The early summer sun shines on the top of Mount Tai, and it is another refreshing morning. =.

Originally, at the top of such a mountain, it should be very bleak and lonely in the early morning, but today it is crowded with people, and it is very lively.

Qunhao has been resting on the top of Mount Tai for two days, in order to meet the selection of the leader of the Northern Martial Arts Alliance, their various sects have made full preparations, and after waiting for two days, they are quite impatient.

It was the sound of the warriors' discussion and the sound of urging the Taishan Conference to start on the top of the mountain, although it was a little noisy, but Duan Yu sounded, but there was a long-lost lively feeling.

Although Duan Yu has a little hermit plot, yearning for success and fame, he quit the martial arts and lived in seclusion in a secluded place like the Peach Blossom Spring described by Tao Qian of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, but Duan Yu still does not reject the excitement.

Before he crossed over, he could often feel lively and noisy, since he came to the time of Tianlong, more time there were only a few people around, so deserted.

It has to be said that it is a miracle that he has been able to live safely until now, before he crossed over, when he was in high school, the Chinese teacher once commented on him like this: "This son is full of poetry and books, and he is proud of his talents, which can be described as a wandering wreck." If one day, let him live in the deep mountains and valleys, no one to go to, do not use mobile phones and the Internet, I wonder if this son can still survive?"

Duan Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly now, and said in his heart: "At the beginning, I thought that the teacher's words were simply nonsense, but it has been more than a year since I crossed into the world of Tianlong, and I have very few friends. And it's hard to meet in person, and most of the time it's all alone. Not to mention the mobile phones and the Internet, I've gradually gotten used to it. ”

Fortunately, this era did not have many interesting things in later generations. But there are all kinds of wonderful martial arts, as well as some classical beauties who captivate the country and the city, as well as chivalrous heroes.

Duan Yu thought about it for a while, and the sun had already risen high in the sky.

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe walked to the square in the middle and announced loudly: "The triennial Taishan Conference begins today. The champion of the final competition will be the leader of our northern martial arts alliance!"

Next. This middle-aged Taoist priest took the trouble to explain many precautions of the Taishan Conference to the martial arts heroes present one by one.

In fact, the competition is also very simple, that is, the elimination of the round system in groups. So much so that they competed for the quarterfinals, then the semi-finals, and finally the top three.

As for those warnings about fair competition, the martial arts heroes have long been tired of hearing and tired of it. Some people's tricks are hidden weapons. What do you want people to do, such as throwing knives?

In addition to the rewards of this competition, the champion can become the leader of the Northern Martial Arts Alliance, the second place can get the Longquan Sword, and the third place can get a mysterious cheatbook.

"The rules have been explained, and the three hundred and fifty-two warriors who are going to participate in the competition next, please go to the lottery office, go to the lottery, and the people with the same number will face off. The middle-aged Taoist priest said loudly.

Yesterday was the day for the group of heroes to sign up. Of course, Duan Yu also signed up, and saw that the heroes were all flocking away. As if I couldn't wait, it seemed that if I went late, I wouldn't be eligible for the competition.

Duan Yu smiled lightly, and waited in the back, and after a long time, he actually waited until the warriors had drawn lots to prepare for the battle, and then he walked over leisurely.

"This young man, what are you going to do?" asked the Taoist priest next to the sticker.

"I'm going to draw lots to prepare for the game!" Duan Yu said.

The Taoist priest was very surprised to pick up the huge stick, shook it a few times, and then he directly dumped it, and only a bamboo stick fell out.

"I thought I was out of drawing, but luckily there was one left, and you still have a chance. The Taoist priest handed over the sign.

"Is this also a lottery?" Duan Yu was speechless, so he had to take the last bamboo stick and walk back to the position where he was sitting before.

The number of his bamboo stick is fifty-three, and he hasn't called him to play for the time being, so he can watch the game all day.

But seeing that the wide square below can accommodate a total of ten pairs of warriors to compete, the efficiency should have been quite fast.

However, for most of the middle and low-level martial artists, their competition is very boring, you attack and defend, dismantle the tricks, tepid, and seem to be anxious for them.

However, there are some of their relatives and friends, so naturally they have to continue to cheer and shout there, and the atmosphere is still very warm.

"It is estimated that most martial artists also understand that it is impossible for them to win the top three, and there is no reward. Therefore, they attach great importance to the battles between competitions and other sects or Jianghu rangers, intending to promote the progress of their martial arts. Duan Yu quickly figured out the true intentions of these many martial artists to participate in the competition.

Suddenly, the middle-aged Taoist priest shouted, "Please come to the field with the No. 53 martial artist." ”

Immediately, an eight-foot strong man jumped to the square with a mace on his shoulders and waited.

Duan Yu felt a pang in his heart: "I almost got distracted, in fact, isn't my lottery number also fifty-three?"

Then Duan Yu walked up to the square step by step.

"Boy, you have poor martial arts, what kind of hero are you pretending to be, don't you even know how to do light skills?" The eight-foot strong man waited for a long time, and said with some anger.

Duan Yu smiled lightly: "Hello, don't talk much, please make a move!"

The eight-foot strong man was completely enraged by his attitude, and he would not spare his hand when he made a move, so he immediately picked up his mace and smashed it.

Duan Yu didn't dodge at all, for such an acquired realm martial artist, his internal strength was enough to easily resist from the front.

He used the internal force in his left hand, and suddenly exerted his crane control hand, and immediately grasped the handle of the mace, and then triggered an internal force in his hand.

The eight-foot strong man shook like an electric shock a few times, and was thrown out of the way, and then fell under the square like a kite with a broken string.

"Give the weapon back to you!" Duan Yu laughed lightly, and seemed to throw the mace casually, and the mace of nearly two hundred catties spun and flew out, smashing on the ground next to the eight-foot strong man with a bang, smashing out a deep pit.

Suddenly applause and cheers rang out all around, and Duan Yu made a four-way gesture and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say." ”

Not only did he show extremely high martial arts just now, but he also didn't kill this strong man until the point. Those who watched the battle could see that as long as he didn't decide to spare his life, he only had to turn his hand, and this eight-foot strong man would die with a whimper.

Duan Yu is not a ruthless person, but when dealing with those who do evil, he will not show mercy to his subordinates.

Next, Duan Yu participated in several competitions one after another and was selected as the top eight of the Taishan Conference.

Duan Yuxin said: "At this time, it can be regarded as the exciting stage of this game, and the competition of the masters has just begun!"

At this time, the middle-aged Taoist priest took a list and announced loudly: "The warriors selected for the top eight in the Taishan Conference are: Gusu Murong Fu, Duan Yu, Heichuan Dazang, Huo Baoyu, Shui Tianji, Hu Buchou, Mu Langjun, and Gongsun Hong. (To be continued......)