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What's more, there is a gap in the basic strength of the two.

The martial artist's own strength is the foundation, and the Martial Immortal Tower is the ladder to the sky!

"It's not enough, I heard that this year, there will be masters of the sixth, seventh and eighth floors of the two-storied pagoda to participate, and even in the fiercest competition, it seems that there are masters of the three-storied pagoda!" Rosen said in a solemn tone.

"Triple Pagoda?!" Dai Wei was startled, but then smiled bitterly and sighed, "Isn't it, the rewards of this year's martial arts meeting are so rich, of course these masters won't miss it......"

"Little brother, the level in the Martial Immortal Tower is not all of a martial artist. ”

Behind Rosen, an old man's voice sounded, which was gentle and calm, and it was like a spring breeze. But Rosen and Dai Wei were shocked, they didn't even notice the movement of the old man behind them - even in the queue, they should have paid attention to the people in the queue before and after, but they didn't notice it at all?

Devi Rosen looked behind Rosen, and sure enough, behind them, there stood an old man in an orange coat and black trousers, he wore a small round hat, but he wore a cat-face mask on his face, but judging from the few white whiskers exposed under the mask and Fang Cai's voice, this person must be a very old man.

"Old man, are you also here to participate in the competition?" disrespectful ......" Lawson was inconvenient to turn around, so he bowed his hand.

Dai Wei, who was in front of him, also saluted, which was the basic etiquette of the junior martial arts to the seniors. With such an example as Wu Xianliu, many martial arts sects have become strict with the standards for accepting apprentices, especially the issue of character and style, which is even more important. Among them, respecting the elders and the young and valuing the seniors is the most basic one.

"Hehe, I'm not, I'm here to get the number plate for the little grandson at home. The old man in the cat-faced mask shook the registration card in his hand, and the sound of laughter came through the mask, as if in his ears.

"Oh, then your grandson ......" Dai Wei looked around the old man, and did not find any young people practicing martial arts following, so he was curious to ask, but was stopped by Lawson behind him.

Rosen took a breath, looked at the old man's cat-faced mask with blazing eyes, and said eloquently:

"The old man is right, the realm of the Martial Immortal Pagoda is indeed not the only one, there are many people in this world who have poor physical qualifications but are smooth sailing on the Martial Immortal Pagoda, and there are also many people who are slow to enter the realm on the Martial Immortal Pagoda, but the practical cultivation of skills is a thousand miles away......

"However, the younger generation thinks that if you want to become a generation of grandmasters like Mr. Sun Gohan, your own skills and the Martial Immortal Fist on the Martial Immortal Tower are indispensable. Although the Martial Immortal Fist did not have much effect before practicing Qigong, you must know that Mr. Sun Gohan, as a personal disciple of the legendary Martial Immortal, not only has peerless skills, but also left an unsurpassed record on the Martial Immortal Pagoda of the Virtual Earth Network, and his great name has been hanging on the eighteenth level of the Martial Immortal Pagoda far away......

"Huh...... You're right, young man. The old man in the cat-faced mask just said this, and he didn't say anything, which made Rosen feel a little disappointed in his heart.

Seeing that the old man no longer spoke, Lawson and the others continued to line up, and while they were talking and chatting, the line had moved forward a lot.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Dai Wei in a whisper, looking back.

"Don't you notice that the old man, though he wears a mask, speaks without a dull sense of dullness, which makes us sound as if he is not wearing a mask at all...... This is something that requires extremely advanced qigong skills to do, and I thought I could ......" Lawson whispered, shaking his head as he spoke, a little regretful.

"Oh...... Oh!" Dai Wei realized and thumped his hands.

The old man in the cat-faced mask shook his head behind him and walked leisurely to follow. After a long time, Dai Wei and Lawson in front of them finally completed the registration procedures and received their respective race number plates. The two walked out of the queue, nodded to the old man in the cat-faced mask, and walked away.

"Hello, please show your registration ID. The staff sat behind the workbench and politely said to the old man in the cat-faced mask.

The old man handed it to him.

The staff took the certificate and skillfully in front of the ultra-thin laptop on his workbench (it is worth mentioning that after the official opening of the virtual earth network, the virtual earth network company cooperated with several communication companies to set up a wireless network around the world with the workstation of the virtual earth network as a link), and compared with the certificate information of the old man with a cat face mask, he read while losing:

"Hmm, Sun, Wu, Kong...... Hehe, this name is very similar to Mr. Sun Gohan...... No. 2003505a, hmm...... Huh?!" He looked at the complete information on the computer screen in surprise, the photo of the contestant is still old, it is actually an eight-year-old child?!

The old man wearing the cat-face mask, that is, Sun Gohan, saw the surprise of the staff, and he explained: "It was my grandson who participated in the competition, and he went to find the bathroom, so my old man lined up for him to get a number." ”

"Oh......" The staff nodded, because there were still many people lined up behind Sun Gohan, although he wondered, he could only say in a hurry, "The old man's little grandson is so young, and he actually came to participate in the world's first martial arts meeting, it's really amazing!"

As he spoke, a circular number plate was pressed out of a small machine next to his laptop.

Sun Gohan took the number plate with heat, the number 505 was written on the front, and at the turn of it, it was the propaganda text of the world's first martial arts association, and the background was a big "martial arts" pattern, which was designed very concisely, but it did not lose its beauty.

"Hehe, it's okay, take him to see it. Sun Gohan smiled and put the number plate into his arms and immediately lined up.

Immediately from the place where he queued up to receive the number, Sun Gohan came to the place where the crowd of spectators entered. It is no more crowded than the contestants' area, with men calling friends, beautiful women dressed up, children chasing and fighting, all kinds of half-orcs, ordinary people, martial artists, people coming and going, very lively.

Walking under a palm tree, Son Gohan and his little grandson made an appointment to meet here.

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"Toilet toilet toilet toilet toilet ......"

On the periphery of the martial arts meeting hall, a little guy with a long tail was running around with his lower abdomen covered, he was wearing a sleeveless blue cloth shirt, light yellow loose trousers, black platform cloth shoes, a white cloth belt and wrist guards, looking very simple. At this time, he was using a pair of smart and pure eyes, turning his head everywhere to find where the "toilet" his grandfather said.

. (To be continued.) )