It was almost time for the Pugilistic World's top prize to officially begin.
Lu Zhongyun and the others had already started to make some preparations before Li Wuyou went into seclusion.
Therefore, everything was ready very quickly.
Three days later.
Early morning.
The blue sky was cloudless for thousands of miles.
The bright sunlight poured down from the blue sky, bringing warmth to the entire Hana School.
It also brought an indescribable excitement.
Because their Headmaster was going to bring the young talents of the Hana School to participate in the Pugilistic World's top prize.
At this moment.
Almost all the disciples of the Hana School, including the inner and outer disciples, had already arrived at the square in front of the Vast Cloud Hall.
Thousands of people in a mighty array.
They surrounded each other, densely packed like a vast ocean.
They lined up neatly.
Not a single sound was made.
And their gazes were cast in the direction of the main entrance of the Vast Cloud Hall.
There stood a few Elders in brand-new clothes with proud faces, as well as Lu Qianchuan and the others who were about to participate in the Pugilistic World's top prize.
They were also facing the main entrance of the Vast Cloud Hall.
Their eyes were filled with fanaticism.
And anticipation.
All of them were waiting for one person.
That was Li Wuyou.
Waiting for the Headmaster to appear and bring them to win glory for the Hana School.
Creak!
Under the gazes of tens of thousands of people, the tightly shut door slowly opened.
A thin, handsome figure with fluttering black hair and wearing a flowery robe slowly walked out.
The sunlight seemed to be summoned.
It was gently transferred.
It sprinkled all over his body.
It made his face even more sparkling and translucent like jade, mysterious and like an immortal.
"Greetings to the Headmaster."
After a short silence, the nine Elders led the four disciples and knelt at the feet of Li Wuyou.
Their voices were loud.
"Greetings to the Headmaster."
Immediately after, countless disciples appeared like a vast ocean.
Their shouts were filled with enthusiasm and worship.
The sound waves surged into the clouds.
The birds that were passing by were all frightened and flew far away.
"Everyone, get up."
Li Wuyou smiled and retracted his gaze from the countless disciples to Lu Qianchuan and the other three.
He paused and asked in a deep voice.
"Are you all ready?"
"Don't worry, Sect Leader. The four of us will definitely live up to your expectations and win the first prize!"
With Lu Qianchuan as the leader, the four of them spoke out.
"From now on, our Hana School will reign supreme in Jianghu!"
"Haha, good ambition."
Li Wuyou was very pleased with their words and their imposing manner.
The harder these four worked, the higher his chances of obtaining the remaining Silver Frost Tiger Patterned Silkworms.
Now, from the looks of it, it was one hundred percent.
He nodded slightly and smiled again.
"Since you have such ambitions, let's set off."
"Let the world of Jianghu see how outstanding our Hana School is!"
Huala!
As Li Wuyou's voice fell, the countless disciples took the initiative to make way for him.
Like a surging river, they parted to the sides.
Li Wuyou, on the other hand, strode forward.
Behind him, Lu Qianchuan and the other three, as well as Third Elder Lu Zhongyun and the others, followed proudly.
Huala!
Huala!
Li Wuyou led the group past the martial arts field. Every time they passed by, the disciples on both sides of the field would kneel on the ground.
Then, a tsunami of shouts would surge into the sky.
"Farewell, Sect Leader."
"May our Jianghu reign supreme."
"Hyah!"
Before long, Li Wuyou had already led two elders, four core disciples, and some inner disciples who were responsible for taking care of them along the way onto a fast horse.
They rode toward the north.
The setting sun.
It gradually dyed the horizon red.
Their figures were also tinged with a tinge of dark red amidst their carefree and unrestrained manner.
…
At the same time when Li Wuyou led the group to leave.
The Jianghu was already in an uproar because of the news that the top prize of the Jianghu was about to arrive.
Countless Jianghu sects brought their young disciples and headed for the Henan Path.
They also wanted to participate in the top prize of the Jianghu.
Of course, they didn't participate in the Shaolin, Hana School, or the Endless Hardships.
They were just side dishes in the top prize of the Jianghu.
The Jianghu sects of the same level as them would have a little competition.
They would also bet on some prizes.
The true highlight of the show would always be the top sects.
The reason why these Jianghu people went there was actually to see which sect could truly reign supreme in the Jianghu.
For a time.
The whole Henan Circuit was bustling with noise and excitement because of this.
Kaifeng Mansion, which was not far from Shaoshi Mountain, was even more crowded because of this matter.
Almost all the inns near the Bianyang River were full.
In the inns, on the streets, and even in the restaurants and teahouses, everyone, whether Jianghu people, ordinary people, or even storytellers, were discussing the upcoming top prize of the Jianghu.
That kind of situation.
It was simply very lively.
"The top prize of the Jianghu hasn't started yet, but it's already so lively."
At this time.
The night had just begun.
As the most prosperous area of Kaifeng Mansion, both sides of the Bianyang River were already brightly lit.
Countless flower boats swayed in the middle of the river.
The ladies all had graceful figures.
The sound of zither and stringed instruments was like the sound of nature.
The noise of the guests was even more turbulent.
The Jianghu people came from afar and wanted to have fun after all.
Therefore, this scene would continue until the top prize of the Jianghu ended.
In the middle of the Bianyang River, there was a reed area. The terrain here was dangerous, and it was very easy for boats to be stranded.
Therefore, very few people came here.
At this moment, there were two people standing here.
A monk.
He was wearing a gray cassock, with nine blood-red moles on his bald head.
He was wearing ragged boots on his feet.
He looked a little bleak.
But his face was extraordinarily calm.
Next to the monk was an unusually burly old man.
He was two heads taller than the monk.
On such a cold night, he only wore a short-sleeved shirt and shorts.
The muscles on his body were exposed, like copper skin and iron bones. At a glance, it made people feel oppressed.
As for his eyes, they were overflowing with light.
Like the stars in the night.
These two people were the leading figures in the Jianghu world.
Abbot Shaolin, Wise Minister.
Luo Beihan, the Lord of the Bronze Gong in the Land of Endless Bitterness.
The two had known each other since they were young, and now they had lived for hundreds of years. Although they belonged to the two major sects of Shaolin and the Land of Endless Bitterness, they were not unfamiliar with each other.
On the contrary, they were friends for a long time.
The one who just spoke was Luo Beihan.
At this moment, he was looking at the thousands of lights and pondering.
"Greed, anger, stupidity, and evil desires are the source of all living beings' suffering."
Zhixiang Monk put his palms together, chanted Amitabha, and then smiled bitterly.
"But who can really get out of it?"
"Even if it's us Buddhists, we still have to flock here for the sake of obtaining the first prize."
"You can see it clearly."
Luo Beihan smiled, twisted his neck, and the muscles and bones made a crisp sound.
"Let's not talk about this nonsense."
"Shaolin, are you sure you can win the top prize of the Jianghu this year?"
"I heard that there is a monster in the Hana School."
"This year is different …"
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