze's body began to crackle.

As the voice sounded, Cui Ze's height directly decreased by about a head.

Originally, Cui Ze's height was more than 1.8 meters, but now he is less than 1.7 meters.

At the same time, Cui Ze's facial bones have also undergone some changes, and the original oval goose egg face has become a national character face.

Cui Ze didn't use any exercises this time, he just relied on his strong physical fitness to forcibly change his bones.

However, this state cannot be sustained, otherwise it will cause damage to Cui Ze's bones.

And in this state, Cui Ze's strength can only play about fifty percent.

But all this is worth it for Cui Ze, and now no one can recognize Cui Ze's true identity, which is more beneficial to Cui Ze's next actions.

After confirming that no one could recognize him, Cui Ze continued to walk in the direction of Guyun Peak.

As he got closer, Cui Ze could already see the scene at the foot of the mountain more clearly.

At the entrance at the foot of Guyun Peak, more than a dozen small cabins were built, and there were more than a dozen warriors guarding them.

Cui Ze can't see the strength of these martial artists for the time being, but he can see that their spirit is very strong, and their strength should not be low.

From time to time, some new warriors would enter one of the cabins.

After waiting for about two minutes, these warriors left the cabin, and then walked towards the Lonely Cloud Peak.

"Is this gentleman also here to participate in the Young Warrior Exchange Tournament?"

Cui Ze walked to the entrance of Guyun Peak, and was unexpectedly stopped by the two guards, one of whom was a man in his early thirties and asked Cui Ze.

"Uh...... Yes, can't you go up?"

Cui Ze stopped and asked with some confusion.

Seeing that the other martial artists were not hindered and could directly start climbing the mountain, Cui Ze knew that he might have missed some procedures.

After all, Cui Ze came to participate in this young martial arts exchange tournament for the first time, and he didn't know much about the process.

"That's right...... Sir, if you want to go up the mountain, please go to the wooden house next to it and register your identity. ”

Seeing Cui Ze's question, the man guarding the mountain road immediately understood that Cui Ze should be coming for the first time, and immediately explained to him.

"I see...... No wonder the people who came before went to the cabin first. ”

Cui Ze suddenly nodded to the man guarding the mountain, and immediately turned around and walked towards the wooden house he pointed to.

Walking to the door of the wooden house, Cui Ze immediately walked inside.

At this time, an obese young man in his early twenties came out of the room.

Cui Ze and the fat young man glanced at each other, neither of them spoke, and their figures immediately staggered.

This wooden house is only about 20 square meters, and it is very simple, with only a desk and chairs, and only some documents and a laptop on the table.

Sitting behind the desk was an old man with gray hair, his face was wrinkled, and he looked to be about seventy years old.

The old man pressed his hands on the keyboard of his laptop, his fingers moving rapidly.

"Master, it turned out to be a master who has reached the realm of refining qi and transforming gods!"

It's just that the moment Cui Ze saw the old man, his eyes couldn't help shrinking, and his heart beat violently.

The old man looked inconspicuous, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

But in fact, Cui Ze could sense the huge amount of qi and blood contained in the old man's body in front of him, as well as the powerful spiritual fluctuations he exuded.

According to the level of the monk, this old man has stepped into the realm of refining qi and transforming gods.

And according to the level of martial artists, this old man should be a martial artist who has mastered Gang Jin or even Dan Jin.

Martial artists and monks are originally on the same path, but the focus of cultivation is different, but the ultimate goal is the same.

"Senior, I'm here to participate in the Young Martial Arts Exchange Tournament. ”

In the face of such a powerful martial artist, Cui Ze naturally did not dare to slack off, and immediately bowed respectfully.

Although Cui Ze's attitude was respectful, he was not afraid of this old man.

If it really starts, the current Cui Ze is naturally not the opponent of the other party, and he can't even take a move from this old man, and he will be killed directly.

But Cui Ze could see that this old man was already old and frail, and he could only hide his qi and blood deep in his body to prolong his life, and he didn't dare to release it at will.

Once the qi and blood are released, the life span of this old man will be greatly reduced, and it is not impossible to die directly after the battle.

For such a martial artist, Cui Ze naturally has no fear.

"Name, origin. ”

When the old man heard Cui Ze's words, he just raised his head and glanced at him lightly, without any pause in the movements in his hands, and just asked with a precious word.

"Bai Ze, there is no door and no faction, and he is a loose cultivator. ”

Cui Ze directly reported a fake name of his own.

Cui Ze used to be able to judge whether the other party was lying by the heartbeat of the other person, and he knew that this old man must have such a method.

Therefore, when he spoke, Cui Ze deliberately controlled his heartbeat and did not show anything unusual.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The old man really didn't notice Cui Ze's abnormality, and after hearing Cui Ze's name and identity, he pressed his fingers on the keyboard of the notebook a little faster.

After just a few breaths, the old man's hands stopped tapping, and then he directly grabbed an ID card-sized plastic card on the table and threw it to Cui Ze, and at the same time said lightly: "This card has your identity number and information on it, and when the exchange competition is held, it will be carried out according to this number." ”

"Thank you, seniors. ”

Cui Ze looked at the card in his hand, and sure enough, there was a number of "1367" written on it.

Cui Ze put away the token, said goodbye, and turned around and walked out.

If it wasn't necessary, Cui Ze still didn't like to be around this kind of person who had the ability to threaten his life.

Cui Ze took the token and walked to the entrance of Guyun Peak, and the two warriors guarding the mountain road did not stop him anymore after seeing the card in Cui Ze's hand.

Cui Ze immediately walked along the mountain road and walked towards Guyun Peak.

The mountain path to the top of the mountain is very steep, and Cui Ze can see that this mountain road has not been artificially developed, and it has been completely stepped on by people who go up the mountain.