(1st Update)

On the first day of October, it was nearly noon.

Half an hour ago, the sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds, and the angry north wind blew at the same time, sweeping in all directions with a pale mist. The long-awaited Kanto martial arts tournament has not yet begun, and it has been shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

Located five miles outside Shengjing City, the huge square that took months to build is already crowded at the moment. On the ground of the wide square, which is nearly a hundred zhang longitudinal and horizontal, thousands of uninvited martial arts people were firmly encircled by a large group of Qing soldiers on the periphery, and they could not go further. In the middle circle, in the core area close to the center, there are more than 1,000 elite disciples of various sects and sects, each forming a phalanx under the leadership of the head of the sect, sitting on a futon.

Further inside is the altar of the sealing ceremony, which is as high as three zhang, and in the center of the altar that is more than ten zhang longitudinal and horizontal, three chairs are neatly placed. The open space under the pedestal is surrounded by a circle of seats, such as "Songfeng View" and the like, which are obviously close to Ximen Muye, and he is regarded as the head of the big faction of the lineage, so he is qualified to sit here, but everyone is around, at most five or six henchmen and disciples serve, and no matter how much, they can only sit in the outer circle.

Judging from this battle alone, it is obvious that the Qing court attached great importance to this conference, and in order to prevent people from making trouble, it also made a lot of hard work. Although people of insight knew that these efforts would eventually turn into complete useless work, and this conference was destined to turn into a bloody battle in Shura, this realization did not prevent them from feeling the determination of the Manchu court to hold this meeting from this strict guard.

Just when everyone present was either worried in their hearts or faintly expectant, noon finally came.

As if announcing the beginning of a murder, the thick dark clouds suddenly opened a few openings, and a miserable white sky fell from the clouds, which was obviously a warm sunshine, but it made the hearts of everyone present. I can't help but feel a little chilly.

Just as the light opened the way, a pegasus suddenly galloped from outside. The horse's hooves were clanging, attracting the attention of thousands of people. At a glance, I saw a tall and mighty strong man sitting on the back of a black horse. All the way through the heavy guards.

Just look at this person who suddenly entered the entrance, as if he entered a no-man's land, no one stopped him, and everyone present knew that this person must be the forerunner of the Qing court.

Sure enough, I saw someone flying on the stage, and then lifted a bull horn from the horse's back and blew the horn with all his might.

Blow down. The loud trumpet roared in all directions, overwhelmingly overshadowing the whispers of nearly 10,000 people on the field, and it was effortlessly transmitted to every corner of the venue.

With this hand alone, this person's skills are not under the head of some small factions, and he is obviously a pacesetter specially selected for today's scene.

The next moment, the trumpet was extinguished, and then there was a faint thunderous sound of horses' hooves, listen to its sound, the scale of this cavalry. He was not under the hundred horsemen.

Ben had been aroused by the lead knight, and everyone immediately turned their heads to look in the direction where the voice came from.

In the midst of all the attention, there were one hundred and fifty elite cavalry. Impressively divided into five columns, slowly walked into the field.

Ximen Muye was dressed in brocade clothes and short, and he seemed to be very energetic, and he rode in front of the horse team first. Beside him, there are still two divine horses walking side by side, obviously although Ximen Muye is the protagonist today, the status of the two people next to him is not inferior to Ximen Muye.

Those with discerning eyes can see it at a glance. On the back of a black steed on the right side of Ximen Muye sat a sturdy old man wearing a military attache uniform. The old man had a gray beard. He has a strong and extraordinary appearance, and he has a black-brimmed soft hat on his head. The ruby top bead is dazzling, and the three-eyed flower feather on the back of the head and the dragon-shaped complement on the chest prove the noble status of his extremely human minister.

As long as you have a little knowledge, you can recognize the identity of this old man at a glance, it is the first warrior of Manchuria, the first-class super martial prince of the Qing Dynasty, the prince and the prince, the leading and auxiliary ministers, and the young protector of Aobai!

On the other side, on the left side of Ximen Muye, walking side by side with the lord of Guanxiang and the Shaobao of the Qing Dynasty, is a mysterious figure that no one has ever seen.

It was a majestic man as tall as nine feet, wrapped in a yellow cloak all over his body, and even wearing a mask on his face, which made it impossible to see his true appearance at all.

However, Zhao Fan and the others knew that this person was a terrifying master who was far stronger than Ximen Muye, and in the previous battle, he once called himself the leader of the gang "Shen Sheng", cultivated the golden bell jar, and had a terrifying strength stronger than Meng Shentong!

At this moment, seeing the appearance of this rumored terrifying strongman, Zhao Fan could hardly suppress his feelings, so he wanted to use the "Martial Artist's Pupil" to see through. Unfortunately, while this ability is superb, when activated, it amplifies the hostility in your heart, and if you're not careful, you can trigger your opponent. At this critical juncture, it is really not appropriate to make extraneous branches. Therefore, Zhao Fan not only did not dare to use the "Warrior's Pupil" to detect homesickness, for fear that the enemy would sense something wrong with the spiritual sense of the great grandmaster, but he didn't even dare to look at that "Visiting Sage" with straight eyes.

In this way, in the midst of everyone's attention, one hundred and fifty heavily armored cavalry, following the three masters slowly, finally came to the altar. Listening to the sound of "call", the three masters reined in the horses, did not turn over and get off the saddle, but just lightly, they had already jumped on the three-zhang high platform and sat firmly on the three vacant seats.

At this moment, whether it is inclined to the Manchu Qing Dynasty, inclined to be perfect, or purely onlookers, they have already felt the frightening heaviness of the oppression. With the three masters seated, this time the Kanto Martial Arts Conference finally officially began, but it also marked that the tragic war was imminent.

It seems that in case someone starts to stir up the situation, after the three masters sat down, they first looked down at the field and waited for a while. When he was sure that no one had appeared, Ximen Muye on the main seat in the center slowly got up, strode to the center of the high platform, faced the martial arts people in the audience, and saluted steadily.

"Fellow martial artists," Ximen Muye stood on the platform and said aloud to the people below, "Since the founding of the Qing Dynasty for several years, the country and the people have been peaceful, and the four seas have been leveled. For this reason, the imperial court decided to set up the five major schools of the Kanto region in addition to the main sect of the Kanto region, and once they were sealed, they would enjoy respect from now on! If anyone is willing to compete for these five major sects, they can recommend themselves and come to power to accept public recommendation. ”

After saying the opening sentence, the audience was suddenly silent.

No one could have imagined that this Kanto Conference would be in the cold field at the very first sentence. (To be continued)