With Fatty Wang, Su Weifeng felt that time had been much faster along the way, and at least he wouldn't be bored. The Longshou Mountain is not too high. At Su Weifeng's speed, he could reach the top of the mountain soon, but there were too many people here, and he was queuing forward completely. Just following the crowd, Su Weifeng walked for two hours before he saw the top of the mountain.

"Brother Su, do you know how many people will be in our martial arts conference this time?" Fatty Wang said in a show-off.

"How many people?" Su Weifeng replied casually.

"We must have thousands of people in our martial arts conference this time." Fatty Wang said exaggeratedly.

"Thousands of people? How can there be so many? There are not so many families in the capital." Su Weifeng said in surprise. He thought it would be good to have hundreds of people in the sword competition in the capital, and he would never have thought of thousands of people.

"Of course there are no thousands of families. If there are thousands of families in the capital, then the family would be too worthless. In fact, not only each family has only one person, but each family will have several young people in their twenties. Of course, these people will come. No young people will miss this kind of grand event."

"And the family will definitely send bodyguards to follow, which is also a protection for the young people of their own family. After all, any family has no enemies. If no one protects them, some of these young people will definitely be regarded as targets. No family can bear the loss. In addition, there are some foreign young people who are invited, etc., just like you, there will be more people in one plus."

Fatty Wang said proudly to Su Weifeng.

Su Weifeng also understood this time. After counting this, it is very likely that this thousand people are also a possibility. This is like a second-generation trip. It is really a grand event. However, Su Weifeng's expectation for this Beijing sword competition has been reduced. Can this young master really make a name for his traveling?

In Su Weifeng's opinion, these young people are all flowers in greenhouses, and at least they are not as good as their will. Even if there are warriors, their strength may not be as good as that. Su Weifeng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Why don't you have a bodyguard? You just came here by yourself?" Su Weifeng suddenly looked at Fatty Wang and said, "Fatty Wang has always been alone, not even a bodyguard." This is a bit strange, and he has no companions. Su Weifeng is a little curious.

"My family is not a big family, and no one can think of me." Fatty Wang said mockingly.

Su Weifeng smiled and said nothing.

Finally, Su Weifeng and Fatty Wang arrived at a wide platform near the top of the mountain. At this time, the place was already surrounded by people, and a circular area was empty in the middle, which looked like a venue for competition.

Su Weifeng and Fatty Wang came late. They were squeezed very far away at this time. How could Fatty Wang look at such a distance? There was nothing left.

"Give me aside, boiling water is coming, boiling water is coming." Fatty Wang shouted loudly.

"Damn, who brought boiling water?"

......

Curses came one after another, but they still squeezed out a passage for Fatty Wang. No one wanted to be scalded by the boiling water, so they subconsciously dodged to the side, fearing that they were scalded. When they found that there was no boiling water at all, it was too late. Fatty Wang and Su Weifeng had already squeezed over.

Amid the curses, with Fatty Wang leading the way, Su Weifeng also squeezed into the innermost part of the platform, which is the first row.

"Brother Su is in a good position." Fatty Wang said proudly.

The curses behind were not calm yet. Su Weifeng was covered in black lines. Although this fat man Wang was unable to do anything, he really had a way. Su Weifeng couldn't say anything.

"Is this the Beijing Sword Competition? It seems to be a martial arts competition." Su Weifeng said to Fatty Wang. Hearing that the name of Beijing Sword Competition is so high-end, he didn't expect that it would be a martial arts competition on this platform. Su Weifeng was a little disappointed. This was a bit different from what he imagined.

"Of course not, this is just an appetizer. The real swordsman in the capital is not here, but on it." Fatty Wang showed off, looking for his sense of superiority in front of Su Weifeng, which made him very happy.

"What is it for?" Su Weifeng looked along the direction of Fatty Wang's finger and saw that the top of the mountain was above, and it seemed that there was a platform, and only a small part could be seen.

"The above are the best people of our young generation in Beijing, also known as the Seven Heroes of the Capital. They will discuss fighting and martial arts later. It is called the Sword Contest in Beijing, but we are not qualified to go up." Fatty Wang looked at the direction of the top of the mountain and said enviously.

Su Weifeng didn't care. Su Weifeng didn't care about the best of the young generation in Beijing. He just wanted to find some talented, persevering and upright young people. It didn't require much strength. No matter how strong these second-generation people in Beijing could be, it was nothing in Su Weifeng's eyes.

"It's quite interesting here, like a martial arts conference." Su Weifeng said casually.

"That's that, that's it. Although this is not the peak, there are also many strong people here. There are countless strong people. Many people will go on stage to compete. Some of them are either to get a ranking, they just show their faces and make a familiar face. Although the Beijing Sword Competition is to make friends through martial arts, it is also a social opportunity for young people. It is not a bad thing to know more connections."

Fatty Wang said proudly, he was also planning to go on stage to play two games later, but he had to find weaker opponents to show his presence.

"I don't know if there will be any changes in these seven heroes this year." Fatty Wang said to himself.

"What does it mean?" Su Weifeng asked in confusion.

"The seven heroes are not fixed. Brother Su thought these seven heroes were nicknames for several people, just like Jiangnan in the TV series?" Fatty Wang said with a smile.

Su Weifeng nodded. He really thought so. The Seven Heroes sounded like they were together, a small organization.

"The Seven Heroes of the Capital are not what you think. The Seven Heroes of the Capital are actually a title, representing the seven strongest people in the Beijing Sword Competition. Since the first Beijing Sword Competition selected the seven strongest people, they all followed the number of the first session, and each session had seven people, so they were also called the Seven Heroes of the Capital." Wang Fatty explained.

This time, Su Weifeng understood the origin of the Seven Heroes in the Capital. It turned out that this was the case. It was like a boxing champion challenge. The people above all had gold belts, while the people below wanted to snatch their gold belts and replace them.

"Are these people now qualified to challenge the Seven Heroes?" Su Weifeng asked.

"Of course not. This is not something that everyone can challenge. If anyone can challenge it, then everyone below will challenge it and you will not be exhausted to death." The fat man said exaggeratedly.

Su Weifeng thought about it, this kind of fighting style is really a wheel battle, and ordinary people can't stand this kind of battle.

"Our battle will also rank first. Only when the battle here ends, the top three are qualified to challenge their seven heroes." Fatty Wang explained to Su Weifeng seriously. This time, Su Weifeng generally understood the sword competition in the capital.
Chapter completed!