It was outside the Frostless Pavilion.
There were plenty of people in the square who were talking about how to select the leader.
Suddenly, a noise came from the entrance of the Frostless Pavilion. All people were attracted to watch there.
Two weird older men appeared there. One was in a black gown, while the other one was in a white gown. They looked like Black and White Impermanence (gods who were tasked with escorting the souls of the dead), making others feel scared in the day.
The man in black had a square face, broad eyebrows, a large black beard, and a fat shape. The man in white had a thin face, a white beard, and a flimsy figure.
The man in black and the man in white were eye-catching.
"The Xiaoyao Duos!" Someone exclaimed.
The two persons turned out to be the Xiaoyao Duos, composed of Han Xiao and Leng Yao, famous in the martial arts community.
It was the signific
It was a night.Under the dark sky without the moon and stars, the autumn wind blew coldly.On the Frostless Hill, candles in countless lanterns illuminated the buildings.Many people had gone back to rest. They were going to attend the General Assembly of the Martial Arts Community tomorrow morning.The sects eligible to run for election stayed in the makeshift buildings in the square.Therefore, the square was still buzzing with people.After an afternoon of deliberation and discussion, the leaders of the sects, small and large, had agreed that each gang would dispatch twelve people for the competition.They would compete with each other in martial art skills, followed by literature accomplishments.Martial art skills were of vital importance to martial artists. They must pass the tests of martial arts before they entered the literature competitions.The prev
The sunny weather for several days had finally come to an end.After a night's rest, people got up only to see the outside flying raindrops.The autumn rain haunting the Frostless Hill softly sprinkled on the ground, with a little sadness and chill.Autumn wind and autumn rain worried people.Mu Qianmei came out of the platform, looking at the autumn rain outside the door and feeling somewhat lost.She did not rest well last night. The weather made her frustrated.However, many people were not affected by the weather. They were still very high, cheerfully talking and laughing.It was because today was the day."It's time now."Everybody gathered at the palace.General Assembly of the Martial Arts Community finally opened in this rain.It was crowded under the ring.Flags swung on the ring.Dongfang Yunfei from
It was on the ninth ring.Han Bing stood in opposition to Liu Tingfeng, one in black and the other in white, one fat and the other thin, which was very eye-catching.Liu Tingfeng's black hair hung down on his shoulders while his clothes were as white as snow. With a calm and natural expression, he stood in the drizzle in a detached manner.Han Bing was in black, holding a long sword. With a habitual smile on his face, he looked at Liu Tingfeng with a gentle and kind expression just like a senior apprentice-brother who was going to accompany his junior apprentice-brother to practice swordplay, which was not oppressive at all."Are you ready?"Han Bing asked with a smile.Liu Tingfeng hated such a smiling expression so much somehow. Although his smile looked very sincere and kind, he looked at everyone with that look! It made him feel that his expression was just a habit without any emotion.
It was in the pavilion of Xiaoyao Gang.Han Xiao, Leng Yao, Han Bing and ten disciples circled up there, discussing the competition in the morning."Was it really the Wind Floating Sword Skill they talk about in legends?"Han Bing asked curiously.Han Xiao and Leng Yao were also in the audience when the competition took place. Recalling the match, Han Xiao replied with uncertainty,"I think so. But none of us has ever seen the genuine Wind Floating Sword Skill. It only exists in the legends. Few people who have seen it are still alive."Leng Yao also said dubiously,"If Ye Suifeng were still alive, he would already be over a hundred years old. But the young man called Liu Tingfeng is now only fifteen or sixteen. If that is the genuine Wind Floating Sword Skill, he should be a disciple of Ye Suifeng. Judging from his fight against Bing, they are not very different in their martial arts levels.
The first day was like sweeping away sand with great waves. The first round saw the elimination of two hundred and thirty-three people.Among all the combats, the most talked about was the one between Mu Qianmei and Dong Fei. The fight between the tough and the soft had exemplified the gentleness and swiftness of Mu Qianmei's Dancing Butterfly Sword Skill.The soft overwhelmed the tough.Mu Qianmei won the applause and exclamation from the audience through her incredible performance.After the first round, only five of the nine gangs had all the twelve people remaining and won all the fights.They were the Beggar Gang, Dongfang Family from the Dongqin Kingdom, the Secret Buddha Sect from the Nantang Kingdom, the Xuanqing Faction from the Beihan Kingdom and Ximen Family from the Xichu Kingdom.The second round in the morning of the second day saw that a hundred and sixteen people eliminated.On
The match on the ring was fierce.Feng Tianyu, the master of Beggar Gang, competed against Ximen Yixiao, the head of the Ximen Family.Feng Tianyu swayed the stick. Flying Dragon Thirty-Six Sticks cast shadows constantly and accelerated the movement. In the wuthering sound, the stick shadows soon surrounded Ximen Yixiao in layers.Ximen Yixiao didn't show any sign of weakness either.Celestial thunder knife skill was earthshaking. Each knife was formidable. The shadows in semi arc that the broadsword cast prevented Feng Tianyu's dog beat stick from the blade shadows.What a close race!They were neck and neck!A general met a worthy opponent!They were well-matched. It was hard to say who would be the winner.Because they were rapid, soon one hundred moves had passed.They were still neck and neck.Soon two hundred moves had passed.
When Liu Tingfeng and Dongfang Shaohong, dressed in white, stood on the ring, tens of thousands of viewers held their breath and kept silent.Having a high expectation, they were unwilling to disturb. Everyone stared at the ring with concerned eyes for fear of missing any slight action, expression, or simple dialogue of just a few words."We have met before."Dongfang Shaohong spoke suddenly.For several days of contests, Dongfang Shaohong had paid particular attention to the action of Beggar Gang. Liu Tingfeng's swordsmanship made him recall the day when Yun Zhonghe had been snatched.He knew Liu Tingfeng was one of the three persons on that day.Therefore, he said with certainty."Please!"Liu Tingfeng was not interested in talking. After making a slight bow, he said briefly.The dialogue of two simple sentences caused a minor commotion below the ring.
The competition was still in full swing.However, people's enthusiasm had gradually faded, and their requirements had become higher and higher after one competition after another.When one was too strong while the other was too weak, the battle would end after several moves, which was really not exciting for the audience.Even if they were evenly matched, if both of them were not strong enough and there was nothing attractive for a long time, people would feel bored as well.Some evenly matched martial arts masters competed in their internal strength as soon as they came up to the ring. Although they knew that such a competition was dangerous and it would be life-threatening at any time, they also knew that standing on the ring without formidable moves would make people feel bored.Since the battle on the ring was not interesting enough, some people began to chat with people around them quietly, reminiscing about some