Sitting in the stands are the heads of the five major sects, as well as the patriarchs of the four major families of martial arts, and the other is Tianmiao.
Tian Miao sat on it very abruptly, because except for her, everyone else was old. Basically, they are old men with white hair and beard.
When someone questioned who the young and beautiful woman sitting on the top was actually sitting with the Taishan Beidou of the martial arts, and the other person gave the answer, the questioning person immediately shut up.
Black Lotus, martial arts is unfathomable, opened a black shop, and are friends with many heroes in the arena.
Of course she could take that seat.
Below the stand is a crowd of black and white people. In this world, if the rivers and lakes can fight against the imperial court, one can imagine how many people in the world. But not everyone is eligible to compete on the stage.
Those who can compete in the ring have a certain reputation in the arena, and their martial arts are not weak, and there are many people who recommend him. Only when these conditions are met, are they eligible to compete for the position of the leader of the alliance.
After the head of Wudang stood up and announced the start of this martial arts conference, the crowd below burst into cheers. They have been looking forward to today for a long time.
Xu Lang and Shen Hanshu also stood in front of the crowd, watching the excitement with their hands. The two of them are qualified to compete for the martial arts leader, but both of them are used to it, and they are not interested in this at all. On the contrary, the sons of the other two martial arts families are going to participate in this competition.
But the first person has not come to power for a long time, so I am humble and wait and see.
At this moment, there was a commotion outside the crowd.
"What's the matter?" The head of Wudang looked up at the outermost part of the square and asked with a frown.
"Mongols." The head of Kunlun frowned and said, "What are these Mongols doing?"
"I always feel that the visitor is not good." The head of the Kongtong faction frowned. The few Mongolians walked steadily and breathed long, and at first glance they were masters. The relationship between the Central Plains and Mongolia has never been better.
The head of Shaolin looked at the group of people, did not speak, just moved the beads in his hand.
Xu Lang and the others turned to look at the Mongols. These people were obviously taller than many people from the Central Plains. They walked in a hurry. Wherever they went, the crowd gave way, and they quickly walked in front of the crowd.
"Meet the seniors." The young man in the lead bowed his hands to everyone in the stands without being arrogant or arrogant.
"Everyone come to our Wudang, what is the so-called?" The head of Wudang stood up and asked.
"We are here to participate in the martial arts conference. We will compete for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance." The young man said such a shocking remark with a calm expression on his face.
When the words fell, the crowd boiled.
"What? The Mongols want to come to our martial arts conference?"
"What do they want to do?"
"It's never happened before."
"Impossible! Don't even think about it."
"Go back to your Mongolia."
"Wolf ambition! Go back!"
There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and they all looked at the Mongols with the same hatred.
"I believe that martial arts know no borders. It should be inclusive of all rivers, and learn from each other's strengths. The strong will have a broad mind, and the weak will remain complacent." The young man was not affected by those unkind eyes and words, but his face was calm. said aloud.
For a time, the voice of discussion became quieter.
Xu Lang whispered to Shen Hanshu: "What this person said is really high-sounding. I'm afraid the old antiques can't dispel the so-called martial arts spirit."
(End of this chapter)