The place where the Xingyang Martial Arts Conference was held was not in Xingyang City.

This kind of unofficial martial arts gathering is generally controlled by the court.

In order to avoid trouble, the convener of the martial arts conference directly selected a site in Guangwu Mountain near Xingyang.

At this time, it is still a bitter and cold moment outside the Liaodong border. And a trace of spring is already blooming on the earth in the Central Plains.

The organizers of the martial arts conference were obviously very powerful and had already established a row of sheds at the foot of Guangwu Mountain.

These sheds are full of small vendors and vendors, selling many local specialties from Henan.

There are also simple teahouses and wine shops that provide the exchange of martial arts wealthy men to rest and have banquets.

The closer Yan Jiu and Yang Zhenyi Shaoyi and the older they got to Guangwu Mountain, the more they could feel the gathering of martial arts people.

Most of them are in groups of three or five, and they will greet each other when they meet.

There were even some neatly dressed warriors passing by.

These people are all full of breasts and belly folds, and both men and women are full of heroic spirits. Most of them are young.

The worst thing about these people is to improve their body refining. More people have already cultivated their internal energy, and even by chance, they can encounter internal energy and step into the innate martial arts masters.

Yan Jiu couldn't help but sigh that the spiritual power of the ancient earth was indeed abundant.

There are so many young masters on this planet where the cultivation is backward and the practice of exercises is almost desolate. To some extent, it shows that the human qualifications on the earth are still excellent.

Yan Jiu is also proud of his mother's family.

There is almost no need to search for the Guangwu Mountain Martial Arts Temple, just walk slowly along with the flow of people from the martial arts army.

Gradually, I saw the colorful sheds at the foot of the mountain lined up, and the colorful flags fluttered in the wind.

The young martial artsists who walked along the way were already excited.

Some people have bright eyes, while others are eager to try.

But when they walked to the foot of the mountain, they found that the pergola flags were shops.

These shops were arranged by local officials in Xingyang and organizers of the martial arts conference.

Every shop will draw a certain profit ratio as the official commission.

It is unknown whose pocket this money finally entered.

Whenever a wave of young warriors comes, vendors will come immediately.

"Young hero, look here, this is Bodhizi personally blessed by the great monk on Songshan Mountain. Take him with you to ensure that you can become famous at this Xingyang Martial Arts Conference."

"How much?"

"Young hero, you are making a profit today. Such a precious Bodhi seed, you only need half a tael of silver."

"Come on one and take a good start."

"The young hero is so generous and powerful, the Martial Arts Conference will surely be famous all over the world."

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Not only are vendors selling Sakyamuni's amulets.

There are also people selling Taoist talismans and the holy water of the Heart Sect.

Some arrogant people are unmoved and do whatever they want.

Some disciples from small sects are completely here to watch the fun and are very enthusiastic about these sensational things.

The vendors' business is pretty good.

More are tea and wine stalls.

How come there is no wine, meat, tea and water at the gathering of high-ranking tourists in the world?

Therefore, thousands of people have gathered at the foot of Guangwu Mountain.

Yan Jiu and Gong Yang Zhen followed the warriors to the foot of Guangwu Mountain.

According to Wu Jiu's memory, they did not go to the sheds at the foot of the mountain, but passed directly through the middle of the tall tower built by wooden shelves.

This tower is extremely tall.

Wherever Yan Jiu's eyes could reach were all such tall wooden towers, which surrounded the small hill below Guangwu Mountain.

After the tower, divide the two areas with wooden fences.

An area is a direct road to the mountain.

In another area, there is a huge screen in front of you, and you can't see the scene.

Above the tower were full of Ming soldiers sent by the General of Xingyang.

The court cannot let the large-scale gatherings of people in martial arts.

Not only did the Xingyang General attach importance to it, but even the Ming generals who were far away in Zhengzhou sent military experts to assist.

Although this martial arts conference is a famous martial arts expert organization in Henan and Hebei, it is also necessary to defend the country and territory of the Ming Dynasty with force.

But the court still hopes that everything is within control.

The aura that exudes from the heavy armored soldiers on the tower can see how much the official value it is here.

Those heavily armored soldiers could not hide their crazy and violent aura under the heavy armor.

Although their strength is only martial arts body refining, the aura tempered by the battle formation still suffocates ordinary warriors.

Many disciples from small sects are not qualified to enter Guangwu Mountain at all, and can only stay in the sheds of vendors outside, waiting for the elders in the sect to return to participate in the conference.

Some of them who have weak cultivation are even close to the tower, and they will be suppressed by the aura of the heavy armored soldiers on the tower, and they dare not move forward at all.

When we got to the bottom of the tower, there were very few people who could walk through it.

Most of them know each other and say hello with their fists.

Some of these people, some older ones have reached the state of internal energy release.

"Old Boxer Wang, I haven't seen you for many years, and I feel even more energetic. I admire you."

"King Li Dao, I have heard that King Dao is about to enter the innate realm. Your words made Old Wang tremble with fear."

"Where can I enter the innate world, wouldn't I be like Geng Zhongyue, the hero of the Yellow River, and can organize this huge martial arts meeting? Hahahaha."

The two bragged about each other, ignoring the powerful pressure brought by the heavy armored soldiers above, and walked into the tower again and again.

The group of people gathered around respectfully clasped their fists to the two of them. Obviously, their reputation was extremely resounding in the Central Plains.

The warrior guarding the tower was also full of laughter, allowing the two of them to enter the passage directly to the mountain.

Immediately afterwards, a few more people walked over.

These people greeted each other, and some obviously knew each other.

The warriors guarding the gate either let them go directly or check the invitations of the visitors, and politely let them enter Guangwu Mountain.

There were also some young warriors who did not walk to the passage directly up the mountain. Instead, they stopped on the other side.

Some watched the people who went up the mountain, while others stood arrogantly, looking at the world.

Whenever a female warrior with a beauty passes by, the young warriors will slightly erect their chests and try to show their best side.

There are also people who pretend to be arrogant and pretend to be disdainful.

Yan Jiu and Gong Yang followed those people and walked towards the mountaintop passage.

"The two are heroes from He Sect and Sect, so I am not afraid of being a good person." The warrior at the gate reached out and stopped Yan Jiu and Gong Yang Zhen.

He still spoke very politely.

After all, Yan Jiu has a handsome appearance, and the temperament of a cultivator is different from that of an ordinary warrior.

Although these gatekeepers are average in strength, they still have the ability to see them.

People like Yan Jiu dare not offend easily.

Yan Jiu shook his head and said for a while: "We are from the Blood Sect."

"Blood Gate?" The gatekeeper was stunned.

Although the Blood Sect is passed down from the previous year, not many people know about it.

Only the Taoist sect, which has been passed down for thousands of years, can Shakyamuni know the existence of the Blood Sect.

The reason why the King's Family in Xinmen knew about the Blood Sect was because they were one of the guardians of the Ming Dynasty, and they had heard about the Blood Sect from some top-secret information.
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