As night falls, the hustle and bustle of the day continues, and the train station in the northeast corner of the city is getting busier and busier than deserted.

In the corner of the square in front of the railway station, the hour hand on the clock tower has just crossed the seven o'clock scale, and the electronic bell rings as a train from the north slowly slows down into the station platform.

"There are so many people, and it reminds me of the harvest goddess celebration in Candwall, the farmers with muddy trouser legs, the travelers in wide-brimmed hats and trench coats, and the enthusiastic village women with big waists and round waists." Looking at the sea of people in front of him, Ma Xiaolong sighed.

The train station is crowded inside and outside, and the passengers from the south to the north seem to be filled in any corner, Gong Bing and his party got off the train, and finally passed through the crowded departure road to the front square, but found that there were more people in front of them.

"Let's leave first, feelings and memories can't fill your stomach, I don't want dinner to become a supper." Gong Bing turned back to the crowd and said, then played the role of an arrow, pushed away the crowd in front of him, and took the lead.

Although the railway station is located in the northeast corner of the city of Wilsk, it is still a short distance from the city, and it takes twenty or thirty minutes by taxi, and even longer by bus.

"Gabriel! This way! ”

When Gong Bing and his party passed through layers of crowds and finally came to the side of the road, a familiar voice suddenly came from ahead.

"Hey! Look over here, Gabriel, to your left, I'm here! A young man with a ponytail on the back of his head shouted loudly across the road, waving his hand as he crossed the road towards Gong Bing.

"Wickers, when did you arrive? Did the curator ask you to pick me up? Gong Bing and Vickers clashed fists, hugged each other and asked.

"We arrived at noon the day before yesterday, and the curator has been busy catching up with acquaintances and friends these days, where do you remember you?" Vickers winked at Gong Bing and said with a smile: "It's all Master Xiaohu told us, so I estimated the time for you to arrive at the station and picked you up at the train station in advance." ”

Vickers and Gong Bing were taught by Luo Xiaohu at the same time and became their own disciples, which can be said to be the same brothers.

"I haven't seen you for a while, but your kid has not only grown taller, but also grown stronger." Gong Bing patted the other party's shoulder, felt the strong muscles under the clothes, and said with a smile.

Vickers was originally the tallest among Gong Bing's personal disciples, and at this time it was estimated that he was one meter nine, which was a little taller than Gong Bing, who was more than one meter eight.

"Cut, you're not alone." Vickers returned a punch to Gong Bing's chest.

"So you also signed up for the Warrior Contest this time?"

"Of course."

Just when Gong Bing wanted to ask about the situation of the others, Ma Xiaolong finally walked up across the square in front of the train station.

"You're Wickers?"

"Yes, that's right, you are our team leader this time-Uncle Ma Xiaolong." Vickers turned to Ma Xiaolong, gave a disciple salute, and said.

"You two know each other?" Gong Bing looked at the two.

"No, we haven't seen each other before, but I'm the team leader, of course, we have to know in advance which disciples are participating in the martial arts hall this time, right?"

"I've only seen Uncle Ma Xiaolong in photos, but Master Xiaohu has told us a lot about Uncle Ma."

"Let me guess, there must be nothing good to say, right?"

"Where is there such a thing, Master Xiaohu still praises you for being an excellent painter." Seeing that Ma Xiaolong was casual, Vickers was not so restrained, and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Ma Xiaolong spread his hands helplessly, he knew that in Luo Xiaohu's eyes, he had never been an unqualified martial artist.

At this moment, two more young men, a man and a woman, crossed the street and walked behind Vickers.

"By the way, Uncle Ma Xiaolong, Gabriel, these two are the red-clothed disciples of the White Eagle Gate, Morando and Nicole, who are specially responsible for receiving people who come to participate in the Martial Arts Competition."

Morando is a young man in his early twenties, tall and straight, always smiling, approachable but not detergent, Nicole looks a year or two younger than Morando, shoulder-length pink hair, not tall but well-proportioned, sweet and some natural baby fat.

Both of them wore the same style of clothing, some like military uniforms, but looser, not as solemn as military uniforms, black trousers and red clothes, and embroidered on the front of their jackets with wings outstretched, swooping and pounced on the white goshawk.

Nicole's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly at this time, and her eyes were staring at Gong Bing tightly, with an inexplicable hostility in her eyes, which made Gong Bing feel a little puzzled.

"Hello, I'm Nicole Denton, a red-clothed disciple of the White Eagle Gate, and I'll give me a lot of advice." Nicole took a step forward and held out her right hand to Gong Bing in a handshake gesture.

"Well, hello, I'm Gabriel Taylor of Luowu." Gong Bing didn't seem to be unaware of the hostility that Nicole exuded, and also stretched out her right hand as she spoke.

"Nicole, you—" Morando seemed to try to stop Nicole, but the latter turned a deaf ear to this and just stared at Gong Bing.

In the White Eagle Sect, all the disciples are divided into gray arms, yellow arms, and red clothes according to their strength, corresponding to the three stages of the human rank, junior high school, and high school.

As the top sect in the country, Gong Bing naturally does not know anything about them, since Nicole calls herself a red-clothed disciple, it means that she is a high-level secret martial artist.

Nicole's hostility towards Gong Bing was obvious, and in this regard, Ma Xiaolong smiled and did not have the slightest intention of intervening, while Vickers frowned, as for Rita and Koller who were purely playing with her, they couldn't interject at this time, and could only stare at it.

When the two hands were finally clasped together, the corners of Nicole's mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of triumphant expression, she immediately used her internal strength, and her strength gathered in her right hand, and she made up her mind to give Gong Bing a dismount and make him suffer a little.

The White Eagle Gate is famous for its hand skills, especially the claw skills, which are the best in Tutlan, practiced to a high level, with strong grip and strength, and even steel can be torn.

Don't look at Nicole as just a delicate girl, being able to wear the red clothes of the White Eagle Gate, her strength is naturally undoubted.

But one second, two seconds, three seconds, and ten seconds passed, and a stunned look crept up Nicole's face, but Gong Bing still looked calm, and the two kept shaking hands, as if petrified.

"Nicole from the White Eagle Gate, are you okay?" Seeing that the other party had no intention of letting go, Gong Bing chuckled lightly and asked knowingly.

Nicole didn't speak, at this time her attention fell on her right hand, she felt that what she was holding at the moment was not a human hand at all, like a stone like iron, hard to death, it was clearly an iron tong!!

Damn it, no matter how hard she tried, she didn't move, but instead knocked her palms painfully.

"Nicole!"

Morando couldn't look past it and patted his companion on the shoulder, who came to his senses and let go of his hand in a huff.

"You must be tired after a day's train, I'll take you to have dinner first, and then go to our White Eagle Gate headquarters, please come with me on the opposite side of the car."

Morando said loudly to the crowd, and then didn't give Nicole any more chance to speak, and immediately pulled her towards the way she came.

"Are you alright?" Vickers looked at Gong Bing's hand and asked with concern, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the two had just clashed secretly.

"What can happen?"

"Don't you feel a little bit in your hands?"

"Of course I feel it, but it's all a small thing, let's go, my stomach is already fighting, and that's the most important thing." Gong Bing seemed to be unconcerned.

Nicole's strength is not small, in other words, ordinary people would have been crushed by her to crush the bones of her palm, but it is not worth mentioning to Gong Bing at all.

As for why the other party did this, Gong Bing didn't bother to think about it.

As the organizer of this martial arts competition, the White Eagle Gate is also one of the strongest secret martial arts sects in China, and it is also a normal operation to meet and dismount.

With that, Gong Bing stepped forward and followed.

"Okay, don't worry." Bruce Ma patted Vickers on the shoulder, who looked back at him.

Vickers was worried about the attitude of the White Eagle Gate, and he felt a little targeted, after all, Nicole's status in the White Eagle Gate was not low.

"I can see it, you are a worrying character, don't worry, as long as you participate in the martial arts competition a few more times, you won't make such a fuss."

Ma Xiaolong didn't give him a chance to speak, put his arm around his shoulders and walked up.

Because he had inquired in advance, in order to pick up Gong Bing and his party, Morando brought two cars over, he and Nicole were both red-clothed disciples, so naturally it was not their turn to drive, and there was a full-time driver in each car.

In this martial arts competition, all the participants were arranged to stay at the headquarters of the White Eagle Gate, but before setting off for the headquarters of the White Eagle Gate, Morando first took everyone to solve the problem of dinner.

It can be seen that the White Eagle Gate is not bad for money, although it is just a light meal, but Morando did not neglect it, and still chose a high-grade restaurant.

The special private room, the thoughtful service, and the dishes are also exquisite and delicious, so everyone is also very satisfied.

Morando is not only knowledgeable, but also funny and humorous, he will not be dull when he is present, and he always has a smile on his face, which is easy to make people feel friendly and good, so there is no cold scene in the process of eating.

And this should be the reason why he was sent by the White Eagle Sect to be responsible for receiving guests.

Only Nicole sat beside Morando's side silently with a wooden face the whole time, like a Buddha statue, so the people present consciously ignored her.

After dinner, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening when Morando dropped everyone off at headquarters.

The headquarters of the White Eagle Gate is located in a low hill northwest of the city of Wilsk.

In this hill, there is a hill with a height of five or six hundred meters, because the mountain is full of hard texture, black rocks all over, so it was called Wushi Mountain by the local people in ancient times, but since the White Eagle Gate set up the headquarters here, Wushi Mountain was renamed White Eagle Mountain.

After hundreds of years of operation and planning, Baiying Mountain has been divided into many different areas, with buildings layered on top of each other, stone stairs and cement roads winding up.

There is a lake of hundreds of hectares at the foot of Baiying Mountain, the lake surface is as smooth as a mirror, the reflection of the starlight, a small mansion-style building is built around the lake, all of which are built by Baiying Gate to entertain foreign guests, each of which is equipped with special staff, responsible for daily care and service of guests.

Morando sent Gong Bing and the others to one of the mansions, and asked the staff in the mansion to take over the good reception, and then hurriedly left with Nicole, after all, the day after tomorrow is the martial arts Dabi, as a core disciple, he still has many things to do.