In the hall of the headquarters, it was very quiet.

After Zhou Tairan, president of the Fuhai Provincial Martial Arts Association, appeared, the martial artists who were either talking and laughing or arguing red-faced all closed their voices and quickly returned to their seats.

Those present, even Shi Dazhuang, who knows nothing about the martial arts world, knows Zhou Tairan's name.

This is because on the walls of the headquarters lobby are photographs and deeds of past presidents.

Zhou Tairan, 68 years old this year.

30 years ago, on the recommendation of the previous president, he became the president of the Fuhai Wushu Association.

At that time, the style of martial arts was prevalent all over the country, and there were many disciples of martial arts sects in various places, and they were extremely powerful, and they only responded to the policies issued by the martial arts association on the surface, and they didn't care at all behind the scenes.

Even the branches of associations in various places colluded with the martial arts sects at that time to do things together.

The headquarters of the association is like a bare-bones commander.

By the time Zhou took office, the situation had reached its worst.

But only for a year.

Zhou Muay Thai relies on a set of extremely fierce Bajiquan.

Forcefully subdued the people of all sects in Fuhai Province.

Listen to the tune or not?

Beat!

Picking quarrels and provoking trouble?

Beat!

Collusion inside and outside?

Beat!

I'll expel you after the fight.

That's it.

During the tenure of the previous two presidents of the Wushu Association, the martial arts of Fuhai Province were not integrated.

Forced Zhou Tairan to do it within a year with his fists.

This is what Zhou Li said before,

Even when the high tide season does not come, he can have a genius with unparalleled force.

Such people, once the high tide period begins.

The speed of progress is unimaginable to ordinary people.

therefore

When Zhou Tairan stepped into the hall, the ferocious momentum like a wild lion swept away in an instant, quickly suppressing the noise in the field.

Even sitting at the front of the hall, the heads of the sect who always looked like old gods were quietly adjusting their sitting posture so as not to look too lazy.

When Zhou Tairan swept the Fuhai martial arts world that year, they were among the participants.

More precisely,

He was one of the people who were beaten.

therefore

When they saw Zhou Tairan, they felt the old wounds on their bodies, and they felt faint pain again.

"Hello President Zhou."

But even so, they immediately squeezed out a smile.

An old man in a coat with crane hair and a childish face got up slightly and nodded to Zhou Tairan.

It's just that

Zhou Tairan just glanced at him lightly, and then retracted his gaze, with no intention of responding.

Fortunately, the old man Hefa was already familiar with his temper, smiled indifferently, and didn't pay much attention to it.

Knock knock.

Zhou Tairan came to the red cloth table and tapped the microphone lightly.

Sound waves instantly resounded in the hall.

His sharp gaze swept over the people of the sect one by one.

Those who were swept by the gaze stood up one after another to salute.

But Zhou Tairan did not stay.

But when he saw Zhou Li alone, sitting alone on a wooden chair.

There was a faint flash of discoloration in his eyes.

Zhou Li hurriedly turned his head and pretended to look left and right.

The acting skills are so clumsy that people can't bear to look at them directly.

fortunately

Zhou Tairan has no intention of exposing it in public.

Glancing around, he withdrew his gaze.

"I'll talk about the rules of martial arts."

The voice is calm and powerful, full of energy, not at all like an old man who is close to old age.

"You are also aware of the grading system of the sects in the Martial Arts Association."

"The sects participating this time are seven in grade A, 10 in grade B, 12 in grade C, and 22 in grade D, a total of 51 sects."

"The competition is divided into two rounds, the first round of qualifiers, and the second round of heads-up matches."

"The first round of qualifiers will last for one day, starting at two o'clock in the afternoon today and ending at two o'clock in the afternoon tomorrow."

"The association will divide each level of sect into different residential areas."

"Within one day, you can challenge a sect disciple of the same level at will, and the other party must not refuse."

"In a sect of the same level, as long as you win more than half of the battles, you can pass the verification of the staff and go to the next level area."

"For example, if you win more than 11 sects, you can enter the C-level area."

"In the C-level region, if you win more than 6 sects, you can go to the B-level area."

"After fighting all the way to the first division and defeating half of the first-class martial arts halls, you can smoothly advance to the battle match."

Wow –

As soon as this statement came out,

There was a commotion in the hall.

The people of the sect did not dare to make a loud noise.

But the subtle whispers came and went in the field.

"What a joke."

"In just one day, we C-level players have to play nearly twenty games in a row, and we still have to maintain half of the winning rate?"

"Aren't we perpetual motion machines, and we don't need to recover our physical strength?"

"Which bastard came up with the rules of the game with his feet?!"

Knock knock.

However, not long after the whispering sounded, Zhou Tairan tapped the microphone again.

"Shut up."

His voice was not loud.

But it seems to have magical powers.

Wherever its voice passed, all whispers were mutilated.

Zhou Tairan looked at the head of a C-level sect.

"Do you have any opinion on this rule?"

It looks like he's in the prime of life, with a burly body and a body of bronze muscles that are very intimidating.

It was he who whispered angrily, saying that this rule was simply figured out with his feet.

"No, no!"

Under Zhou Tairan's gaze, this person waved his hand again and again, with a smile on his face.

The originally burly and upright body shrunk up, like a shivering little chick, and it looked so funny and funny.

Only then did Zhou Tairan retract his gaze.

"Fair?"

"It's unfair for me to let the people of the first-class sect be on the same running line as you."

"As a martial artist, what you have to think and do is to win every battle."

"If you don't have that confidence, you can go back from where you came."

"If anyone is still dissatisfied with my rules, they can apply to fight with me."

"If you win, I'll let you set the rules."

Let's talk about it.

Zhou Tairan's gaze scanned around the hall.

All the people he saw lowered their heads, not daring to look at them.

See this,

He nodded slightly.

"In addition, those who failed to advance to the battle match are not without gains."

"If you stop at the second level, then after the martial arts meeting is over, your sect's level will be raised to the second level, and the salary will also increase."

"In the same way, if the people of the first and second levels of the sect have a win rate of less than half in the battle, they will be automatically demoted."

"Okay, the rules are explained, and there will be staff members who will take you to your respective level of residence."

"Now, I announce."

Speaking of which,

Zhou Tairan paused before speaking again.

"On the martial arts, it has officially begun."

Speaking of which,

Zhou Tairan didn't stop, and turned around and left directly towards the side door.

Before the people from the Martial Arts Sect could react, the glass door of the hall opened.

Several staff members rushed in.

There were four of them, holding a sign in their hands.

A, B, C, D.

"Gentlemen of the Grade A sect, please follow me."

Under the guidance of the staff, the sects of all levels left the back door of the hall in an orderly manner and went to their respective living areas.

Time

It gives people the illusion of being in an elementary school sports day.

The Eagle Body Sect belongs to the D-level sect.

That is, the lowest grade.

Zhou Li followed the staff in charge of the D-level sect and left through the back door of the hall and headed to the rear of the Martial Arts Association.

The Wushu Association occupies a huge area.

At the back of the association is a practice ground comparable to a school playground.

On both sides of the line are several buildings.

The people of the D-level sect were mighty, and under the leadership of the staff, they went to the last and the oldest one.

Zhou Li looked to the side.

Many people from martial arts sects no longer have the friendly atmosphere at the beginning at this time, and even when they walk, they are subconsciously separated by a distance.

Some of them were gearing up, staring at the people beside them.

Some of them were calm, and they were also observing the situation of the people around them, and their eyes were even more different, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

But there are also people who are different.

Zhou Li saw at a glance that Shi Dazhuang was looking left and right in the crowd, as if he was coming for an outing.

The other party also saw Zhou Li and happily waved his palms to say hello.

Neuropathy!

Zhou Li rolled his eyes and hid himself in the crowd with his hands.

But what he didn't find was that

Alone, wrapped in a thick cotton jacket, and his steps are still very vain, he has long been targeted by others.

"This senior, are you coming to the competition alone?"

At this point,

A young man with long hair, a fair face, and a practice uniform stepped forward to talk.

His eyes narrowed, and he vaguely looked at Zhou Li.

"In the Lower Snake Fist Gate, Bai Yi, I have seen my predecessors."

During the day, Yi smiled and had an inexplicable coldness on his body.

Just getting closer, it made the cold-feared Zhou Li shiver.

"Something?"

Zhou Li's heart tightened, but he still pretended to be indifferent and skimmed at the other party.

But his subtle movements were still seen by Bai Yi.

In the depths of his eyes, a hint of strange color immediately flashed.

He guessed correctly.

This old man's strength is extremely poor, and he may not even be a Qi Senser.

It's great for brushing up on your record.

If you take the lead in crippling it, you will be disqualified.

You will be able to win a victory, and no one else will be able to take a record from the old man.

Thinking of this,

During the day, B immediately prepared to inquire about Zhou Li's information.

"I didn't notice the entry of my seniors before, and I didn't pay a visit in time."

"I am here to make amends."

He pretended to be polite.

however

Zhou Li is not stupid.

You can see the other party's intentions.

"Huh."

He sneered.

"I think you see that the old man is alone, so easy to bully?"

"Then you couldn't be more wrong!"

"Come and the old man will let you know what horror is."

Zhou Li looked full of confidence, which made Bai Baiyi a little stunned.

Could it be that this old man is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

It's not like that.

It's better to ask them what their sect is first, and then make plans.

Thinking of this,

During the day, Yi waved his hand again and again, looking modest.

"The seniors misunderstood, the juniors just want to get to know the seniors-"

however

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhou Li raising his hand.

The little old man looked proud and looked down on everyone equally.

"That's it!"

"If you want to come, you can come."

"The old man's name is Shi Dazhuang, and he is the head of the Stone Fist Sect."

"If you dare to come, I will dare to let you in vertically and go out horizontally!"

(End of chapter)