The next day.
On the day of the Martial Arts Conference.
Beautiful snowflakes floated down from the sky, but they were not heavy.
It was located on a mountain peak on the east side of the resort. It was not known if it belonged to the resort or if it was some other scenic area, but the scenery was quite beautiful. There were flowers, birds, fish, and insects … there was nothing. There was only one path up and down the mountain, and once you went up, you would reach the top of the mountain. There was an open platform, and the organizers had already set up a stage. There were banners, a ring, and also plum blossom stakes, as well as some sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks. Upon closer inspection, they were not sharpened.
There was a constant broadcast from the summit.
"Welcome to this year's Martial Arts Conference organized by the National Martial Arts Association. This conference is sponsored by the Tianshan Mountain Resort, Nu'er Hong Wine Company, and Dali Brand Safflower Oil."
Other than the large area around the stage, the venue was also divided into many other areas.
The Huashan Sect.
The Kunlun Sect.
The Shaolin Monastery.
The Wudang Sect.
The large sects had many disciples. They might come with 10 to 20 people, so they had their own seats and areas. As for the smaller sects, some of them only had one or two people, while some of the non-affiliates came alone. There was no way to divide them into areas, so the non-affiliates and small sects were mostly gathered in one area.
Many people started chatting the moment they went up the mountain.
"Hey, Old Wang!"
"Yo, Old Chen!"
"Why are you limping?"
"My leg hasn't healed yet. How's your nose?"
"It's still fine. It's bandaged."
"Why are you here so late? Didn't we agree to come over at 8 AM? "
"Hai, don't mention it. Yesterday, our inn was provoked by the large sects. They even smashed our inn's signboard. Our group of non-affiliates and small sects fought with them until 2 AM! I didn't get much sleep last night. I just woke up. A lot of people are still sleeping! "
"Haha, I heard it too!"
"You know about it too?"
"Of course. Who wouldn't hear 200 people shouting at each other in the middle of the night? The non-affiliates from my side wanted to come over and help as well. They were ready to go, but seeing that you guys didn't fight in the end, we didn't come over! Those people from the large sects are too shameless! "
"Shameless to the extreme!"
"Absolutely shameless!"
"Come, let's sit over there."
"That's right, I won't sit with those from the big sects!"
The rogue cultivators started scolding the moment they arrived. Some of the seats that were close to the people from the large sects snorted and moved their chairs a hundred meters to the side, maintaining a distance from them!
When the people from the large sects saw this, they all glared at them and moved their chairs in the opposite direction, keeping a distance from the loose cultivators and the people from the small sects.
One side was on the left.
One side was on the right.
The two sides were clearly separated!
At this moment, Zhang Ye, who was wearing sunglasses, led Chenchen up the mountain. The moment they arrived, quite a number of non-affiliates and disciples from small sects greeted them warmly, as though they were very familiar with each other!
"Chen Zhen!"
"Brother Chen!"
"Good morning, Bro Chen Zhen."
"Are your wounds healed? How did you sleep? "
Zhang Ye also smiled and greeted everyone.
Some of the non-affiliates had just arrived at the venue today and were not too sure about what had happened yesterday. When they looked at Zhang Ye, they had a look of suspicion on their faces.
A junior sister from a small sect with gauze wrapped around her head saw an old acquaintance. She pulled him over and introduced him, "Senior Brother Sun, let me introduce you. This is Brother Chen Zhen, Chen Zhen. Yesterday, when everyone was bullied, it was all thanks to Brother Chen's righteous actions. He led everyone to fight the large sects to the end. At night, it was also Brother Chen who was the first to charge forward. He led everyone to scold the large sects the entire night.
When Senior Brother Sun heard this, he cupped his fists respectfully, "Brother Chen Zhen, nice to meet you! I couldn't make it in time yesterday, and I wasn't able to help. I'm really ashamed. "
Zhang Ye gave a fist and palm salute and said with a smile, "You're too polite. I saw injustice on the road, so I drew my sword to help!"
A non-affiliate with a bandaged arm said, "Bro Chen Zhen, let me introduce you to an expert too!"
A disciple from a small sect whose eyes were bandaged said, "Bro Chen Zhen, this is Senior Liu from Dahu Medical Hall. He would like to get to know you!"
"Bro Chen Zhen …"
"Brother Chen …"
"Brother Chen …"
"Sunglasses bro …"
"Senior Chen …"
Quite a few people came over to look for him. Some of them even addressed him as senior.
Chenchen looked around and felt a little speechless.
Although this was Zhang Ye's first time participating in the Martial Arts Conference, or perhaps it could be said that this fellow had relied on his acting skills to get in, he had already fully integrated himself into this circle in just one short night. He had even become a celebrity in this circle and had a very high reputation. Therefore, the facts had once again proven one point. If you were gold, you would shine wherever you were. If you were a stick, you would stir up trouble wherever you were!
At this moment, the Huashan Sect arrived.
Grandmaster Chen Xi led the group. All of the disciples were dressed in custom-made attire, and their formation was neat and uniform. It was very imposing, except for the fact that some of them were limping, some of them were bandaged, and there was even someone who had picked up a wooden stick from somewhere in the mountains and used it as a crutch to walk.
Following that, more than a dozen Taoist priests from the Kunlun Sect also arrived. There were a total of 17 of them, and 15 of them had bruises all over their faces. One of them even had his head wrapped in gauze.
Then it was the eminent monks of the Shaolin Temple who "strolled" into the arena. One of the eminent monks had his beard pulled off, another had his eyes beaten black and blue, and there was even an eminent monk who kept his mouth shut. When he occasionally revealed his teeth, his two front teeth were already missing. It was a rather tragic sight.
The various sects gradually entered the arena.
The upper echelons of the National Martial Arts Association looked at the crowd and were momentarily speechless.
Suddenly, another person walked up from the foot of the mountain.
It was Grandmaster Sun of the Iron Palm Sect. He was a very senior in the Iron Palm Sect!
"Ah, Master Sun!"
"Martial Uncle!"
"Martial Uncle!"
"You're here?"
"Didn't you get blackmailed by someone?"
Many of the Iron Palm Sect's disciples were pleasantly surprised as they rushed up to him.
Yes, this Master Sun was the martial arts expert who had been blackmailed and ended up in Shaanxi. It was all thanks to a fellow martial arts practitioner rushing over to help him that he was able to be brought here today!
However, the Iron Palm Sect's Master Sun did not answer their questions. When he arrived at the top of the mountain, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. He looked at the bruised and swollen disciples from his own sect, then at the Shaolin Temple's master who had his beard cut off and his front teeth missing, and then at the other sects' experts' who were limping or had their gills cut open. The entire venue was a tragic sight, and almost everyone was covered in gauze. Master Sun was so stunned that he could not react!
Holy shit!
What the hell is going on?
Why were all of them acting like this?
Is today the Martial Arts Conference … or is it a fucking summit for the disabled!?
For a moment, Master Sun wondered if he had come to the wrong place.
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