Before I knew it, it was noon, and the two still found nothing, Song Hao sighed and decided to find a place to rest for a while, and soon, a restaurant came into view.

It is said to be a restaurant, but in fact it is just a shed built with a few wooden stakes, and the architectural styles in this city are quite different, but what is more special is that the people who come and go here, without exception, are all immortal cultivators of the tree people race.

"This place is good!" Song Hao's eyes couldn't help but light up, the gathering place of so many immortal cultivators might be able to find out useful information.

"Senior sister, we might as well go in and eat something!"

"Good!"

Zhou Ling has no objection, it is useless to blindly hang out, and it is not bad to rest for a while.

So the two of them walked briskly over.

"You two, please take a seat!"

The shopkeeper of this restaurant is actually an immortal cultivator, although the cultivation is not worth mentioning, only two or three layers of condensation, but it is indeed a genuine monk.

Song Hao and Zhou Ling's eyes couldn't help but show a hint of surprise, of course, on the surface, they were still calm and relaxed, the two nodded quietly, chose a seat by the window, asked for a pot of fairy tea, as well as pastries and fruits, and slowly tasted it.

Not to mention, the taste of the tea is quite good, with a calming effect, after a few sips, both of them feel a lot more peaceful, and then they invariably released their divine senses, quietly eavesdropping on the conversation of the surrounding monks.

No surprise, they come here for more than just tea.

It is important to know that the teahouse restaurant, with a shuttle of people and a mix of dragons and snakes, was originally an excellent place to exchange information, here, if you have a heart and luck, you can often overhear a lot of secrets.

This is by no means a fantasy, of course, in theory, no one will talk about the really secret things in public, but occasionally there will be moments when they leak their mouths.

Song Hao is at a loss now, and choosing to try his luck in the restaurant can be said to be helpless, but it can also be said to be a very wise choice.

Anyway, it's just a rest, just listening to information by the way, what if your character explodes today? No one can say this kind of thing, in short, it's always right to try.

Because it is a restaurant, the sound is quite noisy, this little problem, naturally it is difficult for Song Hao and Zhou Lingdi, you must know that the monk's divine sense also has the effect of blocking noise, the two of them will use a little magic power, they will filter out the information they don't want to hear, and then look for useful information for themselves.

"Do you think that there are more and more monks coming to this Aoki City recently?" A rough voice came into his ears, and Song Hao immediately paid attention, only to see that about seven or eight zhang away from him, there were several cultivators in different dresses, looking at the costumes, not only the monks of the Tree People clan, but most of them were scattered cultivators.

"Aren't you talking nonsense, in two days, it will be a martial arts competition that will only be held once in 20 years, who wants to miss such a grand event, even if you can't participate, this excitement must be seen!"

"That's it, even if Brother Tai wants to talk to someone, he doesn't have to be so speechless, this question you asked is easy to make people laugh!"

......

Before the words fell, many people echoed them, and suddenly, a burst of laughter came to their ears.

Song Hao and Zhou Ling glanced at each other, and immediately paid attention, the martial arts competition, what is it?

Fortunately, they don't have to ask anyone anything, they just need to listen quietly, because from the words of these guys, it is easy to sketch out the whole story.

Things have to talk about 10,000 years ago, this martial arts competition, at first, had nothing to do with the immortal cultivators, but the mortals of the Shuren clan, the place to show their bravery, simply put, every twenty years, large and small tribes, send young warriors to compete.

The winner will be rewarded with great rewards and great honors.

For the first few thousand years, this martial arts tournament was just a grand event between the mortal tribes of the Tree People clan, but as time went by, somehow, gradually, some monks joined in.

As for the specific reason, because it is too long, no one can say clearly.

Some people say that it is because some tribes have lost several times and feel unconvinced, so they don't do anything and ask the immortal master from their own tribe to help.

Some people also say that it is because there are immortal cultivators who are extremely bored, or they have carried out red dust training, dressed up as mortals, and come to participate in martial arts competitions......

In short, there are different opinions, and the specific reasons are now impossible to verify.

But one thing is for sure, so far, this so-called martial arts tournament has been dominated by the monks, and has turned into a grand event in the small immortal cultivation world in this wasteland mountain range.

Because it is a competition between immortal cultivators, it is no longer worthy of the name of the martial arts competition, but perhaps for the sake of commemoration, for so many years, no one has proposed to change the name.

Everyone still calls it the martial arts conference.

Of course, it is not the same thing as the competition 10,000 years ago.

It can even be said that it was completely different from the situation when a large number of immortal cultivators participated in the beginning, and there would even be some high-level monks at that time.

Now it has become a convention, and it has become a teaching technique among the younger generation of monks, but the prizes are extremely rich and eye-catching, so every time, it will attract the attention of a large number of monks, and those immortal cultivators of the Tree Human Race, whether they will participate or not, will come to join in the fun.

Knowing the whole story, Song Hao couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, hearing the other party say this, there must be a gathering of strong people at the martial arts competition, for no other reason, on the surface, it is the younger generation to teach skills, but their elders are sure that they will definitely come to watch.

In the middle of this, will there be the initiator of the plot against the head of the Zhou family?

In this way, although it is still very difficult to find it, it is much better than looking for a needle in a haystack at the beginning.

Song Hao and Zhou Ling's faces couldn't help but show joy, and the conversation between those guys continued to reach their ears.

It was still the guy with a rough voice who spoke: "Fellow Daoists, as you can see, who has the best chance of winning the competition in this martial arts competition?"

"It's hard to say, I heard that among the younger generation, there have been a lot of talented strong people recently, each of them is extremely good, this conference, it is really unpredictable, who can win the championship in the end. A thin middle-aged man opened his mouth like this.

"Oh, Yuan Daoyou has always been well-informed, why don't you give us an analysis of the prospects of this martial arts competition?"

"That's it, anyway, it's boring to sit around here, and it's good to listen to the analysis of Taoist friends. ”

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Many people were very interested, and they let the thin middle-aged man analyze it quickly.