Jiupan Mountain is not a famous mountain and river.

The mountain is not high enough, it is not strange enough, and it is not dangerous enough.

Only the main peak, straight towering, and layer upon layer, like nine stone plates stacked together, and this mountain was named Jiupan Mountain in ancient times.

At this time, on the huge top-floor stone plate, a ring has been set up, and tables and chairs have been placed around it.

On the sails raised, the names of each family are written, and when people come, they can sit in their respective directions.

Of course... Not all sects and families can get a piece of territory.

It has to have a head and a face in the rivers and lakes, and it has to be famous, and someone will buy it when it comes out.

"Master, our Qi Qiong faction doesn't even have a seat, why are you here to participate in this martial arts competition?"

Master looks older, and at first glance he seems to be an honest man, but his eyes are too flexible, revealing his true attributes.

"Apprentice, you are a rare martial arts wizard in a thousand years, and you have practiced all the peerless skills of our Qi Qiong faction to the peak in just three months. This time, if you work hard, maybe you will marry a master for your master and come back, our Qi Qiong sent people to be thin, you are still young, Master can't embarrass you, such pressure can only be borne by your master and me. In the sudden wind, Master grabbed the small flag he had made improvised by himself.

This is also the practice of many nameless factions to make a name.

As long as you show your face through the martial arts conference and turn around and go back to your hometown, you can also accept disciples and accept offerings from local wealthy families.

It's just that he hasn't become famous, as long as he has been here, he can blow it back.

In the end, the big people have the pursuit of the big people, and the little people have the carnival of the little people.

A martial arts tournament, but with different purposes.

In the staggered parallel time and space, the stories are completely different.

"Master, have you ever thought that it's not that my talent is good, but that the martial arts of our Qi Qiong faction are too poor, and after three months of study, almost all of them have been learned, and there is nothing to continue practicing?"

"Fart! Our Qi Qiong faction is also an ancient sect with a history of thousands of years, Qi Qiong's peerless learning does not seem amazing, but it actually contains the supreme martial arts truth. You think it's simple, it's because you don't know enough and can't see through the truth behind it. The master was full of nonsense and forcibly saved his respect.

The master and apprentice were noisy all the way, so they followed the crowd and went to the top of Jiupan Mountain.

The good places are occupied by the big faction.

The famous predecessors and masters in the rivers and lakes, or the scattered people in the rivers and lakes, also have good sects and go to follow and squeeze together.

Only the nobodies who came to make up the numbers were driven to the corners, and they had to be careful not to slip on one foot and fall off the cliff, and they had to think of standing higher and seeing the ring as much as possible.

"Master, Master, come here, I've found a good position, not only do I have a clear vision, but I also have a clear view all around, and my position is also higher... !" Qi Qiong's apprentice shouted to his master.

When the excited master followed the apprentice to the position, he was immediately furious: "Are you illiterate? This is the latrine! Are you asking the master to squat on the top of the latrine with you to participate in the martial arts conference?"

The apprentice didn't care and said: "Others want to be famous, let's get affordable." Wait to see how the real masters of the rivers and lakes compete, and some will blow when they go back. Otherwise, when I went back to my hometown, the director of the next village Jin asked what we had all watched, did you tell him that the abbot of Dalin Temple punched the head of Wudang with Wang Baquan in the face and hit two black circles under his eyes?"

"That's not a good thing to say!"

"It makes sense... You are young, you climb up the pillar of the women's toilet and go to the men's toilet for the teacher. The Master pondered for three seconds and agreed with his own disciple's statement.

"Master, we'll do light work. The disciple whispered.

"The light skills of our Qi Qiong faction are not passed on secret, and they will be kept for participating in the competition, but what should we do if we use them now and are seen to be flawed?"

"Listen to the teacher! Master said.

The master and apprentice climbed onto the roof of the thatched house.

Although there is often a mountain breeze underneath you, there is a burst of 'fragrance'.

But the view is indeed much better.

The figures in the ring were also clearly visible, and the words that were echoing on the top of the mountain were finally synchronized.

"Thank you for coming, today I wish Bai Xiaosheng, on behalf of Bai Xiaosheng, to preside over this martial arts competition. At this time, there was a middle-aged man standing in the ring, who was speaking with full luck.

"Master, isn't Bai Xiaosheng coming?" the apprentice asked Master.

The master replied, "I don't know anything!" Bai Xiaosheng has been famous for a hundred years and has never shown his face. It is said that Bai Xiaosheng is not a person, but a group of people, a mysterious organization. Of course, you can't show up at this time, and Yuan Zhu, who is showing up now, is the first good person in the rivers and lakes. The family has a lot of money and is kind and charitable, and many people in the rivers and lakes go to him when they are poor, so although his martial arts are average, his reputation on the rivers and lakes is very heavy. ”

"Then Master... Let's go to him too!" said the apprentice very unambitiously.

"That's not good! There are a lot of people in Yuanzhu's Jupengzhuang, let's go, and everyone in the rivers and lakes will know that we are so depressed that we can't afford to eat. Who else can afford us in the future?"

"Aren't we cornered? You have three taels of silver hidden under your feet, don't you know that you should be a teacher?" the master decisively refused.

In the interval between the master-apprentice dialogue, Yuan Zhu's set of speeches that seemed to be very meaningful, but were actually useless, also came to an end.

With the sound of a gong.

A young man said in a hanging voice: "Please point to the head of Cang, Liu Gaoren, and the white crane of Qingsong Guanguan!"

Knock knock knock · ！

The drums beat along.

Two figures flew up from under the ring at the same time.

Then he landed in the ring in style.

Suddenly, there was a cheer from below.

In an instant, the compulsion of the entire martial arts tournament went crazy and fell to the level of performing on the street and breaking big stones on the chest.

The apprentice took out half of the steamed bun from his arms and handed it to his master, but the master ruthlessly refused.

Looking at the little apprentice who was eating Zhengxiang, the master couldn't help but ask, "It's so smelly, can you still eat so fragrant?"

"Just smell the stinky tofu!" said the apprentice.

Master was stunned: "It makes sense... Give me a piece for the teacher!"

The master and apprentice wore the 'fragrance' of the thatched house under them and began to nibble on cold steamed buns.

"Master, which of them do you think will win?" the apprentice asked.

The master said casually: "It's the White Crane! Although the Diancang faction is rich and powerful, Liu Gaoren has long been negligent in practicing martial arts, and it is rumored that he is very close to the government and has a heart for fame and fortune. And Bai Hezi has been practicing hard work behind closed doors for decades, and his swordsmanship and true qi should be quite good, and he guessed that Liu Gaoren would be defeated if he didn't guess thirty rounds. ”

As soon as the words fell, Bai Hezi was kicked out of the ring by Liu Gaoren.

And Liu Gaoren, who looked oily, was holding his sword and bowing his hand to the colleagues in the audience.