Out of the restaurant, Chang Shan walked less than sixty zhang along the street where the restaurant was located, and saw the Yanwutai at the end of a street that was only sixteen or seventeen zhang long.

Yanwutai is a platform with a diameter of more than 100 zhang, only more than five feet high. Within twelve or thirteen zhang on the edge of the martial arts platform, except for thirty-six pavilions, the rest of the places are all open space.

At this time, the side of the martial arts platform was not overcrowded, but the people gathered on the side of the martial arts platform were still much more than the people Chang Shan had seen on the street before.

There are now two cultivators who have cultivated to the realm of Zhou Tian Consummation on the martial arts platform, Chang Shan looked at it for a while, didn't see anything outstanding, observed the environment around the martial arts platform, and turned away.

When leaving Shangwu Building, Chang Shan asked the shopkeeper about the martial arts stage.

According to Dian Xiaoer, every three years, Wu Zong will hold a martial arts conference.

The triennial conference on martial arts is a grand gathering for martial arts to recruit disciples. A cultivator, even if he has not reached the Zhou Tian Consummation Realm, as long as he has an outstanding performance in the martial arts conference, he will be recruited as a disciple by the Martial Sect.

In addition to those who want to join the Martial Sect will show some subtle martial arts that are rarely seen in ordinary times, the disciples of the Martial Sect will also take the stage to show some martial arts skills.

Therefore, every session of the conference will attract all the forces within a radius of 10,000 miles to visit.

Now that there are only two months left before the next martial arts conference, Chang Shan feels that since he has encountered it, he should not miss such a martial arts event, so he decides to stay in Wucheng and wait until the end of the martial arts conference before leaving.

The inn in Wucheng is much cheaper than that in Juque City, and a spirit stone can stay for ten days.

Chang Shan knew that as long as he lived in Martial City, he would attract the attention of the people of the Martial Sect, so he didn't need to hide his identity as an Orange Pill Stage cultivator at all.

There is no shortage of spirit stones on his body, and Chang Shan will not treat himself too badly.

After spending thirty spirit stones, Chang Shan took a small courtyard at the inn.

When the innkeeper who took him to the small courtyard left, Chang Shan investigated the jade slips he bought in the house.

Chang Shan was the first to investigate, and it was the secret book of the three-door stick method.

The three stick methods are "Spirit Snake Stick Method", "Thousand Army Sticks", and "Cloud Turning Stick Method", among which "Spirit Snake Stick Method" and "Cloud Turning Stick Method" both focus on the cooperation of body method and stick method, and "Thousand Army Stick" is a heavy momentum and murderous stick method.

Chang Shan has a calm temperament, and among the three stick methods, he likes "A Thousand Army Sticks" the most.

After carefully scrutinizing the content of the three-door stick method, Chang Shan pondered for a while, and then decided to cultivate the three-door stick method to the Dacheng realm first, and then slowly integrate the three-door stick method into his "Mixed Yuan Stick Method".

Although the content of the three-door stick method is not much, because Chang Shan has scrutinized the content of the three-door stick method very carefully, by the time he opened his eyes, the sky was already bright.

"Even if their cultivation is not high, the martial arts they display will have something to learn from. If there is nothing to do left and right, it is better to go to the martial arts arena to have a look. ”

Thinking about it, Chang Shan got out of bed, opened the door and walked out.

Since the martial arts conference is about to begin, Wucheng is much more lively than usual, and the martial arts competitions on the martial arts stage are also one after another.

At this time, before the dawn, there were already people competing on the stage, and more than 200 people gathered under the stage to watch.

Although Chang Shan was very attentive to observing the competition on the martial arts stage, the martial arts skills of the two people competing on the martial arts stage at this time were too ordinary, and he lost interest after watching it carefully for a while.

With a frown, Chang Shan turned his gaze to the audience under the stage.

The audience under the martial arts stage, whether it is adults who really understand martial arts, or children who have not even cultivated their true qi, they are all excited when they watch the competition on the stage.

"The name of this city is not wrong!"

After thinking for a moment, Chang Shan turned his gaze to the martial arts stage.

Turning his gaze to the martial arts arena again, Chang Shan was ostensibly watching the competition on the martial arts stage, but in fact, most of his consciousness sank into the sea of knowledge, and he deduced the "Spirit Snake Stick Method" with his heart.

Unless there is an obvious difference in strength between two cultivators, a battle will not last too short.

The two of them fought on the stage for two quarters of an hour, and then they walked off the stage without winning or losing.

As soon as the two of them got off the stage, two more people got on the stage.

After a round of applause, the two confronted each other for a moment and fought.

In one day, Chang Shan watched thirty-one battles, and without exception, none of these people's martial arts could arouse Chang Shan's interest.

Despite this, the next day, Chang Shan still came to the side of the martial arts arena early in the morning.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

On this day, Chang Shan had not yet walked to the edge of the martial arts arena, and an exclamation sounded in his ears.

Chang Shan fixed his eyes and saw a young man in white flying out of the martial arts stage.

After the audience dodged for a while, the young man in white fell to the ground.

Chang Shan frowned slightly, looked at the stage, and saw a young man in blue standing on the martial arts arena with a sword in both hands and an indifferent face.

The young man in blue is handsome and has an extraordinary temperament, which can easily arouse people's favor.

However, Chang Shan didn't like those arrogant people, and when he saw the young man in blue scanning the audience with a proud face, he didn't have a good impression of the young man in blue.

There are 100 kinds of demons, and there are 100 kinds of people.

Chang Shan didn't have a good impression of the young man in blue, but many people in the audience looked at the young man in blue with obvious admiration and envy.

The audience in the audience didn't know the identity of the young man in blue, but from their conversation, Chang Shan knew what had happened before.

The blue-clothed young man had already gone to the martial arts stage at dawn, and when he arrived at the martial arts stage, he told the people in the audience that as long as any cultivator who had not formed a Yuan Dan could defeat the long sword in his hand, then he would give him the blood jade sword he had placed on the side of the stage.

The Blood Jade Sword was placed on a mahogany shelf next to the martial arts stage at this time.

Chang Shan glanced at the Blood Jade Sword, probed with the power of the Yuan God, and found that the Blood Jade Sword was actually a low-grade spirit soldier.

"Using a low-grade spirit soldier as a bet, this person's identity should not be simple, could he be a disciple of the Martial Sect? Knowing that the cultivation of the challenger is restricted, it means that he is not so arrogant that he does not know the height of the sky. It's just that he doesn't know what it means to be forgiving and forgiving?"

Walking to the stage of the martial arts, Chang Shan glanced at the young man in white, and then turned his gaze to the young man in blue.

Chang Shan couldn't hide his identity as a cultivator in front of a real cultivator, however, Chang Shan deliberately concealed it, but the young man in blue didn't know that Chang Shan, who had just come to the side of the martial arts stage, was a real cultivator.

Since most of the people in the audience were looking at him at this time, the young man in blue did not pay special attention to Chang Shan.

After a quarter of an hour passed quietly, the young man in white who was lying on the ground got up and stood up.

After staring at the blue-clothed young man on the stage for a moment, the white-clothed young man left the stage.

As time passed, more and more people gathered on the stage, and the later people all learned about what happened on the stage from the people who were on the side of the stage before, but no one dared to challenge the young man in blue on stage.

When it was almost noon, the young man in white who had left before came to the stage with three young men who were also dressed in white.

The people on the side of the stage all paid attention to the young man in blue on the stage, and through the eyes of the young man in blue, they also quickly noticed the four young men in white who had just walked to the stage of the martial arts.

Spontaneously, everyone in the audience made way for the four white-clothed young men to stage a martial arts stage.

Walking to the side of the stage, among the four white-clothed youths, the young man holding a silver spear pointed at the blue-clothed young man on the stage with a spear and said in a deep voice: "Zhu Ming, Zixuan has no enmity with you in the past, and no grudges in recent days, you can defeat him without hurting him, why do you want to seriously injure him?"

The blue-clothed young man glanced at the white-clothed young man named Zixuan, and replied lightly: "If you're afraid of being injured, don't stage a martial arts." ”

"If you do this, aren't you afraid of hurting the relationship between the Zhu family and the Wang family?"

"If you stage a martial arts, should Zhu take the initiative to admit defeat because of the relationship between the Zhu family and the Li family?"

After the voice of the young man in blue fell, some people in the audience guessed the origin of these five young people.

In fact, there was no shortage of people in the cultivation world like Dong Lin who did not have the confidence to pursue a higher cultivation realm, but among these cultivators, there were not many cultivators who would live a life without fighting with the world like Dong Lin.

Most cultivators who were disheartened about cultivating to a higher realm would rely on their strength to be much stronger than mortals to establish small families in places where mortals were in the majority.

These small forces, whose strength is not even as good as that of the Earth Spirit Sect, will generally send the more talented clansmen in their clan to the largest sects in the vicinity to cultivate, so as to obtain the protection of these sects, and then slowly develop and grow.

The Zhu family, the Wang family, and the Li family are all such small families.

In the eyes of the disciples of Wuzong, the sons of the Zhu family, the Wang family, and the Li family are no different from the people in Wucheng; in the eyes of the people of Wucheng, the blue-clothed young man on the stage and the four white-clothed young men in the audience are barely the sons of the family; however, in the eyes of the five young people themselves, they are the proud sons of heaven within a radius of thousands of miles from Wucheng.

These days when the proud sons of heaven meet together, they may sympathize with each other, but it is more likely that they will fight because they are not convinced by each other.

Chang Shan was not interested in the battle between these pride sons of the sky, and after the son of the Li family with a spear went to the martial arts stage, he decided to concentrate on watching the battle between these pride of the sky.

People from good backgrounds are not necessarily more talented than people from bad backgrounds, however, since people from good backgrounds learn more subtle martial arts, in most cases, their martial arts are indeed more subtle than those from bad backgrounds.

Zhu Ming was proud of himself, and he fought with three cultivators who were in the same Zhou Tian Consummation Realm in a row, and they all won relatively easily.

In the next month, except for stepping down when he recovers his true qi, Zhu Ming has been staying on the stage for the rest of the time. After one hundred and twenty-three fights, he won all of them.