After a long time.

The innkeeper suddenly noticed that Lao Fang's eyes were looking at the font on the yellow paper, and he couldn't help asking, "Lao Fang, you don't want to participate in any martial arts competition, do you?" ”

"Boss, there will be a silver bonus for every victory in the competition, and if you defeat all opponents, you can get an additional ten taels of gold."

Hearing Lao Fang say this, the innkeeper who was a fan of wealth hurriedly took the yellow paper and looked at it, fortunately he knew a few words, so he soon learned all the matters of the martial arts competition.

Then the two began to discuss the matter of the martial arts competition.

However, not only the innkeeper and the old man, but as the footsteps of the Divine Tree Sect left, the vegetable vendors, addicts, bridge husbands, and buddies gathered around the people who knew how to read and listened to him explain the martial arts competition.

At the end of the 19th century, there were not many national entertainment events in Canton, and even if there were, they could only be enjoyed by people who had money and free time, and those in the lower classes did not have the opportunity to go in and watch them.

Therefore, they can often only make some snacks outside the event venue, while imagining and discussing.

But now, the yellow paper says that there is no entrance fee for the martial arts competition, not only that, but there is also a bonus for winning the competition, which is not unique to the winners of the top three, but every time the winner is divided, you can get a bonus, which makes the people of Guangfu excited:

"I'm not greedy, I don't want to be in the top three, just a small win."

"You...... It's better to watch the play offstage! ”

"What kind of martial arts gyms do you think will participate?"

"Our Lingnan Ten Tigers should be able to compete, right?"

"Perhaps, as far as I know, five or six of the Ten Tigers of Lingnan have traveled to the capital."

……

Most of the people in the provincial capital may just be spectators, but on this side of Shahe Wharf, this area is full of strong men who are working hard against burlap bags, and they are even more impatient, they really want to break into the top three and earn enough money to go back to their hometown to marry their mothers.

"Hey, old ghost Zhang, I carried a sack on the dock to practice brute strength, and you said that if I went up to compete, I would have a martial arts competition." A young man stretches out his arm, showing his muscles.

"You...... It's still the life of the anti-burlap bag, don't think about so much uselessness, when the time comes, if you are injured, the medical expenses will be able to compensate you for the old money of the girls. The old ghost said with a puff of his cigarette.

"Boy, don't be reckless, you're just brute force, it's useless. You see. ”

As he spoke, a strong man walked out, in front of a wooden pillar the size of an adult wrist on the dock, after he inhaled, he squatted and poured force, only to see that his arm was full of green tendons, and then a punch hit the wooden pillar hard, and with a bang, the wooden pillar suddenly recessed into a piece.

However, before the strong man could enjoy everyone's worship, the old ghost Zhang suddenly jumped up from the back chair after seeing this, waved the cigarette stick in his hand and hit the strong man: "You girl, I usually don't see you working happily, and you have a share when you play majestic...... I think you're trying to throw me into the river and drown me so you can take my place! ”

"Don't, third uncle, I'm just demonstrating and making that kid die." In the laughter of everyone on the dock, the strong man ran away from the dock with his head in his hands.

……

Just when the whole city of Guangfu was boiling over the martial arts competition, the martial arts arena behind the main altar of the Divine Tree Sect.

The sound of clicking continued to sound, and a vague figure shook in the formation of dozens of wooden piles, and a few meters away from the wooden piles was the martial arts ring, and the table that had been trampled into a pit by Yan Zhendong and Huang Feihong before was made up with cement by the disciples as early as yesterday and restored to its original appearance.

And this time.

Yan Zhendong stood by the ring, his eyes moving closely with the figure in the stake.

I saw that the figure suddenly floated like a fallen leaf, and the trousers on his legs seemed to be filled with gas, and they swelled up in an instant, and then quickly flew to the top of the stake, and then flew to the next stake, and in this way, the figure soon appeared in the ring.

"Sect Master, is it the official yamen that has given you a problem?"

Since it was almost early in the morning last night, as soon as Shen Zhu came back from the official yamen, he practiced martial arts in the martial arts arena until the next morning, which was three or four hours, and he did his best, so non-stop, Yan Zhendong was terrified when he saw it from the side, Shen Zhu was not practicing martial arts, but venting something.

At this moment, a cool breeze blew over the arena, and when the wooden stakes were swept by, dozens of wooden stakes were like wood that had rotted for many years in an instant, turning into powder and scattering all over the ground.

Yan Zhendong couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this, it seemed that what he was thinking was the truth, Shen Zhu was venting something.

Shen Zhu took a white towel to wipe the sweat on his body at this time, and as if he didn't know the change in Yan Zhendong's face, he asked, "How is the matter of the martial arts competition?" ”

Hearing Shen Zhu asking, Yan Zhendong came back to his senses after half a ring, and then his heart was excited, and he hurriedly said in a low voice: "Sect Master, the subordinates have already instructed the disciples to post a piece of notice in the provincial capital of Guangfu Province and explain it along the way. I'm sure tomorrow morning, the arena will be full of people. ”

"Master Yan, what is the strength of the contestants sent by the foreigners?"

"The foreign devils in Shamian are not allowed to pass, and the subordinates are afraid that they will miss the sect leader's major affairs, so they don't dare to act rashly to find out."

After thinking for a while, Shen Zhu said: "Master Yan, the Divine Tree Sect can't go up to compete without one, but here in Guangfu, you are the only martial artist in the transformation stage, and the other masters are guarding in various places, so you can only be wronged to go to the ring to fight a few games." ”

Yan Zhendong smiled and said, "I like martial arts competitions the most in my life, but I'm afraid that no opponent will have two moves." ”

Yan Zhendong has gone up to challenge the martial arts halls in this area of Lingnan, but they are all defeated. Except for the Lingnan Ten Tigers, after he lost to Huang Feihong, he did not challenge the other Nine Tigers, and I heard that the Nine Tigers were scattered to travel the whole country at this time.

Therefore, Yan Zhendong felt a little lonely and defeated on the side of Guangfu, of course, in Yan Zhendong's subconscious, Shen Zhu was a taboo, and he didn't dare to think of the idea of competing with him.

"Master Yan, this is perhaps, your nemesis Huang Feihong will also participate in the competition." Shen Zhu smiled mysteriously.

When Yan Zhendong heard this, his eyes froze, as if sparks were bursting, and he laughed: "I can't ask for it to compete with Huang Feihong again." ”

Subsequently, Yan Zhendong was very puzzled that Huang Feihong would participate in the competition.

As far as he knows, Huang Feihong's personality is a bit mild, and he will not participate in the competition if he is not forced to the point where he has no way out.

Just like when he was in Foshan last year, if he hadn't fought hard in Baozhilin, Huang Feihong wouldn't want to compete with him at all, and in the territory of the Shahe Gang, even if he was forced to fight to the death everywhere, he even used the secret weapon, but Huang Feihong just took the hidden weapon and knocked him to the ground, temporarily unable to get up.

"Sect Master, will Huang Feihong really compete?" Yan Zhendong couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart, he wanted to reaffirm the news.

"Huang Feihong is not only a nationalist martial artist, but also a Chinese medicine practitioner with superb medical skills, so how can he be missing in this martial arts competition between China and the West, not to mention, he also wants to understand the true intentions of this sect, so will he not appear at the scene of the martial arts competition in person."