Along the way, the three of them saw a lot of people dressed as martial artists hurrying away, and there was one thing in common in these teams, that is, there were one or two young people, obviously these people were going to participate in the youth meeting held in the Lingbao Sect.

Xiao Ding saw so many martial artists on the road, and said with a somewhat puzzled expression, "Jian Sheng, did you meet so many martial artists when we walked this road last time?"

"No, only three or two lines. Broken Sword Sheng affirmed, because that trip out of the valley left a deep impression on him, so he remembered it very clearly.

Xiao Ding shook his head, he couldn't understand when this YMCA was so popular, the YMCA was originally just the Lingbao Sect in order to show its strength to the small sects and scattered cultivators in the Lingzhu Country, and invited some young junjie to have a martial arts competition. To put it bluntly, let these people understand who is the local boss, and don't make trouble for me.

How did Xiao Ding know that since Broken Sword Sheng defeated twenty-eight young junjies one after another at the Youth Conference, this news spread and spread to the ears of many big sects.

Of course, in the process of spreading, this news was also mythologized, and the events of the day of Broken Sword's birth were said to be divine, which also made some major sects interested in this inconspicuous small sect. After that, the elites of the sect were sent to participate every year, and slowly, the nature of the YMCA changed, from a small regional gathering to a real event between young and powerful people.

At the same time, the Lingzhu Kingdom has no intention of prohibiting it, and it also has to provide a lot of help, and on the occasion of the annual YMCA, an army is added around the Lingbao faction to maintain order.

Warriors have the rules of warriors, and countries have national laws, and these two lines intersect and restrict each other in this world. The Lingbao faction was founded to manage the country's warriors at the beginning, after all, the founding of the country was not long ago, the country was in turmoil, and there were many rules that had not been perfected, so there was a need for such an organization to do some unsightly things.

The three of them walked until noon, and then they vaguely saw the Lingbao Mountain where the Lingbao faction was located, and they saw many martial artists along the way, and they all looked like they had good kung fu. Xiao Ding motioned to Broken Sword Sheng to come forward and inquire about the reason for the large number of people, only to know that the matter was actually caused by him.

Because the local person he just inquired about told Broken Sword Sheng that the young man, that is, Broken Sword Sheng, was dressed in black like ink, and he stood in the center of the competition platform with an uproar, and more than 50 young men from all over the four states around him were pressed in place by his aura, unable to move, until in the end, the young man didn't bother to make a move at all, just snorted coldly, and all the surrounding Junjie fainted, and then left in a dashing manner, only giving everyone watching the battle a tall figure.

When the man was telling this story, Gu Qiuyu was also beside him, and when he talked about the king's anger and the surrender of the younger brothers, he was already squatting on the ground and couldn't straighten his waist, resisting the urge to laugh, and his whole body trembled slightly.

"This young man, what's wrong with you? Aren't you shocked by my story?" The "storyteller" looked at Gu Qiuyu strangely, and the broken sword on the side turned as green as a pig's liver.

The man looked at Gu Qiuyu, who was already dying, strangely, and said take care with pity on his face, and then left in a hurry.

"I said, junior brother, you are endless, this is all made up by those people, how can you still take it seriously?" Broken Sword stood in front of Gu Qiuyu and stretched out a hand to him, ready to pull him up.

Gu Qiuyu, whose eyes were slightly red, didn't listen to what he said at all, just squatted there and looked at Broken Sword Sheng.

"Poof!hahaha!hahaha......ha

In this way, the three of them accompanied the laughter of Gu Qiuyu, and finally came to a small town at the corner of Lingbao Mountain at ten o'clock in the evening. Although the YMCA didn't give him any special impression, it was one of the few trips, and Broken Sword naturally remembered it clearly in his heart.

Due to the opening of the YMCA, there are also many warriors from all over the world in this town, and many inns are overcrowded, so the three of them casually found an inn with vacant rooms to live in.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, Gu Qiuyu, who seemed to be sore after a day of practice, came to Xiao Ding's room, and Broken Sword Sheng sat on the side, looking at him with a displeased expression.

"Senior brother, I was wrong! I'm not laughing at you. I just feel that no matter how high the world's kung fu is, it is not as good as the kung fu in my mouth, and I suddenly found that I haven't laughed like this for many years. Gu Qiuyu said that he was indeed telling the truth.

"Hmph, is it really that funny? Do you know that you were laughing when you went to bed last night. Broken Sword said with a straight face.

"I'm laughing when I'm dreaming?, could it be that my soreness was caused by my senior brother?" Gu Qiuyu thought to himself.

"It's still a while before noon, Qiu Yu, you hurry up and adjust your body, and the afternoon is the time to verify your cultivation achievements over the years. Xiao Ding said.

"Yes, my nephew understands. Gu Qiuyu's expression was straight, and he turned around and went back to the room to clear his heart and make a decision.

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