Three days later.

The ancient temple of Dalin in the mountains is bathed in the morning mist in the mountains.

The morning sun rises, casting a red light.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Three bells.

On the mountain gate square of Dalin Temple, hundreds of people with different costumes and expressions gathered.

Everyone's face, under the light of the sun, seems to be plated with a layer of brilliance.

Standing in separate columns, in an orderly manner, everyone's eyes were fixed on the large open space in the center of the square, although there were many people, but everyone remained solemn and did not dare to make the slightest noise.

Seven people formed a circle in the center of the square, and in the middle was an incense burner, and the green smoke curled up to the wind.

Mu Yundao from Wuqing Mountain, wearing a set of traditional auspicious cloud Xuanxi Taoist robes, holding a piece of golden order, facing the incense burner, with a solemn expression.

"God bless Kyushu, Wu Zhu Yanxia!"

"Today, four hundred and twenty-nine Yanxia martial arts disciples have gathered here to participate in the world's first martial arts event!"

"The emperor is above, the earth is below, and I am willing to use this meeting to help Kyushu Wuyun prosper! Punish the enemy Anbang! ”

"Yanxia Martial Dao disciple, Mu Yun!"

"Disciple, Ye Chen!"

"Bayana!"

"Qu Lanfei!"

"Wang Zuolin!"

"Chu Luocheng!"

"Chen Tianao!"

"We volunteered to host the event, evaluate the winners and losers, and win or lose! The heart of martial arts is proof, and the gods are enlightened! ”

As the seven judges of the Yanxia Martial Alliance swore an oath to the sky, the hundreds of Yanxia martial artists standing in the square looked excited and shouted in unison.

"God bless Kyushu! Takesuke hot summer! ”

"God bless Kyushu, Wu Zhu Yanxia!"

Three bells rang again.

Mu Yundao people faced everyone, representing the authority of the Yanxia Martial Alliance.

"The 307th World No. 1 Martial Arts Conference, begin!"

With this announcement, this martial arts event, which represents the inheritance of the hot summer for thousands of years, has finally kicked off.

The first round on the first day is mainly for the selection of martial artists from one to three grades.

The younger generation of martial artists from various martial arts units, families, and sects, with their enthusiastic hearts, have successively stepped onto the sacred martial arts arena.

On the judges' bench, the six elders sat at the same table, Chen Tianao sat in a position on the far right, and behind him stood Feng Lingyue and Yuan Chunzi.

There is no crazy competition today, this thing has been stimulated by Chen Tianao, and he has already understood that he will have to take on the heavy responsibility of being the benchmark of Anseong martial arts in the future, and there is a lot of pressure.

As early as the day of registration, I took the initiative to go to a nearby cave and went into retreat.

I can't help but that he doesn't work hard.

Han Xinrui, in order to win a chance to survive from Chen Tianao, killed directly in the mountains earlier than He Mad, fought with the fierce beast Flying Eagle, and stimulated his fighting spirit through bloody battles.

A six-grade master is still so desperate, and the strength of the opponent He Crazy is only five-grade, if you still hang Erlang as a casual pretend, I'm afraid Dalin Temple will have to prepare an extra coffin.

"Junko, if there is an abnormal communication signal later, remember to pay attention."

"Yes, sir."

After Chen Tianao finished explaining, his eyes also turned to the martial arts arena in front of him.

The gap between the first- to third-grade martial artists and Chen Tianao's realm is indeed a bit big, but every person who practices martial arts has come from this stage.

The minimum age for participation in this world's first martial arts meeting is thirteen years old.

Looking at the young faces on the field who were twenty years old or even only in their teens, Chen Tianao couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

I seem to be a little bit against the sky.

The Seven Elders of the Martial Arts Association, in addition to being responsible for judging the outcome of a game, also have a great responsibility.

That is the most critical moment to avoid unnecessary casualties.

The inheritance of martial arts in the hot summer is not easy, and everyone who practices martial arts is a valuable talent, and it is also the seed of the power of the hot summer in the future.

The victory or defeat is not scored, and it is natural to do your best on the field.

But if the winner has already been decided, and another death is killed, the judges have the duty to stop it.

Seven judges, watching six ways, each paying attention to every move on the field.

On the martial arts field, the warriors who had already arranged the competition system began their own battles in an instant after the monks of Dalin Temple announced the start.

There are three games in front of them, all at the same time.

"Hey!"

"Hah!"

"Break it for me!"

With a heavy sound of landing, Qu Lanfei took the lead in raising the Elder Golden Order in his hand.

"Dalin Temple, Jiuming Monk, win!"

In the middle of the field, a young monk wearing a short-robed warrior robe, performed a Buddhist salute to his opponent who was already lying on the ground.

Chen Tianao's eyebrows moved.

It's only been three minutes into the game, and someone has already decided the winner.

Jiuming monk, the strength of the second grade, opposite is a lone boxer martial artist of the same second grade.

Both of them fought with their bare hands, fighting hard, fists to the flesh.

As a result, Monk Jiuming obviously practiced hard kung fu at home, directly withstanding the opponent's heavy punches, specializing in the opponent's abdomen and weakness.

Within a few clicks, the other party couldn't bear it and fell to the ground.

Chen Tianao recalled carefully, the welcoming monk of the seventh grade of Dalin Temple, Kongye, did not seem to have taken this kind of fierce path.

It can be seen that the martial arts inheritance of Dalin Temple is still quite thick, with a combination of rigidity and softness, and endless talents.

"Look, master, that kid is quite interesting."

At this moment, a game next to him immediately attracted everyone's attention, and Feng Lingyue couldn't help but remind Chen Tianao.

Located on the right side, a relatively delicate-looking, thin-eyed and long-eyed young man is about fifteen years old, and his opponent is a big man who is more than 1.9 meters tall.

Both were armed with blades.

Dahan wore a pair of cast iron fist gloves, matching his figure and huge strength, and the punching style he played was terrifying.

The weapon that the young man brought was quite special, it turned out to be an iron spoon for cooking!

Dahan taunted wildly on the field.

"Stinky boy, you look like a girl, you dare to fight with the uncle when you buy a spoon from the vegetable market, my iron fist will not show mercy, if you are willing to call grandpa three times, I will spare your life!"

The young man's voice was crisp, and he hadn't passed the period of voice change.

"Kui Bing, right? Without further ado, I was originally a part-time chef, and the big spoon was my weapon! Your head may not be as hard as a marinated pig's head, just try it! ”

The big man named Kui Bing instantly spewed anger in his eyes, roared, and rushed forward.

Chen Tianao looked at it interestingly and glanced at the matchup.

"Cui Nan?"

I couldn't help but feel a burst of contempt in my heart, this little guy's name sounded a bit like a "decrepit man", and the name level of this person's parents was too poor.

Kui Bing touched his fists and rushed forward without saying a word.

The iron fist flies, and it hurts when it touches it.

But Cui Nan's body is extremely flexible, just like a little monkey in a tree.

Moving eastward, on the plateau, and finally directly circling around the Kui soldiers, the other party had no choice.

Kui Bing was directly enraged, the cast iron fist sleeve was locked, and he directly turned his fist, which was bound to force Cui Nan to run out of sight.

The kid was even more desperate, he jumped on Kui Bing's shoulder with one foot on the ground, gritted his teeth, picked up the iron spoon, and greeted Kui Bing directly behind his head.

Bang!

There was a thud.

"Ouch!"

Kui Bing was hit hard, and suddenly he was a little unsteady on his feet, and his whole body shook.

Chen Tianao's eyes narrowed.

This kid has a bit of a trick, and he is ruthless enough, definitely not what he looks like on the outside.

Kui Bing finally came back to his senses, and hurriedly wanted to reach out and catch Cui Nan.

Cui Nan moved quickly, jumped down with a backflip, picked up a big spoon and hit Kui Bing's head again.

"Ahh

Kui Bing's voice sounded extremely sharp, covering his head, his legs were a little weak, his mouth was scolding, his eyes were blinking, and he seemed to be a little dizzy.

Just when Cui Nan was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, the iron spoon had already been raised again.

Chen Tianao suddenly spoke.

"Stop, don't fight anymore!"