The group of people left the Villa, got on the carriage, and rushed to the venue of the martial arts conference in a hurry. Han Ling and Mu Yuntong rode together, and in the eyes of the world, they became more and more valued and valuable.
After getting in the car, Mu Yuntong just closed his eyes and rested. Han Ling knew that he was riding with her just for the reputation of being kind, and seeing how coy he was, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart, raised the car curtain, and turned to look out the window.
The streets of Yucheng have not been so lively for a long time. Perhaps it was because the triennial martial arts conference was suspended for a year. At this time, there was a sea of people outside the window. People rushing to the martial arts conference were all in high spirits. They were carrying and carrying their own weapons, just to win the first place in the martial arts conference. two. The crowds were jostling each other, causing some friction. Han Ling felt a little funny when he saw a young man being squeezed to the side of the road by several chattering girls. He blushed and scratched his head in embarrassment. However, the young man suddenly turned his head in his direction as if aware of his sight. Han Ling made eye contact with him and felt as if he was being pricked by needles. He retracted his hand and lowered the door curtain.
After all, the carriage and horse are faster than the pace. Han Ling and his group got out of the car, and the other disciples followed Hou Ling to the sect's seat. Han Ling turned around and wanted to leave, but Mu Yuntong reached out to stop him.
"You come with me." Mu Yuntong whispered, "There are many people with mixed ears, so don't say anything."
Han Ling nodded in agreement and followed Mu Yuntong to the stands of the martial arts conference.
This year's venue is quite different. There is a competition arena in the middle, with seats for each martial arts on both sides. In front of the central axis of the competition platform, there were two other high stands. Han Ling followed Mu Yuntong to the lower stand, not knowing who was sitting in the higher place.
The various sects and lone rangers entered the arena in sequence, and the arena was extremely noisy. Han Ling stood next to Mu Yuntong's seat with a serious look on his face, wondering what he was thinking about.
Mu Yuntong, a woman in gray standing on the other side, unfolded her scroll and began to read out the "best in the world" of this conference:
"The best punch in the world is Mu Yuntong; the best sword in the world is Shi Baichuan;
"The best whip in the world is Luo Zhi; the best escort in the world is Bo Gong;
"The best spear in the world, Feng Cheng; the best swordsman in the world, Tang Jin and Xu Zhuchen; the best spear in the world..."
The venue fell silent for a moment, and the spectators were secretly amazed. Not only because there are two people tied for the "No. 1 Sword", but also because Tang Jin, as a master swordsman, has been the best swordsman in the world for nearly 30 years, but this year he is tied with a girl in her twenties.
Suddenly there was a loud shout, and everyone looked towards the field.
However, they saw a tall man with a beard standing there, wearing a pair of gold and iron finger tigers on his hands, issuing a challenge to Mu Yuntong in the stands. His face was red, and it looked like he was drunk and was here to cause trouble. The warriors in front of the door tried to drive him out of the venue, but the big man's brute strength prevented three or four people from pushing him away.
"My dear, Mu Yuntong! The Sa family heard that you accepted a cripple with blocked meridians as your apprentice. I'm afraid you raised a male favorite. It really tainted the reputation of our warriors! In terms of boxing skills, you are the only one who dares to rank first in the world. ?Get off your desk and try your skills with the Sa family!"
There were whispers in the seats, and Mu Yuntong raised his hand slightly, signaling Feng Cheng behind him to take the man out of the venue and deal with it. The man was still yelling and cursing, and the place was filled with obscenities.
Mu Yuntong's expression remained unchanged as he sat upright in the stands. Suddenly, Han Ling stepped forward and scolded: "Who are you, who dares to give advice to the current leader of the martial arts world? To deal with you, I don't need my master to take action, I can teach you the meaning of dignity and inferiority!" He said , jumped down from the stands, and walked to the man before Feng Cheng.
Mu Yuntong and his disciples' expressions changed. The bearded man looked at Han Ling and laughed.
"Are you that male favorite who has no inner strength? If such a luxurious fabric is torn by you, wouldn't you have to cry and ask Mu Yuntong's son to judge it for you?"
Han Ling was not agitated by him and raised his hand in salute: "Senior, please."
Being treated like this, the big man felt like he was punching the cotton. He had no intention of provoking any more verbal stimulation. He just put on a posture and said: "Don't use those false gifts. If you can survive Sajia's three moves, Sajia will count you as the winner."
This sentence seemed like a concession, but in fact it was still a huge test for Han Ling, who had lost all his internal strength. Not to mention Hou Ling, even the man from Mu Yuntong's sect who was looking for trouble with Han Ling couldn't help but sweat for Han Ling.
Han Ling nodded and walked towards the field.
The big man punched with 50% of his strength. He wanted to test Han Ling's strength. Han Ling watched his movements and moved quickly to the side, trying to avoid the big man's fist. Unexpectedly, although this big man is strong, his movements are very flexible. The path of his punch was reversed midway, almost following Han Ling's movements.
The big man pressed forward step by step, and Han Ling also gave in step by step. Seeing Han Ling being forced to the edge of the ring, the audience held their breath and concentrated for fear of something unexpected happening. Suddenly, Han Ling moved his fingers. Before the people in the stands could see his movements clearly, they saw the big man staggering and almost falling off the edge of the ring. Han Ling, as if he had predicted the big man's movements, turned sideways and narrowly avoided the punch.
The big man turned to Han Ling and picked up a small piece of wood from the ground. Those in the front row craned their necks and saw that it was a wedge-shaped piece of wood. Only then did everyone understand that Han Ling took advantage of the Han Ling's underestimation of the enemy and inserted wooden wedges under the Han's feet, affecting his progress. While traveling at such a fast speed, one careless move could injure oneself. If the big man hadn't been really superb, he might have fallen off the stage by now.
"It's a small trick." The big man threw the wooden wedge away and said, "It's disgusting."
Han Ling had no internal strength, and the leaping and leaping he had just made was out of breath. He stood up straight and said to the big man: "The first move, I accept it."
The big man snorted coldly and struck with another punch.
The angle of this punch was tricky. Since the two were very close, Han Ling had no way to avoid it, so he had to take it hard. Unexpectedly, Han Ling not only refused to retreat, but also took a few steps forward. The big man was a little surprised, but the strength of his hand did not weaken at all. Seeing that Han Ling's chest was about to hit the big man's fist, Han Ling knelt down and crawled under the big man's feet.
The audience was in an uproar. Those who had previously favored Han Ling also frowned. Several fellow juniors stood up angrily and pointed at Han Ling's behavior. Han Ling wiped the dust on his sleeves and ignored the boos from the audience.
Han Ling walked behind the big man and said, "Senior, there is one last move."
The big man turned around, furious. His right fist swung towards Han Ling and hit Han Ling hard on the chest.
The audience gasped, and some timid ones even covered their eyes directly, not daring to watch any more. After a while, I heard silence in the venue, then I took my hand off and saw a surprising scene.
Han Ling was seen grabbing the big man's arm with both hands, but the big man's fist could not move forward an inch. Someone heard a sound in the stands and turned around to see Mu Yuntong standing up and knocking over his chair. The big man was still exerting himself, his face was red and his ears were red from holding back. He didn't believe that Han Ling, who had no internal strength, could restrain him. Han Ling held him firmly with both hands, a faint smile on his face.
"Three moves have passed, and I won. I am grateful for the praise given to me by my senior, and Han accepted the inner strength of my senior."
It was too late, but it was too soon. Han Ling clasped his hand inwards. The big man felt that the muscles and veins all over his body were tightening, and the internal energy flowed out from his dantian and down his arms. The more he tried to pull his hand back, the faster his internal strength drained away. The big man was so panicked that he broke out in cold sweat. He tried his best to stop the loss of internal energy. He waved his left hand and struck Han Ling hard, but Han Ling caught it with ease. With a two-pronged approach, internal strength will be lost faster. The big man's face turned from red to white, and he yelled: "Despicable son of a bitch, what are you-"
Before the word "evil magic" came out of his mouth, the big man felt a gust of wind passing by his side, and his body was violently blown away. He raised his head in pain, only to find that his right arm was still held in Han Ling's hand, with blood dripping down from the end. What knocked him away was his own internal power.
He saw Han Ling drop his right arm, slowly walk towards him, and said with a smile: "Senior's internal strength is really pure, thank you very much."
It was already three o'clock in the morning when Shi Song arrived at the martial arts conference venue. Before he could find his admission certificate, he heard a burst of noise in the venue, and then, a figure passed by him so fast that he could not see his whereabouts. It was only for a moment, but Shi Song inexplicably felt that the smell was very familiar. He felt strange in his heart. He was about to ask what happened when he saw several people in luxurious clothes running out of the venue. One of them was holding a sharp sword. He roared angrily: "Han Ling! You thief!"
Shi Song was a little stunned. Han Ling was his best friend since childhood. When he was fourteen, his family left Meichuan and moved to Langya. They have not seen each other since. Was the person who just ran over actually Han Ling?
He watched many people filing out of the venue and quickly stopped one to ask what happened inside the venue. The man looked pale and said in a trembling voice: "Just now, Han Ling, the disciple of the alliance leader, killed someone in the scene! And then ran away!"
Shi Song let go of his hand in disbelief. If that person just now was Han Ling, judging from the speed at which he left, his internal strength was truly unfathomable. But how could Han Ling kill someone?
He followed the crowd for a few steps and smelled the familiar smell again at the corner. Seeing the crowd running in the other direction, Shi Song touched his nose and turned towards the source of the smell.
The closer you get, the stronger the smell becomes. Shisong walked around and came to a cliff, feeling as if his whole body was wrapped in that smell.
He remembered that it was the smell of the paint that Han Ling used to practice his disguise when he was a child, honey, camellia and daylilies, with a hint of bitterness in the fragrance. Shi Song was sure that Han Ling must have recognized him, so he deliberately tested him in this way. He walked to the big locust tree on the edge of the cliff and called out in a low voice: "Old Han! Come out, I am Shi Song!"
He called twice, and suddenly felt someone patting him behind him, so he turned around happily.
What appeared in front of him was Han Ling's handsome face, but it was twisted into a ball because of pain.
