Chapter 928

Sitting in the stands are the heads of the five sects, the heads of the four great families of martial arts, and the other one is Tian Miao.

It was very awkward for Tian Miao to sit on it, because except for her, everyone else was old. Most of them are old men with white beard and hair.

When someone questioned who the young and beautiful woman sitting on it was actually sitting with those Taishan Beidou of the martial arts, after others gave the answer, the person who questioned immediately shut up.

Black Lotus, with unfathomable martial arts, opened a black shop, and is friends with many heroes in the world.

Of course she could take that seat.

There are dark crowds under the stands. In this world, one can imagine how many people in the world can fight against the imperial court. But not everyone is eligible to compete on stage.

Those who can compete in the arena have certain prestige in the world, and their martial arts are not weak, and there are many people who recommend him. Only those who meet these conditions are eligible to compete for the position of leader.

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, holding hands to watch. The two of them are qualified to compete for the leader of the martial arts, but both of them are used to wandering around, and they are not interested in this at all. It is the sons of two other martial arts families who want to participate in this competition.

But it has been a long time since the first person came to the stage, so I am humble and wait and see.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the crowd.

"What's the matter?" Wudang head looked up to the outermost part of the square and asked with a frown.

"Mongols." The head of Kunlun frowned and said, "What are these Mongols doing here?"

"I always feel that the visitor is not kind." The head of the Kongtong faction frowned. Those Mongols walked steadily and took long breaths, they looked like masters. The relationship between the Central Plains and Mongolia has never been better.

The head of Shaolin looked at the group of people, didn't speak, but just moved the beads in his hand.

Xu Lang and the others turned to look at those Mongolians. These few people were obviously taller than many Central Plains people. They walked vigorously, and wherever they went, the crowd gave way, and they quickly walked in front of the crowd.

"Greetings, seniors." The young man in the lead bowed his hands to everyone in the stands, neither humble nor overbearing.

"Everyone came to our Wudang, what is the so-called?" Wudang head stood up and asked.

"We are here to participate in the martial arts conference. To compete for the position of the leader of the martial arts." The young man said such a shocking sentence with a calm face.

After the words fell, the crowd erupted.

"What? The Mongols want to come to our martial arts conference?"

"What are they trying to do?"

"It's never happened before."

"Impossible! Don't even think about it."

"Go back to your Mongolia."

"Wolf ambition! Go back!"

The crowd talked a lot, and they all looked at those Mongolians with the same hatred.

"I believe that martial arts knows no borders. It should be inclusive and learn from each other. The strong will have a broad mind, and the weak will be complacent." The young man was not affected by those unkind eyes and words at all, but had a calm face Said loudly.

For a while, the discussion became quieter.

Xu Lang muttered to Shen Hanshu in a low voice: "What this man said is really high-sounding. I'm afraid that the old antiques won't be able to erase the so-called martial arts spirit."