The Coercion of Scum

I hesitated and asked questions.

"I, the news on my side is blocked, and some things are not known. But I heard that the annual martial arts conference will be held in Shaolin Temple this year?"

"Oh, yes. There seems to be such a thing."

He rolled his eyes, then nodded and asked me kindly.

"What's wrong? You don't want to go, do you?"

‘Uh...I remember this is different from the test time, right? It just so happens that I also do martial arts, and I want to see the heroes of the world. So I want to ask about going to Shaolin Temple after the test.’

I smiled shyly and removed my eyes absent-mindedly.

He seemed to understand something and smiled.

"Young people are all like this, but fortunately, young people have to be passionate. But you probably don't know. If people who are not qualified can go, Shaolin Temple will be overwhelmed."

"Uh...I know."

"But you are lucky. In 7 days, the Dongcheng Guild Hall in Luoyang will host the screening of the martial arts conference. There will be a ring where the heroes can defeat their opponents and get hero posts."

"Really? Thank you! It seems that I will try the screening 3 days ago, I have time!"

"Oh? Will try right away, are you really going to fight and kill?"

The horse catching head was a little surprised, but I waved in embarrassment.

"No, thank you, I haven't figured it out yet."

"Hehe, you're welcome. When I was young, I also participated in the martial arts conference, but it was all past tense, and I had enough to play. The rivers and lakes are sinister and I don't want to stay anymore.

The horse catching head smiled bitterly and waved, then turned and left.

"Xiao Zhu, you can do it yourself."

Looking at the back of him leaving, I always feel that he is also a person who has experienced strong winds and heavy rains.

···········

In the next few days, I read in the inn during the day, and occasionally went out for a while at night.

However, what I have always been thinking about is the martial arts conference.

Hero posts...With that, you can go to Shaolin.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel hot and my blood boiled.

Pulling out the sword, I finally made up my mind in the early morning of the seventh day to go to the Dongcheng Guild Hall to participate in the screening of the martial arts conference.

The Four Books, Five Classics and Gangchang Ethics are all gone in my mind at this moment, and some are only left with the desire for the domain of the strong.

I'm here for the martial arts conference.

Stopping the carriage on the side of the road, I arrived at the Dongcheng Guild Hall at noon.

The atmosphere of the martial arts conference was as hot as I imagined.

Two streets away, the number of people is obviously a lot more, and they all carry weapons. There are all kinds of knives, guns and sticks on the streets and colorful flags are hung on the streets. It's like a holiday.

Because it was too crowded, I had to get out of the wagon and walk.

When I got there, I found that a square had been emptied. There was a big man in the corner beating gongs and drums, and the people on it were playing in full swing.

A closer look, they are two men in white clothes. They should belong to different sects. Seeing that one of their swords is relatively wide and the other is relatively narrow, their speeds are comparable.

Shoo! !

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air is so crisp, but so beautiful.

Is this a scene of the martial arts conference?

The fighting appearance of those two people was deeply imprinted in my eyes, and I could hardly forget it, because this was my first memory.

"what!"

Finally, one of them was exhausted and was knocked down, which also declared his defeat.

"The winner is the King Tiger of Feihumen."

And a referee next to him announced loudly.

The onlookers below applauded.

"This group has been selected, and the hero post is from Feihumen."

Cheers from below.

The referee also handed a red post to the winner.

After receiving the post, Wang Hu, who also had some wounds on his body, walked off the stage ecstatically.

I looked at that blankly, almost drooling.

Great, this is the martial arts conference.

In order to maximize the selection of the elite, should the talented people be eliminated first? It must be a different scene when it comes to Shaolin Temple.

I was happily thinking about going there to open my eyes too. I finally found a place with a flag to sign up.

"Excuse me, how do I register for the martial arts conference?"

The man glanced at me and gave me a form.

"Fill in the information, and you will be grouped and reported later. A group of 10 people, and one person in each group can get a hero post."

"What? So intense?"

"Yes."

In a daze, I was pushed to a place similar to a waiting area next to me, either standing or sitting next to men with weapons... even women.

There are women? ? !

No, no, what am I making a fuss about? The Emei school is famous for all women, and there are also some schools that only accept women or have female apprentices.

Calm down, don't make a fuss, isn't the paper kite also good at martial arts?

Because 10% of the people in the venue are women, my mood is a little bit complicated and a little excited, but I am also a little worried about whether they can survive the cruel battle. After all, women are still physically weak. some.