Ah Huang next to him also curled his lips and smiled.

There is actually someone - and an ordinary person who dares to block the way between him and Xiao Yangzi? He really doesn't know how to live or die!

However, the big man with a scumbag had a slightly obscene smile on his face, rubbing his hands and smiling "hehehe" straight.

He looked around and saw that passers-by didn't pay much attention to him, so he approached Fu Yang a little and whispered: "Don't be nervous, don't be angry, two of you. I have no malice. Just... Hehe, I, Old Wang, can tell at a glance! You two are not ordinary people, are you here to attend the ten-year Wudang Sword Fighting Conference."

Sword Fighting Conference?!

A surprised expression appeared on Fu Yang and A Huang's faces.

Neither of them knows, what is this?

The divine sense sent a message to Mr. Xiong. The fat cat is only interested in getting angry now and says irritably that he doesn't know either...

The big man with a beard, who saw that they didn't say anything, thought he had agreed. He immediately showed a look of "I'm right" and then introduced himself very well.

"My name is Wang Wu, I am a swordsman! Just call me Lao Wang."

A slut, an old turtle...

Ah Huang laughed out loud.

Fu Yang was also smiling.

At this time, they had confirmed that the big man with a beard in front of them had no malice. Moreover, after scanning the spiritual sense, they found that the big man's physical fitness was far beyond ordinary people. Moreover, they had calluses in their household registration and fingers, which was obviously caused by grasping the weapon.

In other words, he is a martial arts practitioner! And his martial arts skills should be quite high.

Of course, no matter how high it is, for Fu Yang and A Huang... it is also similar to an ant, right?

Wang Wu continued with a smile: "Where did you come from? Is there a sect of teachers? Or which martial arts association? Or folk martial arts enthusiasts like me."

Fu Yang waved his hand: "Old Wang, you may have made a mistake. We are not martial arts practitioners."

no?

Wang Wu was a little surprised, but soon smiled and whispered: "Two little brothers, don't lie to me. You're not a martial arts practitioner. How could the taste be so unique? Look, your wretched fat cat is very similar to the sand sculpture I raised before. Can ordinary people have this kind of taste?"

Fu Yang and A Huang had a black line.

Damn...What the hell is this logic?

Master Xiong was so angry that he was about to explode. His already fat body became even more round. He had already made up his mind that when he arrived at a place with few people, he would pick up a few stones on the roadside, which would definitely make this damn guy’s chrysanthemums suck and hurt the ground.

Old Wang Wu suddenly showed a cunning expression and took action suddenly!

His index finger and middle finger were brought together, forming a "sword finger" and slashed towards Fu Yang's left shoulder.

Swish!

A slight sound came out in the air, like a cloth pulling.

Wang Wu's sword finger was very fast, and he accurately hit Fu Yang's shoulder with the sound of the wind - of course, this was Fu Yang's intentional failure to hide. Otherwise, how could a mere mortal man touch him?

Bang!

"Oh, it hurts so much."

Wang Wu's scream sounded.

He retracted his hand and stared at it like a ghost. He saw that his two fingers were already red and slightly swollen.

Fu Yang smiled slightly: "Sorry, I'm more tough."

Wang Wu was about to cry: "Little brother, are you not hard? You are as hard as a diamond! You are from the uncle. You said that you are not a martial arts practitioner? You must have at least reached the level of a master. Alas, I blame myself for being happy when I see the hunting, and I want to test you. Now, the sword fighting conference has been injured before it even started. It's really a big trouble."

This guy had a sad face, his eyebrows drooped, and turned into the word "囧", which was very funny.

Fu Yang and Ah Huang thought Wang Wu was quite interesting and really had no intentions. They were just a chatterbox, liked to make friends and chat, and were a familiar personality. So they no longer rejected him and told each other their names.

"By the way, Lao Wang, what Wudang Sword Fighting Conference you mentioned sounds interesting. Explain and explain?" Fu Yang asked.

Ah Huang also looked at him with interest.

Seeing that their expressions were not fake, Wang Wu glared in surprise: "Damn? Brother Fu, are you two really here to participate in the sword fighting conference? Alas, what a pity, you still have hope of competing for the top three in your skills."

Then, after Wang Wuyi's conversation and explanation, Fu Yang and A Huang understood what the situation was like in this "Sword Fighting Conference"...

It turns out that this sword fighting conference is actually a martial arts competition held by the Wudang Sect!

It feels a bit inconsistent to hold a martial arts competition for ordinary people.

But considering the life experience of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang Sect, this is not surprising. Because Zhang Sanfeng himself "entered into the Tao with martial arts", he was originally a martial arts master with no talent for cultivation.

What's more, Zhang Sanfeng's former family was also a well-known martial arts family in Hunan and Hubei!

So after he became a powerful cultivator, he still had some connection with the surrounding martial arts circles. Some powerful martial artists probably also knew some things in the supernatural world and the existence of the Wudang Sect.

Perhaps because he empathized with the pain of not being able to practice, Zhang Sanfeng set rules that every ten years, a sword fighting meeting would be held in the Wudang Sect! As long as he was in Hubei and Hunan, martial arts masters and above who practice martial arts could come to participate.

The top three finalized ones can be granted the Wudang Sect the talent of cultivation with secret techniques, enter the Tao with martial arts, and embark on the road of cultivation. Complete the transformation from mortals to gods!

As he spoke, Wang Wu's eyes were shining like stars.

He seemed very yearning: "The top three in the sword fighting conference can be given the talent for cultivation by the old gods of the Wudang Sect. Alas, what can we do if we practice martial arts well? We cannot fly to the sky and hide in the earth, and cannot call the wind and rain, and it will be a waste of time."

Fu Yang, Ah Huang, and Mr. Xiong, were also shocked after hearing Wang Wu’s description!

Unexpectedly, does the Wudang Sect... actually have a secret method that can allow ordinary people who do not have the roots and bones to practice? This is incredible.

Fu Yang is very clear about how difficult this is!

You know, in order to enable Lin Wushuang to practice magic, he used the method of refining the "Spiritual Enlightenment Pill". The difficulty of refining this legendary elixir is extremely difficult.

Now, the Wudang Sect is actually capable of allowing three people who do not have the talent for cultivation to practice magic every ten years! How did this be done?

Fu Yang suddenly became interested.

He never expected that he would accompany Ah Huang to the Wudang Sect to find the friend Huang Lishan back then to see if he could ask for the secret treasure of the Huang family.

As a result, he encountered this magical sword fighting conference! Can ordinary people practice it too? Of course, Fu Yang wanted to figure out some of the clues.
Chapter completed!