Sitting in the stands are the heads of the five major sects, as well as the heads of the four major martial arts families, and one is Tianmiao.

Tianmiao sat on it very abruptly, because except for her, everyone else was old. Basically, they are all old men with gray hair.

When someone questioned who the young and beautiful woman sitting on it was who was actually sitting with those martial arts Taishan Beidou, and after others gave an answer, the questioner immediately shut up.

Black Lotus, whose martial arts are unfathomable, has opened a black shop, and is friends with many heroes on the rivers and lakes.

Of course she could sit in that position.

Below the stands is the crowd of black oppression, in this world, it is conceivable how many people in the rivers and lakes can fight against the imperial court. But not all of them are qualified to compete.

The people who can compete in the ring have a certain reputation in the rivers and lakes, and their martial arts are not weak, and there are many people who recommend him. Only those who meet these conditions are eligible to compete for the position of alliance leader.

After the head of Wudang stood up and announced the start of this martial arts conference, the crowd below resounded with a burst of cheers. They have been looking forward to this day for a long time.

Xu Lang and Shen Hanshu also stood in front of the crowd, watching the excitement with their hands. The two of them are qualified to compete for the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, but both of them are used to idle clouds and wild cranes, and they are not interested in this at all. It is the sons of the other two martial arts families who want to participate in this competition.

But there has been no first person to come to power for a long time, and he is modest and wait-and-see.

At this moment, there was an uproar outside the crowd.

"What's the matter?" The head of Wudang looked up at the outermost part of the square and asked with a frown.

"Mongols." The head of Kunlun frowned and said, "What are these Mongols here for?" ”

"I always feel that the person who comes is not good." The head of the Kongtong faction frowned. Those Mongols had steady steps and long breathing, and they were masters at first glance. And the relationship between the Central Plains and Mongolia has never been good.

The head of Shaolin looked at the group of people and did not speak, but just flicked the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Xu Lang and the others turned their heads to look at the Mongols. These people were obviously taller than many Central Plains people, they walked in a hurry, and everywhere they went, the crowd got out of the way, and they quickly walked to the front of the crowd.

"Meet the seniors." The young man in the lead bowed to the crowd in the stands.

"You guys come to our Wudang, what are you talking about?" The head of Wudang stood up and asked.

"We're here to participate in the martial arts conference. Compete for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance. The young man said something shocking with a calm face.

The words fell, and the crowd boiled.

"What? Mongolians want to come to our martial arts conference? ”

"What do they want to do?"

"It's something that has never happened before."

"Impossible! Don't even think about it. ”

"Go back to your Mongolia."

"Wolf ambition! Go back! ”

The crowd talked a lot, and they all looked at the Mongols with the same hatred.

"I believe that martial arts know no borders. We should embrace all rivers and learn from each other's strengths. The strong will have a broad mind, and the weak will be complacent. The young man was not in the slightest affected by those unkind eyes and words, but said in a calm voice.

For a while, the discussion became quieter.

Xu Lang muttered to Shen Hanshu in a low voice: "What this person said is really high-sounding. I'm afraid that the old antiques can't erase the so-called martial arts spirit. ”

(End of chapter)