In the time after that, Lin Xiaoqiang closed his door and put all his thoughts on practicing swordsmanship, and after a month of continuous and repeated practice, it was already a small success.

On this day, after Lin Xiaoqiang finished practicing his sword, it was already afternoon, and he was lying on a recliner on the lawn, looking at the sunset gradually setting on the horizon, feeling extremely quiet and comfortable.

The best thing to do at this time is, of course, to fall asleep with the last rays of the sun and end the day's hard work.

Just as Lin Xiaoqiang was about to go to bed with a smile, some noise woke him up, it was the sound of footsteps, and there was also the sound of plastic clicking.

Lin Xiaoqiang frowned, who will it be in this time period?

Xiao Hongzhi, or Song Wanhua, or Xiao Yanzhu?

Lin Xiaoqiang listened carefully to the footsteps of the people who got up, this slightly heavy footsteps were obviously not from the above three people, a person who had never been here before.

There was a knock on the door, and the knock was slow and gentle.

Suspiciously, he opened the big iron door, and what appeared in front of him was the easy-going and elegant face of the dean.

He was still carrying a bag of snacks in his hand, and after seeing Lin Xiaoqiang open the door, he lifted the snacks in his hand, "I'll come to see you." ”

Lin Xiaoqiang, who was full of confusion, looked at the smiling dean, and didn't know what to say for a while.

“...... Come in. ”

The dean walked into the lawn in front of the house, stood on the gravel road, and looked at Lin Xiaoqiang's residence.

"It's worthy of the drawings I chose, it's just good-looking!" the dean said with a smile, and Lin Xiaoqiang, who was behind him, shook his head with a smile when he heard the dean's stinky words:

"Dean, how come you have time to come to me?"

Putting the snack bag on the recliner, the dean looked at Lin Xiaoqiang, his face gradually became serious, and he asked, "Are you going to participate in the world's No. 1 martial arts conference?"

Lin Xiaoqiang was stunned, and thought in his heart, no, you must know that he has never said this matter, how did the dean know?

"It's to participate... Dean, how do you know?"

The dean looked at Lin Xiaoqiang with a strange expression, and the people from the Martial God Temple sent a message saying that the Dark Moon Pavilion had signed you up, and asked if you had been impostored.

"The name of the Dark Moon Pavilion newspaper?" Lin Xiaoqiang was stunned, "They gave me a greeting post for the world's No. 1 martial arts conference before... After receiving their prayers, am I going to hang in their names?"

"Is that so..."

The dean lowered his head and muttered, "As one of the most powerful forces and the organizer of the Dark Moon Pavilion, it naturally has the right to invite martial artists, but the Dark Moon Pavilion will actually find you, it's a bit surprising." ”

When Lin Xiaoqiang heard this, he quickly told the story of his previous attack concisely.

After listening to Lin Xiaoqiang's narration, the dean nodded, "It seems that the Dark Moon Pavilion is very optimistic about you, as soon as the world's No. 1 martial arts conference is confirmed, they will directly send you a greeting post." ”

"Darkmoon Pavilion signed up for me... Lin Xiaoqiang looked at the dean with some concern.

The Dark Moon Pavilion is an enemy of almost any force, and they sign up for the martial artists, do they want to frame themselves?

Lin Xiaoqiang thought that he might be questioned by the Martial God Temple in the future, so he felt a headache, obviously he didn't show his acceptance, so the people of the Dark Moon Pavilion signed up for him without permission.

"What you're worried about, the Martial God Temple won't care. The dean shook his head, "What the Martial God Temple cares about is your attitude, and they don't care who the forces that sign you up are." ”

Lin Xiaoqiang rubbed his chin and pondered for a while, is the most important thing his attitude...

"I see, I'll pay attention to it when I fight. ”

The dean stared at Lin Xiaoqiang and said, "Since you choose to participate, there are some things you must know." ”

Seeing that the dean's expression and tone became serious, Lin Xiaoqiang also straightened his expression, "Please speak!"

"The so-called No. 1 Martial Arts Conference in the world is organized by dozens of big forces, the strongest forces are the Martial God Temple and the Dark Moon Pavilion, and below them are the major martial arts academies that are slightly worse, and then there are various private forces with lower strength, as well as some martial arts academies that are not strong, and our academy is in this gear. ”

"Knowing the background information, you must know that although the Martial God Temple and the Dark Moon Pavilion are the largest forces among them, they cannot control the entire assembly with their own strength. ”

"Therefore, the rules of the world's first martial arts conference are discussed by dozens of major forces, and once they are decided, they cannot be changed. ”

Lin Xiaoqiang pondered after listening to the dean's words, there are dozens of forces, and each force has the corresponding right to speak, that is to say, the face of the Martial God Temple is likely to have no effect in the ring.

Seeing Lin Xiaoqiang's contemplative expression, the dean nodded with satisfaction, "Let me tell you a few more rules that every martial arts conference has." ”

"Article 1: No force or individual may interfere with a warrior who is engaged in a duel. Second, life and death in the ring depend on their abilities. Article 3: Surrender is allowed, and after surrender, it cannot be pursued...... If these regulations are violated, the violator will be put on the Blood Blade List, and all the forces will pay a reward for the reward. ”

Lin Xiaoqiang swallowed, "Has anyone violated these rules?"

"Of course there is, but they're all dead. The dean spread his hands, "The world's first martial arts competition is held once every ten years, the minimum age for participation is 15, the maximum is 60, and the strength must be above the eighth order. ”

Fifteen to sixty years old, a period of time for a martial artist to be a teenager, the dean continued: "There was a twenty-year-old martial artist who killed his opponent after his opponent surrendered, and was wanted by all forces, killed a few people who were chasing him, and the reward was doubled, and the martial king-level person took action. ”

"It is said that the twenty-year-old Martial Sect died an ugly death, and several Martial Kings competed for the reward, and his body... Ahem. In short, you must know that the rules of the martial arts conference must not be broken, no matter how talented you are, you can't escape the pursuit. ”

Lin Xiaoqiang nodded solemnly, "I know, dean, thank you for reminding me." ”

The dean nodded with satisfaction, "How have you been practicing lately?"

"How can it be so fast... You don't know how difficult it is for the king to break through. Lin Xiaoqiang spread his hands, "Aren't you stuck in the high-level king level for decades? ”

"During this time, I was pondering swordsmanship, and my defense was enough, but my attack was not good, so I wanted to take advantage of this time to learn it, and when the martial arts conference opened, I could find someone to practice my hands. ”

The dean laughed and shook his head, "Since you understand your own shortcomings, then I won't say more, here is the information I have gathered, it is about some active rookies, you can take a look." ”