Gangnam, martial arts exchange meeting.

The venue used for the exchange meeting is very large, and the auditorium alone is enough to accommodate thousands of people.

However, because of the fame of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Alliance in recent years, there are not many martial artists who can come to the martial arts exchange meeting, but even so, there are still a large number of talented people who want to come to participate.

There is no other reason.

In the martial arts exchange meeting, after winning the first place, there are extremely rich rewards!

Ye Yun'er stood in the aisle and looked around.

I saw that there was a ring with a width of hundreds of square meters at the feet, which was enough for the two martial artists to let go of their hands and feet to fight, and there were several great masters who had been famous for a long time around to take care of the scene.

And on one side of this ring, there is a spiral staircase made of golden cancan, and looking up, there is a wooden sword hanging from a high place, ten meters high!

This is this year's martial arts exchange meeting, and the laurel lottery provided by the top organizer!

This wooden sword looks unpretentious, and even the workmanship is very crude.

But as long as it is a martial artist, it can be seen from afar at first glance.

On this wooden sword, there was a faint flow of energy, like the air that had been burned above the flames, and the visions continued.

It is not easy for ordinary weapons to be quoted by strength and exert more strength of users.

Such a weapon with its own energy rotation is rare in the world!

Which warrior saw it and wasn't very moved?

Ye Yun'er was originally practicing swords, and when she saw the wooden sword at this time, she secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, don't turn her head, and look at Qin Mu.

"By the way, Qin Mu, how do you exercise the mind you said earlier?" Ye Yun'er looked away and said curiously.

She didn't mind calling Master Qin Mu or anything like that, but she was very happy.

It's just that after calling it a few times before, it was disliked by Qin Mu, so he changed it to a direct call.

Otherwise, it will always feel strange to be called by a little girl in her early twenties.

"Practice more, sharpen more. Qin Mu said.

"How much practice is it again?" Ye Yun'er muttered.

She originally thought that Qin Mu would teach her some unique secrets from the beginning, so that she could be arrogant.

As a result, for a few days, there was not a single move, only asked her to keep swinging her sword.

And it was still at what time in the morning, before the sun came out, she was called up, which was torture for a young lady from a famous family.

If she hadn't seen Qin Mu's true heritage, Ye Yun'er would definitely feel that this was a complete layman!

"If you don't practice the basic skills well, you won't be able to get into the realm in this life. Qin Mu's eyes were slightly deep, and he also looked at the wooden sword on the stairs and said.

Many martial artists, from the very beginning, had the goal of impacting the transformation realm, and used a large amount of heavenly wealth and earth treasure resources to cultivate themselves to the sky.

But without that state of mind and foundation, how can you break through the martial arts and step into the realm of transformation?

"Ye girl, don't think that just training is useless, Qin Jiang spent two years just for the introductory hell training, and he has survived an unknown number of people! This is how he can stand out among the tens of thousands of people in the team. ”

Wu Mu came over at some point, put his hands on the handrail, and said indifferently.

"Two years of training?" Ye Yun'er said with wide eyes and a little disbelief.

Two years is not a long time.

But if it's all such boring, day-to-day training, it's definitely not something ordinary people can endure!

Imagine sleeping only three or four hours a day, coming together until you get out of bed, except for eating and going to the toilet, all of them are overtraining.

Is this the life of man?

"Ye girl, you can remember it, you are so ambitious, it will always be a taboo for martial artists!" Wu Mu held up a finger and preached.

"Got it. Ye Yun'er pouted and nodded.

During the conversation, the three of them found a place and sat down to watch the martial arts exchange meeting.

"White Eyebrow Fist, please!"

"Xingyi Fist, please!"

The two young men were standing in Taichung, reporting each other's names, and then they opened their fists.

"They are all famous sects in Jiangnan!" Ye Yun'er exclaimed.

This kind of opportunity for famous factions to fight is rare.

Bang!!

The sound of a white mist exploding came, and the two warriors on the stage immediately fought each other!

The two fists have different forms, and the fight is extremely fierce.

Although it is internal strength, the two are evenly matched.

In the end, the disciple of Xingyi Fist was even better, and a split fist slammed down like a 10,000-ton hammer, and a foot smashed on the gravel, smashing on the opponent's shoulder, crushing the opponent and finally breathless, and fell off the stage.

The Xingyi Fist disciple suddenly raised his arms and cheered loudly, and then opened his mouth to call for the next one.

The other internal martial artists sitting on the stage all lowered their heads for a while, not daring to fight.

After all, there has always been no shortage of celebrities, and there are many talents.

If you are not sure, no one wants to go up and be beaten and lose face.

Ye Yun'er was amazed, and when she looked around, she saw that those truly hidden Transformation Realm Grandmasters were all closing their eyes at the moment, and they had no intention of making a move.

After all, bullying juniors is obviously not the style of those arrogant grandmasters.

"Which Transformation Realm Grandmaster should they be waiting for, take the stage first, right?" Ye Yun'er guessed.

This kind of ring competition, the back is the advantage, naturally no one is willing to go up to taste the crab first, now at most for the younger generation, do more practice.

In the end, the ones who can win the crown must be those grandmasters who came with that wooden sword.