At noon, the sun is like a fire, extremely fierce, and the slightest moisture in the earth is steamed up by the sun, turning into boiling heat, which can really be described as hot and smoking.

Today's Blood Scorpion Martial Arts Hall is very lively, the owners of the thirty-six martial arts halls in the base gather together, and the scene of these bigwigs talking and laughing together is really rare.

However, in a corner, there were three people with gloomy expressions, sitting here without saying a word, which seemed out of place with the surrounding atmosphere, and these three people were the three hall masters who came to the Extreme Martial Arts Hall yesterday to make trouble.

"Pavilion Master Li, do you say that Zhao Changfeng can come?" Pavilion Master Yang's expression flickered, he sat here for a while, and finally couldn't bear it anymore at this time, and turned his head to ask Pavilion Director Li beside him.

"That kid isn't an idiot either, he can come if he makes such a big move, but. Pavilion Master Li shook his head as he said this, "But I don't believe him when he says he can pass the assessment." ”

"That's good, that's good. ”

Director Li is already in his sixties this year, he has been in this martial arts hall for many years, he can be said to be an old fritter, hearing him say this, Curator Yang and Curator Jin on the side also secretly sighed, and then began to talk and laugh with the curators around him.

There are six people sitting in the center of the hall, but it seems that their status is higher than the rest of the pavilion masters, although like all the pavilion masters, there are proud apprentices standing behind them, but the apprentices are dressed in black, but there are only six of them, it seems that these six people are the martial arts hall masters with black-clothed apprentices in the base. And the most conspicuous among these people is an old man with half-white hair, his status is obviously the highest, and he is sitting in the center of the hall at this time, he is Yang Bingyi, the owner of the Blood Scorpion Martial Arts Pavilion.

Yang Bingyi used to be a martial artist in the army, because he injured the dantian on the battlefield, he had to retire early, although he could no longer use the Force in this life, but he did not leave behind the physique and experience of many years of martial arts, so he opened his own martial arts hall, due to the previous military professional relationship, his vision and knowledge are much stronger than other museum directors, so over the years he has taught a lot of black-clothed disciples, and even a few disciples finally became martial artists, and the blood scorpion martial arts hall was able to quickly become famous, and finally became the best martial arts hall in the base.

Although Yang Bingyi's hair has entered old age, his spirit is not at all like what an old man should be, I saw that the long gray hair was neatly combed by him, and although a pair of eyes were not as moist as young people, the faint essence of them was extremely dazzling. At this time, while greeting with the surrounding martial arts halls, he also commanded the disciples to entertain, which was not hectic at all, and seemed to be at ease.

And in the midst of this hustle and bustle, there is a pavilion owner who is sitting on a chair with a frown and not saying a word, which seems out of place with the surroundings, he is Lu Gang.

Although there is no black-clothed martial artist in the Extreme Martial Arts Gym now, he also has this strength after all, although he can't sit on the main seat now, but at this time, he is also arranged in a position closest to the six hall masters. At this time, his expression was clearly seen by Yang Bingyi.

"Xiao Lu, don't be nervous, I see that your apprentice is also a good piece of material, although his training time is still short, but it is not impossible to have the strength of black clothes now. Yang Bingyi comforted Lu Gang.

Lu Gang came back to his senses when he heard this, and said with a wry smile at this time: "Don't hide it from Elder Yang, in fact, I believe that this kid Zhao Changfeng has the strength of black clothes, but you also know the rules of our assessment, a martial arts hall fights, a total of six black-clothed battles, and I can't lose once, I really don't have confidence in Zhao Changfeng." ”

"The rule of our martial arts hall is also to eliminate the factor of luck, after all, the strength of some outstanding blue-clothed disciples is actually very close to that of black-clothed disciples, if he is lucky enough to win a game, it will seem a bit one-sided to judge him for having black-clothed qualifications. And the purpose of this competition is to test strength, not to divide life and death, everyone will not really fight with your disciples, we will also restrain our respective disciples to the end, hall masters, do you say?"

After Yang Bingyi finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the five hall masters sitting on his left and right.

Seeing the old man's inquiring gaze, how could they not know what Yang Bingyi meant, and at this time they all nodded to Lu Gang and said kindly: "That's it, let's just talk, it's all up to the point." ”

"Thank you Elder Yang, thank you guys, if that's the case, then I'm relieved. Lu Gang hugged his fists again and again in thanks, although the worry in his heart still did not decrease, but these etiquettes were still necessary.

For the time being, regardless of the conversation that these hall owners have only seen, the black-clothed assessment is a major event between all martial arts halls, so now not only is the hall full of people, but the ordinary people who are watching the excitement outside are even denser, and even lined up all the way to the gate, but they obviously don't have such a good treatment for everyone in the house, in addition to not letting them enter the martial arts hall, the martial arts hall will let them bask in the sun and ignore it, anyway, even if they suffer again, they are happy. However, in such a high temperature, everyone's patience is like moisture around them, and there is not much left of the scorching heat.

"Get out of the way, what are you doing on Lao Tzu, it's hot. One of the people in the crowd finally couldn't bear the heat in his heart, and pushed away the crowd around him, and the people around him were also a little angry when they were pushed away for no reason, and they all looked up at the man with dissatisfaction, but when they saw the ruffian man's face full of scars, they had to endure their anger. But his appearance can't scare everyone.

"You grandma, what are you pushing blindly, you bumped into Lao Tzu, do you know?" Everyone followed the prestige, only to see that the person who spoke was tall and big, and he had already taken off his shirt at this time, and deliberately showed the scar on his body, which was obviously not a good stubble. At this time, seeing the two of them shouting and scolding, everyone was very interested in making a gap for the two in the crowded environment.

"You fuck. ”

Sure enough, in the hot air, the two were like bulls in heat, quickly screwing through the crowd and scuffling together, the exposed green tendons and splashed sweat were like a stimulant shot in everyone's hearts.

In fact, these people originally came here to watch the black-clothed warriors fight, but they have been scorching under this scorching sun for a long time, but they still don't know when the assessment will start, and just when everyone is about to hold on, they first staged a good show around them, how can they not be happy.

At this time, the scuffle between the two was like an oasis in the dry desert for the onlookers, allowing them to find a long-lost happiness, but unfortunately, this happiness was destined to not last long.

"Who dares to stir up trouble here and don't want to live?"

A burst of shouts came, and then a white-clothed apprentice came to the crowd, he had two short sticks for training in his hands, and there was no routine, just like Wang Baquan, he picked up his arms and came up to fight, under such a rainstorm-style attack, the two people who had beaten each other before could only unite and resist at this time. At this time, although the two of them were only facing one person, and this person was only a relatively low-level white cloth, they were still beaten and couldn't raise their heads, and under this mess, the intensity of their resistance was getting weaker and weaker. The obvious gap between ordinary people and those who practice martial arts can be seen from here

"Don't fight, don't fight, the Lord is coming. ”

And just when the two of them were about to lose their hold, there was a shout from the periphery of the crowd. When everyone heard this voice, their eyes lit up, and they all poked their heads out to look carefully, and the field suddenly became noisy.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way......"

At this time, about forty white-clothed disciples rushed out of the hall, each of them holding two short sticks in their hands, and at this time, they rushed into the crowd and even evacuated to intimidate, and soon divided the crowd around the gate into two groups.

And as the crowd dispersed, the figure of a young man finally appeared in everyone's eyes, this young man was wearing a blue practice uniform, and his handsome face reflected a soft light in the sun.

Zhao Changfeng walked through the crowd leisurely at this time, but stopped in front of the gate of the martial arts hall. Although he was in the spotlight at this time, his expression was always as calm as water.

"Hmph! Curator Jin, who was sitting in the corner, saw that Zhao Changfeng had attracted everyone's attention, and his eyes flashed with annoyance, so he snorted coldly and sneered. However, at this time, even Director Li and Director Yang did not pay the slightest attention to his words, let alone others. Director Jin knew that he was bored, so he had to shut his mouth and look out of the door with everyone.

Zhao Changfeng stood like this for a long time, and it was not until the surrounding crowd did not make any sound that he bowed his fists inside, and finally spoke.

"Zhao Changfeng, the blue-clothed apprentice of the Extreme Martial Arts Gym, came to conduct the black-clothed assessment. The calm voice clearly reached the ears of all the hall owners in the lobby.

The road at the entrance of the martial arts hall is directly connected to the inner hall, so Yang Bingyi, who was sitting in the main seat, extended his gaze to the outside of the house, and Zhao Changfeng's figure happened to all enter his field of vision, his eyes were like torches, staring at Zhao Changfeng for a long time before nodding slowly.

"Please come in. ”

"Thank you, Pavilion Master Yang. ”

Zhao Changfeng hugged his fists again and bowed, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and then raised his feet and entered the martial arts hall.

The people behind didn't see enough, and followed him all the way, until they came to the door, they were blocked by many apprentices, and then they watched Zhao Changfeng walk away.

"Hello Master, Hello Pavilion Master Yang, Hello Pavilion Masters. ”

Zhao Changfeng, who came to the inner hall, first bowed to Lu Gang, then hugged his fist to Yang Bingyi, and finally saluted all the hall masters present around him, and then got up, and the etiquette was very thoughtful.

The so-called martial arts cultivation is to cultivate the body, and to practice the essence, a qualified martial arts practitioner must be refreshed in addition to being physically strong. Yang Bingyi observed whether Zhao Changfeng had any spirit when he was far away, and when he got closer, he observed whether Zhao Changfeng's muscles and bones were strong, and when he found that Zhao Changfeng had both, and all of them were quite good, he finally determined that Zhao Changfeng's black-clothed expression assessment was not a momentary bravery, but really powerful.

Yang Bingyi was relieved when he saw this, nodded at this time, and showed a hint of appreciation to Zhao Changfeng.