Dragon Tiger Mountain.

The sky is blue and the sun is white, and the breeze is blowing.

The martial arts arena at the top of the mountain is already crowded, and there is a steady stream of people coming up from the foot of the mountain.

A young girl dressed in a purple skirt was playing the piano in the center of the room, accompanied by about 20 musicians holding pipa and sheng flutes.

It is the opening song of the annual martial arts conference - "The Wind on the River". The song was composed by Huai Gu, the leader of the first generation of martial arts conferences, and the tune is distant and quiet, chic and indifferent, indicating that the younger generations of the rivers and lakes will not forget their original intentions and value harmony.

In the audience, some young people listened to it for the first time, wiping their tears and feeling very touched; Some people have pale hair, humming and patting their thighs from time to time.

Smack. Syllable. Bang bang bang.

"You! It's getting in the way of listening to the tune! The young man finally broke out, his face flushed like a tomato.

The crane-haired old man didn't seem to hear it, and reached into his boots to tickle it, looking at the expression of dissatisfaction as if it was out of reach.

"Boy, come and help me take my shoes off." The old man said to the young man.

The young man's face turned even redder, and his thick eyebrows trembled with anger, quite joyful, "I won't take it off!" Your old man has hands and feet and won't take them off by himself? ”

The people around looked sideways. The young man realized that he seemed to have said something that would mislead people, and for a moment he was so embarrassed that his face was so hot that he could almost fry an egg.

"Tut-tut. Today's young people are really shameless. The old man shook his head slowly, with a look of vicissitudes.

The young man's face was red and green, and he was afraid that he was an old man, otherwise he would have pointed at the old man and scolded.

After a while, the music on the stage stopped.

"Dragon and Tiger Mountain willow painting, a song "Breeze on the River" is ugly." The girl on the stage hugged her fists like a man, which was a little inconsistent with her Lin Daiyu-like temperament. "Next, I would like to invite the head of Longhu Mountain, my father Liu Wangshan, to announce the start of this martial arts conference."

The audience applauded like thunder.

Liuwang Mountain. Where the legendary version is, the founder of the world Haoran Sword. If he claims to be the second in swordsmanship, no one dares to call him the first, and he has been re-elected as the leader of the martial arts alliance for ten years. Xiao Jianshu, the young head of Wudang, studied under him, and created his own Qingfeng sword technique, which can uproot the ancient tree with sword qi alone, but it is less than one-third of Liu Wangshan. It is elusive, and it will only appear during the martial arts conference.

The young man looked excited, as if he had seen a super idol, but he was limited in stature, so he could only jump up and watch, for fear of missing a second, and immediately forget about the old man just now.

Everyone was looking forward to the appearance of Liu Wangshan.

After a while, Liu Wangshan did not appear.

Minutes and seconds passed. On the stage, Liu Hua's delicate little face gradually stiffened with a smile.

Slander in my heart, where did the stinky daddy go!

"It's coming, it's finally here." It was said.

I saw an old man with gray hair, with his hands behind his back and his clothes fluttering, flying from the crowd to the stage.

The young man who was still hooking his neck and wanted to jump into the sky in the last second immediately turned his face like dirt, as if he had eaten.

Standing on the stage was the shameless old man just now.

Lei Wufeng, an unknown disciple of Huashan, never dreamed that his path to study would cool down so quickly.

It's cool.

Now, how can he defeat Wudang Xiao Jianshu!

"In the seventh year of the Apocalypse, December 22, this martial arts conference officially began." Liu Wangshan said.

Then there was a deafening drum beat, and the drummer was still naked in the harsh winter, and the whole person was still steaming because of sweating.

The drums came to an abrupt end when it came to the final blow.

The audience was silent, people were holding their breath, and countless pairs of hot eyes were full of desire for victory.

"Please Duan Jiazhuang Duan Qingmei, come on stage!" Presiding over the Taoist priest's registration.