On the island, in a temple-like building, more than a dozen bald heads gathered together, looking from a distance, the oil is shiny, and there is an inexplicable sense of joy.

A middle-aged bald head surrounded by many bald heads in the middle has a fierce face, and his eyes are open and closed, and the essence is suddenly revealed.

At this time, he looked around at the bald heads, and said with a serious expression:

"Ladies and gentlemen, this martial arts tournament is a great matter! Before coming, the first one has informed me of the details of this matter, and I hope that you can do your best to create good results and promote my Shaolin fame!"

"I will live up to the expectations of the first seat and the abbot, and promote my Shaolin reputation!"

Under the glance of the master of the Luohan Hall, all the bald heads shouted loudly.

At the same time, in another beautiful palace building, a group of beautiful heroines with long swords and moon-white skirts, if it weren't for a mobile phone in everyone's hand, it would be like a group of women in ancient costumes who came out of time.

A palace beauty in her thirties, like the head of everyone, sitting high-end, with phoenix eyebrows and distant dais, beautiful posture, and a majestic face.

Just sitting there, a cold breath emanated out.

Although all the show girls also have the skills to cultivate the cold ice sword technique, they are far from having such a strong aura as the first woman, and they all silently use their hearts to resist the cold.

Fortunately, the first beauty was only released for a while, and she retracted her breath, and all the show girls were relieved.

Several lively show girls even blinked secretly.

The other senior sisters did not squint and had serious faces.

"I have already told you just now, this time the East China Sea martial arts competition is a matter of life and death for our faction, please all junior sisters must show all their strength! ”

"Obey the orders of the senior sister in charge!"

All the Emei girls should be in unison, the sound is like a yellow bird, crisp and pleasant.

It seems that they are all making the final preparations, and the rest of the buildings are either simple and solemn, or majestic and vast, or imposing, Huashan faction, Wudang faction, Qingcheng faction, Snow Mountain faction, Kongtong faction...... As well as the large and small scattered cultivation sects, they are all doing the final pre-war general mobilization.

Maybe the profits, or the wealth of the beauty, or the promise of the heavy position, there are all kinds of things.

And just as this complex was in full swing, on the tarmac of the island, two young men in modern clothes walked down, holding their own swords in their hands.

"Murong Jian, this is the scene where the martial arts conference was held?"

Looking at the surrounding coconut trees and empty sandy land, Su Mu glanced at Murong Jian on the side with some suspicion.

If he hadn't believed in his character, he would have suspected that the other party was trying to do wrong.

"How can this be fake?"

Murong Jian, who had a comical face, immediately raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Su Mu with dissatisfaction and disdain.

"My eldest brother is a regular on the billboard. ”

Murong Jian said with an arrogant face.

For this guy's Brother Xuan's mania, Su Mu is almost immune.

Hearing this, he just glanced at Murong Jian expressionlessly.

"Alright, let's go over. ”

Restraining his emotions, Murong Jian said with a straight face.

After speaking, the two of them ignored the helicopter behind them, each carrying a small burden, and walked towards the complex of buildings hidden in the greenery behind the coconut grove.