Mo Chen didn't want to say much about it, in his eyes, this middle-aged swordsman named Bu Xuange was not simple. It seems that he is just a martial artist, but judging from the fierce aura faintly emanating from the long knife behind his back, this person's strength is definitely strong, at least much stronger than a young swordsman like Wu Zifeng.

Moreover, with a sweep of Mo Chen's mental power, he knew that this person was a master of the nine-layer realm of building bodies, and there were not many masters of the nine-layer building realms on the field, but there were really few of them who could compare with Bu Xuange.

"Okay, then wait until this happens, and then our uncle and nephew will go find a clean place to talk slowly. Bu Xuange looked regretful, and then asked, "You are also here to participate in the martial arts conference?"

"Of course. Mochen replied briskly.

"Yes, you, you should be sixteen years old this year, just an adult, few martial artists of this age dare to come to the martial arts conference. Bu Xuange was a little surprised and a little suspicious, in the Hanhai Dynasty, sixteen years old is an adult, but a young man like Mo Chen, who is not from a good background, has just finished reading at this age, and the road to martial arts should have just begun.

For example, the young martial artists gathered in the arena to participate in the competition are really few of them under the age of twenty, and only those sons and brothers of big families can attain martial arts at the age of less than twenty, and then dare to show their martial arts on the stage, in order to enter the powerful sect for further study.

"For me, I still have the courage to participate in the martial arts debate. Mo Chen didn't explain much, just said lightly.

"Hahaha, good boy, but also, I remember that your father was like this back then, even if he knew that he couldn't beat the opponent, he wouldn't back down, and he went on stage first to fight, but it's a pity...... Your courage is no different from that of your father. Bu Xuange said, and his words seemed to recall the days when he was young and broke into the world with Mo Shouming.

"In that case, then you can try, if you are not selected, you can also come to Yongle Fang in the north of the city, go there and report my name to a random casino, and someone will receive you." Since Lao Mo is no longer alive, then I, who is a brother, should also take care of you. Bu Xuange said earnestly, then patted Mochen's shoulder and turned to leave.

Mo Chen looked at Bu Xuange's departing figure, his eyes narrowed slightly, Uncle, I'm afraid it's not that simple.

Keeping this matter in his heart, Mo Chen turned around and walked towards Wu Zifeng, and from a distance, Wu Zifeng also saw Mo Chen's figure, and then closed the folding fan in his hand and greeted Mo Chen.

"Mochen, you are indeed there. Wu Zifeng said excitedly as he walked, looking like he didn't look like an enemy who had fought with Mo Chen, but as enthusiastic as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

"This kind of martial arts conference where the strong gather, I naturally won't miss it. In the face of Wu Zifeng's enthusiasm, Mochen was unmoved, and simply replied.

"I think so, I gained a lot from fighting with you the day before yesterday, and after I went back, I will be even more refined in the Junzi Sword, and I can find another opportunity to fight with you in the ring today. Wu Zifeng was really happy, that day he used the gentleman's sword to the extreme, and even used the sword killing move "Zhaoran Sword", but he was still easily defeated by Mo Chen, and then in the past few days of recuperation in the City Lord's Mansion, he repeatedly recalled that Mo Chen's sword defeated him, which actually made his gentleman's sword improve a lot, so he couldn't help but think of learning from Mo Chen again.

This is Wu Zifeng, for him, a defeat is just a means to help him improve, in comparison, Tu Qianchen and others are more than a step behind. When Mo Chen walked into Wu Zifeng, he clearly saw Tu Qianchen quietly retreating, and when Mo Chen walked in, he had already hidden in the crowd and no longer showed up, for him, even facing Mo Chen was a challenge.

"Wu Zifeng, I heard that you were defeated in the street at the hands of a young man a few days ago, and you made yourself very embarrassed, could it be this guy?"

At this time, an unfamiliar voice interrupted the conversation between the two, and it was a beautiful woman in the crowd who spoke.

"Oh, it's Miss Hua from Fulong City, what's the matter, you are not pampered in your Fulong City, and you actually came to participate in the martial arts?" Wu Zifeng also turned his head to look at the woman, and said with a hint of banter in his tone.

The woman's name is Hua Ningxue, and she is the eldest lady of the Hua family in Fulong City, one of the nine cities.

Fulong City can be said to be the strongest among the nine cities, just because it is close to the border of the Hanhai Dynasty, it is a frontier defense area, and further west from it is the reclamation city under the rule of the Kowloon Dynasty, which is superior to the Hanhai Dynasty.

In history, there were many contradictions between the two dynasties, and it was important that a frontier city like Fulong City was attached great importance to by the imperial court, and heavy troops were stationed here all year round.

And the small frictions that occur between Fulong City and Reclamation City from time to time also make this place perennially filled with a murderous atmosphere, so the warriors of Fulong City are naturally much stronger than the other nine cities.

It's just that Dihai City has advanced by leaps and bounds under the leadership of Wu Siqian over the years, and has made great progress in both martial arts and commercial development, and has made good friends with the five major sects, so its comprehensive strength ranks first among the nine cities.

"Wu Zifeng, I heard that you learned the gentleman's sword, so I came to participate in this martial arts, I originally wanted to compete with you to see if your Wu family's gentleman's sword is powerful, or my Hua family's flower-destroying plum hand is better. After all, it has been some years since the Junzi Sword monopolized the strongest exercises in the Nine Cities, and it is time to abdicate and make way for Xian. Hua Ningxue said, her eyes staring at Wu Zifeng, and she didn't look at Mo Chen from beginning to end. "It's just that I didn't expect to hear that you were defeated in the hands of a young man with an ink sword when I first came here yesterday, I thought it was just a rumor, but when I saw it today, it disappointed me. ”

"The Junzi Sword never fights for fame, your Flower Destroying Plum Hand wants to take the strongest name in the Nine Cities, if I frown, then I will lose. Wu Zifeng said with a smile, in his opinion, the name of the first in the Nine Cities is a false name, even if you have this name, what can it make you better when fighting with others? Or can it make your martial arts more smoothly?

What's the use of fighting for a useless name?

"You!" Seeing Wu Zifeng's indifferent attitude, Hua Ningxue was a little angry.

Within the Nine Cities, the prosperity of the martial arts of Fulong City was already stronger than that of Dihai City, but when the court chose the main city many years ago, it could only be willing to be in the back position, and even the Flower Destroying Plum Hand, who has always been known as the first martial arts in the Nine Cities, was covered up by the name of the Junzi Sword.

It is because many people in Fulong City feel unconvinced, why can a small city that could only drink soup after Fulong City can now surpass itself to win the position of the main city?

Because of this dissatisfaction, the relationship between Fulong City and Dihai City is also a little stiff, and at the moment, this Hua Ningxue is one of the many dissatisfied.