The Martial Arts Competition in Tianjin, Master Li

Dasheng World

Tianjin, as warm as spring, seemed to have forgotten all that had happened before and became extremely lively.

The Haihe River ripples with life, reflecting the newly sprouted willow branches along the banks, and even the stone lions at the century-old bridge seem to absorb a touch of warmth. The streets and alleys suddenly come alive, with the steam rising from the breakfast stalls at the entrance of the alley carrying the aroma of fried dough sticks.

On the busiest main street

There was a large crowd gathered around the newly built large arena.

Holding up copper and silver coins, they shouted somewhat frantically: "I bet three taels on Lü Yugui of the Sky Eagle Martial Arts School!" "Knight William of the War God Church, I bet fifty silver dollars on him!" "Make way, make way, I bet they'll both die together!"

Without a doubt, this should be a warm-up tactic before the start of the supposedly Seven Gods Church-sponsored World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament across the Eastern and Western Continents.

Li Xijun estimates that this kind of competition is not limited to Tianjin.

It's possible that bustling cities like Laoqing Port, Shanghai, and Guangzhou Port, which serve as gateways for exchanges between mainland China and mainland China, will inevitably follow suit.

During this time, the magic potion cultivators of the Western Continent will probably use every means at their disposal to win.

"However, what will ultimately influence the hearts and minds of the people of Dasheng and the power of the common people is the so-called First Martial Arts Tournament."

Li Xijun watched for a while, then turned around and went back to the Killing Body Martial Arts School to learn the "Spirit Turtle Breathing Technique," intending to complete the purification as soon as possible.

And shortly after he left

A martial arts master's head with short black hair flew out of the arena.

This drew gasps of surprise from the huge arena where many Tianjin residents had gathered.

Immediately,

Then many people with crazed expressions were stuffing handfuls of silver into their pockets with delighted looks.

Several young men with similar temperaments and a fleeting, focused glint in their eyes...

At the same time, they looked at a young man standing next to the Libra Goddess Merchant Guild. After the young man nodded slightly, they each silently collected the dozens of taels of silver they had won.

Many of them couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder he's a genius who broke through to the 'sitting in oblivion' stage at only thirty years old."

This method of uniting churches and secretly manipulating competitions to win money is far superior to the rumored Uncle Duan, who was killed in the end because he liked to rob and kill for money.

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Killing Martial Arts School

"Senior Brother Li!"

Good morning, senior brother!

"Greetings, Senior Brother!"

After exchanging greetings along the way, Li Xijun arrived at the martial arts hall of the main residence as usual.

However, he was taken aback when he entered this time.

The martial arts hall, which usually only has five or six disciples, was unusually lively today.

About twenty people, shirtless and sweating profusely, were practicing hard.

"Senior brother, what is this...?"

Li Xijun went in to take a look, but instead of seeing Zhang Fuhu, he saw this scene, which puzzled him.

Yu Xiangyang, who was instructing these people, seemed to be in a very good mood, grinning as he said:

"A few days ago, the Western Seven Gods Church held a martial arts competition on the main street of the Chamber of Commerce. Many martial arts school disciples went to participate and fight the foreign devils."

"Over this period of time, the local martial arts schools that didn't teach real skills and only knew how to trick their disciples into paying tuition and buying medicine have all been exposed for the heavy casualties among their disciples."

"On the contrary, the disciples of my Killing Martial Arts School and Sky Eagle Martial Arts School have defeated those foreign devils quite a few times. I even killed a damn Sequence 6 War God Sequence Knight before."

"Now that the martial arts students know the truth, they are all coming to our martial arts schools to learn martial arts, insisting that I be their instructor."

Yu Xiangyang became even more animated as he spoke.

"With our master's permission, my fellow disciples and I selected some promising talents to train and improve in this martial arts hall."

"In a few days, I will take them there to compete in martial arts tournaments."

"Replace all the winners on those three arenas (large, medium, and small) with people from our martial arts school!"

"Junior Brother Li, although you have exceptional talent, you have never actually killed anyone or seen blood."

"Then you'll see, you'll have to watch and learn a thing or two, and see how I twisted that William Knight's head off!"

At this moment, Yu Xiangyang was full of vigor and confidence, pointing out the flaws in the world.

Meanwhile, the disciples, each with a strong and imposing presence, were diligently practicing on the side.

He also began to describe Xiangyang's previous victories in martial arts competitions, praising him.

It's said that lately, Yu Xiangyang has been fawned over by crowds whenever he goes out. Not only are people vying to treat him to meals at restaurants, but he's also received numerous handkerchiefs from young women in love.

This made the young man, who had never gone out to train since he had mastered the art of martial arts and had always been a teacher of martial arts, even more arrogant and smug.

Li Xijun could tell that the other party was getting a little cocky.

However, at such times, advising someone to be cautious and careful is not only useless, but may even damage the relationship.

For a moment, he could only silently look at Meng Qifeng.

Even Senior Brother Meng, who was always well-versed in human relationships, shook his head helplessly at him.

It seems they've already tried to persuade him.

However, it seems to have little effect on Yu Xiangyang, who is currently enjoying great success.

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A moment later

Zhang Fuhu returned from outside carrying a gourd of wine, looking quite pleased.

Upon entering the martial arts hall, just as he was about to inspect the disciples' studies, he suddenly saw Li Xijun, who had been waiting for a long time.

"Hahaha..........."

The voice of this martial saint, as loud as thunder, immediately shook the roof beams.

The disciples who hadn't yet reached the purification stage all turned pale.

"What a coincidence! I just returned from the residence of Duke Boyan, and you've arrived, hope Jun."

This is why Zhang Fuhu was laughing so heartily.

He was clearly aware of the progress his highly regarded disciple had made.

Simultaneously,

Master Zhang's gaze swept across the crowd of martial arts students.

The blame fell on Yu Xiangyang, who had become somewhat complacent and carried away in recent days.

He spoke, half to reprimand his apprentice and half to genuinely admire Li Xijun's progress:

"Recently, some people have become complacent after winning just a few martial arts matches. They haven't even broken through to the Marrow Cleansing Realm yet, but they're already strutting around with their heads held high."

"Do you know that hope Jun has now entered the realm of refining the spirit and sitting in oblivion, and his status is comparable to that of a county magistrate?"

"If you see him outside the martial arts school, you have to call him Master Li."

Upon hearing this, the martial arts hall fell completely silent.

The twenty-odd new disciples in the martial arts hall, Meng Qifeng's true disciples, and Yu Xiangyang, who had just been feeling smug, were all dumbfounded, staring at Li Xijun standing to the side.

"A cultivator at the Forgetfulness Realm? Master Li... Master... you... you..."

Meng Qifeng, who was skilled in social interaction, was the first to react. He kept changing his form of address and didn't know how to start the conversation.

For those twenty-odd disciples, the fact that he was a martial arts master who had passed the imperial examinations was already the limit of their imagination.

Now, upon hearing that Senior Brother Li, who was rumored to be a martial arts prodigy, was actually a cultivator in the Forgetfulness Realm, he was speechless and his mind went completely blank.

Yu Xiangyang was also shocked. He recalled his smug look in front of Li Xijun just now, and his face turned red. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.