Wang Zhijin was stunned after hearing this, but he knew that the three Huashan sword competitions were all done in a hasty manner, and there was no competition at all in the last one.

He was shocked that the Quanzhen Sect had caused such an uproar.

But considering the Quanzhen Seventh Son's feelings for Quanzhen, it's understandable that they don't want the Quanzhen Sect to fall from his hands.

"Uncle, Yaojia and I will set off the day after tomorrow. We will definitely not miss the time." Wang Zhijin said,

Ma Yu said: "Well, that's good. Let's go and host it one day in advance. The first Huashan Sword Discussion was initiated by our Quanzhen Sect. We should also initiate this second one."

I sent someone in advance, and Zhao Zhijing came down the mountain with ten disciples. Our Quanzhen religion is quite powerful here. There are more than thirty Xianghuo Taoists and dozens of large households. They usually rely on my Quanzhen sect.

We prepared some light tea and light meals in Huashan in advance, and also set up a lot of tents.

It is estimated that it will be held for three days. It doesn't matter if your strength passes later, but it can't be too late."

"Yes, disciple understands."

The Quanzhen Seven Sons left with more than 20 disciples. Judging from the posture, the Quanzhen Seven Sons attached great importance to it. This may be the largest martial arts event in the entire Condor Era.

The martial arts conference held by Guo Jing during the time of the Divine Eagle did not have so many masters.

Another day passed, Wang Zhijin and Cheng Yaojia decided to set off.

They called over the white eagles, one each, and rushed towards Huashan. In the sky, there were no obstacles from the mountains, and with the speed of the white eagles, they could travel more than a thousand miles a day. They arrived very early, and they were probably faster than the Quanzhen Seven Sons.

earlier,

However, Wang Zhijin did not go to Huashan and held the Huashan sword debate only the day after tomorrow.

He and Cheng Yaojia came to Huayin County near Huashan Mountain and found an inn to stay.

It was a coincidence for them that there was only one guest room left. The sword debate at Mount Huashan was such a sensation that people in the martial arts community counted the time and rushed to Mount Huashan. Some of them arrived five or six days in advance.

At the Baolai Inn.

Wang Zhijin and Cheng Yaojia were sitting in the inn, surrounded by people from the martial arts world, talking to each other in various accents.

"Humph, I'm damn late. I looked at five or six inns, but there are no rooms."

"Yes, yes. I heard that the Quanzhen Sect has known about this situation for a long time and has set up tents at the foot of Huashan Mountain. Those who go to Huashan Mountain can stay there."

"Huh, I'm not going. Quan Zhen is a Taoist priest. What's the point of going there for someone with a simple meal? I'm going to spend the night in a brothel."

"Ah, this is not good. The competition is about to begin, and it is not good to have your body hollowed out."

"If you don't go, brother, I will go with you!"

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It was hard work to come here all the way. There is no inn where you can go to a brothel. Those martial arts people in the inn are not short of money. Why is a brothel so much better than an inn?

Cheng Yaojia listened to the conversation of those people and stared at Wang Zhijin: "Ms. sir, do you want to go too?"

Grain worm

Wang Zhijin was stunned and said: "Jia'er, do you think I can do that?"

Cheng Yaojia thought for a while: "I don't know, my father also goes there often. I had a fight with my mother before, but it's fine now. I heard that it's not very good and needs to be taken care of."

But sir, if you feel that Jia'er is tired of you, I can find you a concubine. I have asked my personal maids, and they are happy to sleep with you."

Although Cheng Yaojia was not in a good mood, she had already made preparations for her father's five concubines and several maids.

If these words had spoken to Wang Zhijin in his previous life, he would probably have been excited to death. Unfortunately, although he feels a little excited now, he has been practicing Taoism for more than ten years. Unless he goes crazy, he will not be overjoyed or sad, and his mood is very stable.

"Jia'er, don't be like this. I won't be like my father-in-law. I will only be good to Jia'er from now on. I won't look at anyone else twice."

Cheng Yaojia was very touched by Wang Zhijin's words, but thinking of the children of the same aristocratic family as Baoying, she thought that she would make good arrangements after she became pregnant.

The waiter quickly brought the food and wine to the table. While the two were eating, Zhao Zhifang, a member of the Quanzhen Sect, arrived.

His name is a bit feminine. In ancient times, few women had the name "Fang". There was also a Li Yuanfang in the Tang Dynasty.

He entered the inn and saw that Wang Zhijin's face was overjoyed, but he said loudly: "Dear heroes of the martial arts world, during this Huashan sword debate, my Quanzhen sect didn't know that so many heroes came. We didn't entertain them well, so we rented a hotel in the west of the city.

There are several courtyards, where can I stay first..."

Not everyone in the inn's world wants to go to a brothel. If Zhao Zhifang didn't come, he would probably go out of the city and go to the tent on the Huashan side to deal with it.

Now that I have a place to live in the city, I no longer want to go to Huashan, which is dozens of miles away.

"Master Quanzhen, where should we go to the west of the city?"

Zhao Zhifang said: "Hero, there are disciples of the Beggar Gang at every intersection in the west of the city. Just go and ask."

"Thank you, Taoist Master, for showing me the way."

Zhao Zhifang gave a notice to the innkeeper, directing people to go there if they came to a place where they didn't live.

The innkeeper doesn't dare to be careless at all. The Quanzhen Sect's famous name here is well known to everyone on the road. With the Quanzhen Sect, no one in the world dares to cause trouble casually.

After doing all this, Zhao Zhifang sat down next to Wang Zhijin without any courtesy: "Haha, senior brother, we are all exhausted. How about you accompany junior sister?"

Because Wang Zhijin has a good temper, although he usually takes him to morning classes and is a bit strict, he usually has no airs at all. Unlike Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping, one likes to act like a senior brother, while the other is very cold.

Wang Zhijin is approachable and humorous, and has a high reputation in the Quanzhen Sect.

Although there is one character difference between Zhao Zhifang's name and Zhao Zhijing, in fact, it is not even remotely related that the surname is Zhao.

He is one year younger than Wang Zhijin and is currently seventeen years old. He is a disciple of Qiu Chuji. The Seven Quanzhen Sect has Qiu Chuji as their teacher and has accepted dozens of disciples. You must know that if he accepts one, he will have a third-generation disciple.

He wanted to continue to accept disciples but was stopped by Ma Yu. After all, Zhao Zhijing had already begun to accept disciples. There were already many fourth-generation disciples like Lu Qingdu. If he accepted a third-generation disciple, it wouldn't be a mess.

Wang Zhijin looked at Zhao Zhifang: "Junior brother, I have to recharge my batteries. In the Huashan Swordsmanship, I want to win the first place in the world for Quanzhen."

Zhao Zhifang admired Wang Zhijin very much: "Yes, with senior brother here, it is not easy to be the best in the world. I heard from the master that you defeated the Western Poison Ouyang Feng."

His voice was loud, and the surrounding martial arts people had already fixed their eyes on Wang Zhijin. Although Wang Zhijin was known as the Divine Sword in the Clouds, he was relatively famous in Jiangnan.
Chapter completed!