I said: Right, good idea.

  After finishing speaking, he pulled Xi Le and rushed in, immediately diving into the crowd. With great difficulty, they squeezed to the front. On the stage was a big man who didn't recognize, it turned out that he came from the East Ocean, not knowing how to say a word that could be understood. He didn't know how he heard about the martial arts competition here, and it's said that he first heard about the one in Chang'an, so he took a boat over. Because he heard that the winner of the martial arts competition would get silver from all over the world and hundreds of women. The people around couldn't help but whisper to each other, wondering if this brother had mistaken the Alliance Leader for the Emperor.

  However, he has an unattainable momentum for ordinary people. It is said that many people have been defeated on the stage, and the first one was Wu, the second master of Feiying Sect, known as the invincible leg of iron stone piercing, with a single eye.

  I was greatly surprised and asked: How could even one-eyed Wu be beaten?

  One-eyed Wu is a Jianghu figure I often hear about. When he was young, he lost one eye and only practiced leg techniques, becoming the fastest and hardest legs in Jianghu. Because of my rapid progress those few days, Master told me some names, saying these people have real skills, don't force a fight. One-eyed Wu was among them, this man hated Wudang and Shaolin, and with his father organized the Flying Swallow Sect, just over ten households, renowned in Snow Country. Unexpectedly, later on, a larger sect called Flying Eagle Sect emerged, hearing there was another sect with an identical name, immediately wanted to eliminate it, but after chatting with One-eyed Wu, they hit it off, and One-eyed Wu's Flying Swallow Sect merged into the Flying Eagle Sect, becoming the second-in-command.

  This matter illustrates that the people in Jianghu are very uncultured, and the names of gangs are often similar. Shaolin and Wudang are great because their names suggest that they were founded by people with some culture. At least the names of these gangs do not contain various animals such as eagles, tigers, cows, dragons, cranes, or leopards, which would indicate that they will not become a major force. Shaolin teaches basic knowledge similar to that taught in elementary schools while practicing martial arts and reciting scriptures. Even if one learns poorly, they can still basically read and write. In any case, this is still very useful because the earliest heroes who came here did not stay. If they could recognize the three characters "Snow Mountain" hanging above the inn, perhaps now they would not be wandering aimlessly in the empty Snow Mountain.

  I couldn't help but wonder about the martial arts skills of this Eastern Hercules, and asked: He's so big, can he really dodge all sorts of hidden weapons that are the most exquisite in our country?

  Others replied: Don't mention it, this time we can't use hidden weapons. Firstly, I'm afraid of hurting others, secondly, the martial arts competition won't be exciting. After all, this income is also an activity fee. Moreover, martial arts are the mainstay, and hidden weapons are just a branch. This time's competition should avoid being like last time, we must take the mainstay as the outline.

  I said: No wonder, didn't Wu Duxing use his invincible foot?

  Others sighed: Don't mention it, Wu Danyan practiced every day from dawn till dusk for this conference, and suddenly became not one-eyed two days ago.

  I and Xile sighed with joy: Finally both eyes can see things completely.

  He slapped his thigh and said regretfully: Alas, it was all in vain.

  I was shocked and asked: How can we go up and fight?

  That man said: Yes, this is not the first time that Dongyang Dalishi has gone up. Others didn't go up because they thought he was too big and even if they won, it would consume their physical strength and inner energy. So no one went up, waiting for others. Wu Duyu couldn't see this and went on stage. Before he even touched the man, he was thrown down by him.

  I couldn't help but laugh with joy.

  I asked: Is there anyone else going on stage?

  Others say: Too many, this is already eight consecutive wins.

  I said: Eight. Who are they?

  Others say: Don't mention those who are unknown, just casually compare a few times, those who come will come, and those who break will break. There is some fame in the Zhang Xianlong of the Slang Mountain Sect.

  I said: Isn't Zhang Xianlong known for having the fastest Dragon Eyebrow Sword in the world?

  Others say: Yes.

  I asked: How can we lose? This strongman moves slowly, and Zhang Xianlong goes up to cut the flesh.

  Others say: Yes.

  How can we lose?

  Others said: It's strange that Zhang Xianlong himself is to blame. He went on stage and said to the big fat guy from the East Ocean: I see you didn't bring any weapons, so I won't use my fastest sword in Jianghu either, let's just have a martial arts competition with the local kung fu. Then he was crushed to death.

  I and Xile were shocked: Ah, is he dead? Zhang Xianlong wasn't blind, how could he be crushed to death just like that?

  Others said: Yes, it's strange that he talks too much. After finishing speaking, he turned around and made a fist to the people below the stage, saying: I, Zhang Xianlong of the Ling Shan Sect. Before he finished speaking, he was pressed to death by a fat man with a sleeping Buddha seal.

  I asked: Why is this person so unchivalrous?

  Others say: It's all Zhang Xianlong's fault for talking too much. The other person didn't understand, and thought he was being provocative. As soon as he turned around, he was killed.

  I asked: Why didn't anyone brave come forward?

  That person said: The most powerful ones all want to go last, can't reveal themselves too early, or else others will find out about their techniques.

  It wasn't until then that I thought of what Shifu said about the benefits of having no moves.

  At this time, the foreman on the stage said: Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?

  A big "yes" from the audience.

  But no one came up for a long time.

  The fat Oriental man paced back and forth on stage, shouting nonstop.

  The gavel struck again: Is there anyone? If not, it's settled.

  Under the stage was another "yes yes yes", half a day without any movement.

  The loudspeaker walked up front and said loudly: This time, the commander of the rivers and lakes, the master of the martial arts world, is this one. Ah, what's his name? Ah, it's Dongyang Dalishi.

  The Oriental people raised their hands and waited for applause.

  At this time, I found that the atmosphere around was a bit off. In an instant, hundreds of various hidden weapons flew towards the Eastern fat man standing in the center of the arena. I took a look and saw among them were the red cherry flying darts commonly used by Wudang, the toothy round pieces commonly used by Shaolin, poisonous needles commonly used by small factions, all of which were highly toxic. There were also some new-style hidden weapons mixed in with different shapes, and finally, there were a few stones mixed in. In an instant, the new alliance leader fell to the ground with a loud thud.

  A murmur of discussion rose from below the stage.

  I found that those who had fired the hidden weapons all looked very proud of themselves, thinking that this unexpected turn of events from the East was a result of their own marksmanship, and they were all jubilant.

  The drumming was busy going forward, and after probing the breath of that fatty, it was announced: Due to unknown reasons, the new alliance leader suddenly died, and it was decided to restart the martial arts competition.

  The audience below erupted in applause, everyone was smiling and laughing, the only ones who were still gloomy and unrepentant were those who had thrown stones.

  Xile asked me: What's going on?

  I said: Just now, the martial arts world was united as never before. Several hundred hidden weapons were fired from all directions, and that person died.

  Xile said: Then, that person was hit by several hundred hidden weapons.

  I said: Not bad.

  As he spoke, a frail-looking young man jumped onto the stage and said: I've been interested in martial arts since I was a kid, I hope to exchange with all of you seniors.

  Take him down.

  Another person jumped onto the stage and loudly said: I am Wang Zhongren of Wudang, here to learn from you. As he spoke, he assumed a Taiji Fist stance.

  Wudang has had Tai Chi very early on, and later it gradually developed into a complete system. However, this thing called Tai Chi must be practiced well to be good; if not learned properly, it's simply a mess. Because Tai Chi emphasizes using softness to overcome hardness, but the so-called "soft" must be based on a foundation of "hard", otherwise every weak woman on the street would be practicing Tai Chi. Wang Zhongren is an elder in Wudang and one of the senior instructors for all students; his boxing skills are divine and he naturally doesn't fear this young whippersnapper.

  The young man suddenly used a strange move that only the Emei sect had, and Wang Zhongren was caught off guard, grabbed by one claw, and retreated three steps involuntarily.

  The crowd was shocked and accused the young man of talking nonsense. Obviously, he was a member of the Emei sect. The young man listened and quickly set up a Taiji stance. The crowd was greatly shocked and did not make a sound.

  The two men's skills were surprisingly close, and it was hard to distinguish between them. At this point, Wang Zhongren called out: You must have studied at Wudang.

  The young man said: No, I think I can do it.

  Wang Zhongren said: Nonsense, this is too extreme, and the heart technique cannot be learned.

  The young man said: I think all martial arts are about speed and rhythm, and technique is useless.

  A chorus of boos from below: Less nonsense, let's get on with the fight.