In a blink of an eye, it was May.

This day.

From the Shahe River downstream, an old couple came to Mengshan County.

Among these two, the old man had pale hair and thin body, and he was leaning on a hook and crutch in his hands. The other old woman's hair was also gray, but her waist was straight and her face was still rosy. She obviously had a lot of strong bones.

Mengshan Pier is as lively as ever.

As soon as the old couple got ashore, they heard the noise and a prosperous scene. There were shouts and shouts on the pier, mostly dock workers who were going down to cool labor. However, there were many other merchants, pedestrians, and small vendors. On the noisy pier, there were even a teenager's voice crisp and particularly eye-catching.

"Sell newspapers!"

"The Wulin Times, which has just been printed, take a look!"

...

Miao Chongyuan listened to the voice and looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the pier. He soon saw that there were two half-year-old boys in their teenagers slapped a cloth bag on their shoulders, holding a few sheets of paper full of words in their hands, waving in the air while running and hawking—

"On the fifth day of the fifth month, the wind and clouds are surging! Let's see who can win the championship in our Mengshan venue!"

"Today's sharp comment: Hezhou Feng's 'Feng'! Pingxiang Fuhu's 'Hua Suqin'! Which peerless two beauties is better!"

"Come on here! Come on here! The freshly released "Wulin Times"!"

...

"Wu Lin?"

"Where is the martial arts world in Dashu!"

Although Miao Chongyuan shook his head, he was also interested. He walked forward and took out forty documents to buy the latest "Wulin Times".

"Okay! I'll receive you forty texts! One copy of the Wulin Times!"

The newspaper boy took out a copy of Wulin Times from his bag and handed it to Miao Chongyuan, and then took out another copy from the compartment to ask: "This is the first issue of Wulin Times. It introduces our Wulin Times in detail, and also explains in detail the rules of this 'Storm Conference' and other articles related to the 'Storm Conference'. Do you want to have another copy?"

The newspaper boy's voice was crisp and he said it thoroughly, but he could memorize it by rote.

"good!"

"Hold it!"

Miao Chongyuan couldn't help but smile and took out another forty words.

In recent years, with the vigorous development of various industries in Dashu prefectures and counties, the people have lived and worked in peace and contentment, and prices in various places have also stabilized.

In Mengshan County, an ordinary family of three costs about fifteen taels a year, which is equivalent to over 11,000 yuan in copper coins.

On average, thirty cents a day is enough to live.

A copy of Wulin Times is only four pages of paper, and the paper is average, and it costs 40 words, which is really unaffordable for ordinary people.

But Mengshan County is different at this time.

Half of Hezhou warriors gathered here. The lowest level of the "Storm and Cloud Conference" is to attend the "Storm and Cloud Conference", but there is no limit to those who come to watch the battle.

So hundreds of Qi and Blood Warriors rushed from all directions and gathered in Mengshan County.

They have money.

Spend 40 ounces to buy a pastime, learn about the "Storm Conference", and learn about the favorites in the "Mengshan Conference" that win the championship, and these people are willing to give up.

So on April 30, the first issue of the Wulin Times was published in 30th, and it was sold out on the same day.

Then, three hundred copies were printed on the first issue today, and they were sold together with the second issue, and they were still very popular.

The Wulin Times was either comprehensive, sharp, or clever, or clever, and then cooperated with the newspaper boys to rush around the docks, tiles, and alleys to yell. In just two days, the Wulin Times quickly opened up the situation in Mengshan County and made a good start.

"Wulin Times."

“The article is interesting.”

Miao Chongyuan first looked at the first issue, which contained the rules of the "Fengyun Conference". At the same time, through the number of applicants for the "Mengshan Conference", we estimate how many Bone Tempering Realm warriors in Dashu participated in the Fengyun Conference this time.

Most people have never thought about this issue, including Miao Chongyuan.

At this moment, I couldn't help but be surprised.

"There are 396 Bone Tempering Realm Warriors participating in one Mengshan venue. There are two venues in Hezhou, which are nearly 800 people."

"There are more than 40,000 bone tempering realms in the fifty-two states of Dashu!"

"This is just participating in the 'Storm Conference'. If you include those who are not interested, who are in official duties, or who are conscious of not being strong enough, just bronze bones and silver bones, the entire Dashu Bone Tempering Realm warriors are at least 100,000!"

Miao Chongyuan's face turned solemn.

He knew that the Dashu court vigorously developed martial arts. Over the years, the warriors trained by the court, whether they were masters or low-level warriors, were not comparable to each school in the world, and were one by one.

but--

One hundred thousand bone tempering realm!

This number is still shocking.

"Storm Conference!"

"I think this is the Conference of Establishing Power!"

"Li Zhigao is shaking his majesty!"

Miao Chongyuan sighed, feeling a little lonely, and had to admire Dashu's great talent and strategy.

Aside.

The old woman's mother-in-law ignored Miao Chongyuan. When she was reading the second issue of the Wulin Times, she couldn't help laughing out loud when she saw the wonderful things and said to Miao Chongyuan: "This article with the pen name is 'Bai Xiaosheng' is written in a mess. The good 'Storm Conference' was written inconsistently by him. He praised the granddaughter of the old monster in Fuhu Mountain Flower in the sky and was so unstoppable that there was nothing in the sky. I have seen that daughter. She is indeed heroic, but she is just ordinary, so she is not so exaggerated."

Grandma Fang said that she was "bad and unconventional" and "unconventional", but she was obviously amused by the article.

This article starts with the "Hua Suqin" in Fuhu Mountain and the "Feng Aqing of the Feng family in Hezhou. It lists all the female warriors who signed up for the Mengshan venue this time, and compares them with wonderful writings. In the end, I didn't really say who is higher or lower, and I didn't even mention any real skills. I went all in my appearance and talent.

“…”

When Miao Chongyuan saw his wife's joyful look, he sighed again.

On this side, Grandma Fang pointed at Miao Chongyuan again and said, "There is also 'Zhou Hongying' written on it. The seventeen-year-old bone tempering realm should be the one we are looking for."

"Where is Zhou Yan?"

"Is there any written on it?"

Miao Chongyuan wanted to take the second phase and watch it himself, but when he pulled it, Grandma Fang did not let go.

“Not written.”

"But no hurry."

"Zhou Yan is also going to participate in the 'Storm Conference' this time. He has just been promoted to the Bone Tempering Realm. How many pounds can he get? When he loses a few games and loses his spirits, it will not be too late to find him."

At the age of sixteen, I think it must be the first-class arrogance with my tail rising to the sky.

It is not appropriate to go to the door rashly, so you have to choose a good opportunity.

Grandma Fang held the newspaper and refused to let go. She hadn't finished reading it yet.
Chapter completed!