Luo Beihan came to the Shaolin Temple with the disciples of the Endless Bitter Land.
Then they also settled down.
As the two famous sects in Jianghu, the disciples of each other also took this opportunity to communicate with each other.
Complementing each other.
However, Li Wuyou had seen through the old foxes like Luo Beihan and Zhixiang Monk.
Therefore, he was not very interested in this aspect.
Except for the basic etiquette.
Other than that, he didn't do anything.
He had never been too enthusiastic about things that didn't benefit him.
This was his creed.
And Luo Beihan and Zhixiang Monk seemed to be able to see Li Wuyou's laziness, so they didn't disturb him.
On the contrary, the two of them.
And they secretly contacted each other many times.
No one knew what they were discussing.
After all, it was something unknown. Maybe it had something to do with the top prize in Jianghu, or maybe it had something to do with the fragment of the Kingdom of Heaven.
Another four or five days passed in such peace.
Then, the day of the top prize in Jianghu finally officially arrived.
On this day.
The quiet Shaolin Temple completely became very lively.
Those martial monks who were vegetarian and reciting Buddhism or practicing in the Dharma Hall all came out.
And those Jianghu people who stayed in Kaifeng Mansion.
They also came to Shaoshi Mountain early in the morning.
To prepare for the top prize in Jianghu this time.
The sky was blue and far away.
At a glance, there was no cloud at all.
The sun tore through the sky and shone on this thousand-year-old ancient temple.
Golden light flashed.
Countless Shaolin monks were busy in the arena that had been set up long ago.
It was in full swing.
One after another, Jianghu people began to enter.
Iron Thread Fist, Longevity Stick, North Knife, Shadowless Kick, and so on.
Whether it was Jiangnan, the Northern Region, or Guanlong and other places, these Jianghu people of small sects and small sects appeared one after another.
In less than four hours, Ye Zichen had arrived.
The entire arena was already full of people.
It was very lively.
Everyone's faces were brimming with excitement, anticipation, and passion.
Although they couldn't compete with Shaolin, the Hana School, or the Endless Hardship Sect, they could still compete with some small and medium-sized sects.
He could also win some prizes.
Of course, the most important thing was that they could also see the competition between the younger generation of the three major forces of the martial arts world, Shaolin, the Land of Endless Suffering, and the Hana School.
This was a rare opportunity.
"They're here."
When almost all the people of Jianghu had arrived, Shaolin, the Land of Endless Hardships, and the Hana School also appeared together.
Zhixiang Monk, Luo Beihan, and Li Wuyou walked side by side.
Behind them were the disciples who were participating in this competition.
As well as some people in the sect.
"Grandmaster Zhi Xiang!"
"Luo Tonggong."
"Master Lu."
When the people of Jianghu saw the three masters of Jianghu, they all showed respect and saluted them.
These three people were almost the leaders of Jianghu.
They had to show some respect.
After greeting them, the people of Jianghu took the initiative to disperse to the two sides.
A broad road was left in the middle.
Under the eyes of thousands of people.
Under the lead of their respective Sect Masters, the three top sects walked to the center of the high platform behind the arena.
Li Wuyou, Grandmaster Zhi Xiang, and Luo Beihan.
As the representatives of Jianghu, the three of them took their seats.
Then, the atmosphere in the martial arts field seemed to have been paused by someone, and it instantly became deathly silent.
Everyone cast their eyes on the three of them.
They were waiting for the official start of the Jianghu's top prize.
"Amitabha."
As the organizer of this Jianghu's top prize, Grandmaster Zhi Xiang stood up.
He put his palms together.
His eyes calmly swept across the audience, and his voice was melodious.
"Thank you, fellow martial artists of Jianghu, for coming here to participate in this year's Jianghu's top prize."
"As the organizer of this Jianghu's top prize, I am deeply gratified."
As Grandmaster Zhi Xiang's words fell, the people of Jianghu below the stage became lively again.
There were people constantly speaking.
"Grandmaster, you are too polite. This is a grand event of Great Zhou's Jianghu. How can we not come?"
"Yes, Shaolin has spent a lot of effort to organize this event. We should also thank the Shaolin Temple, shouldn't we?"
"Grandmaster, let's cut the pleasantries. We have been waiting for this day for a long time. Let's get started."
"Okay, okay."
Zhixiang Monk was already used to such scenes. He smiled and said.
"Since everyone is looking forward to it, then let's cut to the chase. This Jianghu's top prize officially begins."
"Let's invite the representatives of the various sects to come to the stage and show off your prizes."
"Let's broaden everyone's horizons."
Whoosh!
As Zhixiang Monk's words fell, the people of Jianghu became even more excited.
Then, the sects of Jianghu started to come to the arena one after another.
The ones who started to show off their prizes were definitely those small and medium-sized sects.
Because their prizes were definitely not as good as those of Shaolin, the Endless Bitter Land, the Hana School and the other sects.
If the three sects started first, then they would have no chance to show their faces at all.
Therefore, these small fries started first.
"My North Blade Sect's prize this time is a black iron black tiger saber."
The first person to come to the stage was an elder of the North Blade Sect.
In his hand was a black iron saber that was half the height of a person.
There were some strange patterns on the surface of the saber.
Under the sunlight, it flickered with a gloomy light. At a glance, it was filled with dense killing intent.
Obviously, it was not an ordinary item.
"I am the leader of the Iron Thread Fist."
"Chang Yufeng."
Then, a tall and thin middle-aged man with thick arms and a cold expression came to the stage.
In his arms was a square black stone platform that was about ten feet square.
"This is a treasure left by my Iron Thread Fist ancestor."
"Mountain River Seal."
"It is made of diamond crystal. It is extremely light when driven by internal force, but when smashed, it is powerful and heavy."
"It is a real treasure of the external force."
After these two sect leaders, many other people came to the stage one after another.
The things in their hands were more or less valuable.
However, in Li Wuyou's eyes, they were all useless things.
He only wanted the Silver Frost Tiger Silkworm.
Just as he expected, soon, it was the turn of the Heavenly Human Gong of the Land of Endless Hardships.
Under everyone's gaze.
Luo Beihan came to the center of the field in person.
With a proud expression, he took out a red silk cloth from his arms.
On the silk cloth, there were dense black words.
"Everyone, every year, the prizes of the Land of Endless Hardships have never disappointed you. This year is no exception."
"Let me read out our prizes."
Luo Beihan's voice was as loud as a bell.
"Five-hundred-year-old Longevity Grass, six."
"Golden Fleece Flower, three."
"Silver Frost Tiger Silkworm, thirteen."
"White Jade …"
When Li Wuyou heard the number of Silver Frost Tiger Silkworm, his calm eyes flickered slightly.
An unconcealable smile appeared on his face.
Thirteen silkworms.
There were a few more silkworms than he had expected.
Then, it was enough.
As long as the top prize of the Jianghu was over, he could focus on completing the final cultivation of the Bronze Body Realm.
"Things are going well."
Li Wuyou thought to himself.
"Next, I just need to wait for the top prize of the Jianghu to end …"
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