The dance forest conference is not in the capital, if the martial arts people dare to hold the martial arts conference in the capital, it is estimated that it is not far from doing things.

But now it's nowhere near it, and it only takes half an hour to drive.

The venue for the martial arts conference is a temple.

Only the people in the Buddhist sect are not biased towards the martial arts, nor are they biased towards the court, the entanglements and grievances in the rivers and lakes, and even the ranking of the martial arts conference, only the respected old abbot will judge, and these people in the rivers and lakes will be obedient.

When An Su walked, the various sects had almost arrived, and the most conspicuous was the Xuanhuo Gate where Tsing Yi Sect and Wu Ling'er were located, only the masters of these two sects made An An Su look twice, and the others didn't look at it.

Because it was a special contract, the abbot specially prepared a chair for Ansu and sat next to him.

Although it cannot be said to be the highest position in the entire conference, it also represents the supreme honor.

But in fact, in Buddhism, it doesn't matter how high or low it is.

On the left of the abbot sat An Su, and on the right sat Ning Xiaohui.

As for Wu Ling'er, sitting next to the leader of the martial arts alliance, she also looked at An Su very proudly.

Wu Ling'er's dress is also very special, so similar to the local costume of Lan Country that Ansu originally wore.

It's just that Wu Ling'er's clothes are red, half of her pink arms are exposed, and the red veil can't cover her slender thighs.

There were tiny pompoms and bells hanging all over the clothes, and they jingled as they walked.

Before the martial arts conference started, the original martial arts alliance leader was in the limelight, and he said with a smile: "This year, I won't participate, let the little girl and the younger generation in the rivers and lakes meet." ”

Of course, he had the confidence to say this.

"Martial Alliance Master, you can really say, who doesn't know that Young Master Ling'er has already practiced the seventh level of the Red Transformation Sword Technique, and this martial art is a little higher than you!" There are sect masters of other sects next to the master of the martial arts alliance, and they can't get used to his fake humble face, their family is clearly the leader of the martial arts alliance, and they say what to let the younger generation fight.

The martial alliance lord laughed embarrassedly, but after thinking about it, everyone else knew about their family, and he didn't know about other people's families, so he wanted to test it: "Haha, Ling'er is not bad, I heard that Ling Gongzi is not bad." ”

"Oh, my stupid son, that is, after practicing our hearts, we can even decide the eighth and ninth forms, which is still a little bit close." I just scolded the leader of the martial arts alliance, and now I feel very comfortable when I talk about my son's achievements.

The master of the Martial Alliance was not shocked on the surface, but he chuckled in his heart, Lian Xin was notoriously ruthless, and he didn't know how his daughter would parry it later.

The older generation fights wits and courage, but the younger generation begins to send it secretly.

Many young talents are at the age when talking about marriage, so it's no wonder that girls look at it twice.

"Hum-" With a long bell, the audience fell silent.

A monk who was not young, but full of energy, said: "The martial arts conference starts now." ”

The old abbot stood up and explained the rules to everyone in the audience: "This year's martial arts conference still follows the rules of previous years, we take a stick of incense for a while, no matter how many fights we participate in in the middle, as long as we are still standing in the ring when the incense burns out, we are the new martial arts alliance leader." ”

Looking at the direction he pointed, there was a column of incense about the thickness of the mouth of the bowl, about two meters high.

A stick of incense can burn for about half a day.

The appearance of the martial arts conference is different every year, the length is not the same, and it is not easy to calculate the time to come to the stage and win a clever victory.

"Good!" Someone in the audience cheered.

The master of the Martial Alliance said another polite word like the hard abbot.

After the polite ceremony, the abbot took out a huge torch, lit it with his own hands, and handed it to the middle-aged monk next to him, "Burn incense." ”

I saw the monk take a few steps in the air, flew to the side of the incense, and instantly lit the incense.

At the first moment when the incense was lit, someone came on stage.

"Zhou Dayi in Xiaqingshuimen, can anyone come to challenge?" The young man was in high spirits, standing in the middle of the ring and hugging his fists on the stage.

This is the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes.

Soon someone came out to fight, the two clasped their fists at each other, and the abbot said earnestly:

"The martial arts conference is over, two, let's start."

Every time the abbot has to say that the point is up to the end, Buddhism has the virtue of a good life, if only when the rules of the game are read out once, the abbot always feels that he has not done enough.

This battle is not exciting, because the rules of the game are that the last person standing on the stage after the game time is over is considered a victory, so at the beginning, it is only used to consume the combat power of others.

If someone takes out the top talents of their own sect, but is consumed by others for ten or even twenty rounds, they are also destined to be insulated from the martial arts alliance master.

Ansu wanted to yawn after these battles, and watched the boring battle for half a morning, until the incense was almost halfway burned, and a voice aroused Ansu's interest.

"The head of the Tsing Yi Sect is a closed disciple, Xu Guisheng is here to fight."

The head of Tsing Yi Gate is He Zijiang, this person An Su has dealt with twice, and he often appears with Wu Ling'er.

The audience was surprised, did Tsing Yi Gate go out at this time? It's still half there.

"Please?" The little brother on the stage did not show half of his fear.

To say that this little brother on the stage is also very powerful, he has won three games in a row, almost all of them are in a situation of instant killing.

An Su watched the fight with interest, mainly to find out what kind of road the Tsing Yi people were.

The outcome of the fight did not surprise Ansu, and Xu Guisheng won.

The next long face is that Xu Guisheng sits in a row and keeps winning.

It stands to reason that he is the pride of Tsing Yi Sect in the sky, and there is no way for ordinary disciples to beat him, and many gangs do not dare to show their closed disciples at this time.

"Brother Guisheng is so powerful!" Wu Ling'er couldn't help but exclaim while sitting on the high seat, and the Martial Alliance Lord next to him also looked satisfied.

He Zijiang sat next to him calmly, and no one could see his emotions.

No matter how good Xu Guisheng is, there are times when he is consumed, and he loses after playing more than 20 games in a row.

"Heart-to-heart trick!" Someone in the audience couldn't help but exclaim.

An Su raised his eyebrows, the little brother named Su Yixin upstairs had quite a strange move, hitting some extremely secret joints and acupoints.

Ansu just observed the place where Xu Guisheng was beaten, and I am afraid that he will not be able to move for two or three days this time.

And that's if the treatment is right.

Lianxin Jue is an extremely yin path, and many masters don't dare to send their own low-level disciples, in case they are hurt by Lianxin, this is a disciple's regret for a lifetime.

Seeing that the time is almost up, so those top closed disciples are dispatched.