The rich and powerful family of the city against the young

"I don't know when we will leave?"

Chen Xuan asked.

"Mr. Chen, if you have nothing else to do, we'd better start now. We have prepared the car outside, and there are only a few days left before the martial arts conference begins."

"By the way, what's your name? Why did your master come to invite me?"

Chen Xuan nodded.

Close the door and go downstairs with them directly.

"My name is Zhou Peng. This is my junior sister Zhou Yue'er. Both of us were orphans since we were young. We were brought up by Master, so we share the same surname with Master."

"Our master's name is Zhou Jin, who is known as the Sword God of the Northland. His old man only heard about Mr. Chen's deeds from others. He felt that Mr. Chen was born in the Northland. How could he not participate in the martial arts conference?" Woolen cloth?"

"And my master also said that he hopes to recommend you, Mr. Chen, as the leader of the martial arts alliance in the Northland."

"Martial arts leader?"

Chen Xuan was a little happy.

"How does it feel like a martial arts movie?"

Immediately shook his head and said, "I'm not interested in any martial arts leader."

"I don't think you have confidence, do you? It's a good thing that you have some self-knowledge."

Zhou Yue'er next to her couldn't help snorting coldly.

She didn't like Chen Xuan very much.

A young man who was trying to gain fame, even let her get shut out last time, really is abominable no matter how you look at it.

Chen Xuan didn't pay attention to her, and her senior brother Zhou Peng quietly tugged at her sleeve, for fear of offending Chen Xuan again, he didn't want to go, and he couldn't explain it when he went back.

Zhou Yu'er also understood what her senior brother meant, so she immediately kept her mouth shut.

Several people got into the car and headed all the way to the north. After Zhou Peng told them, Chen Xuan learned that among the martial arts practitioners, there are two types of martial arts, namely the Southern School and the Northern School. leg.

The so-called Nanquan refers to the fighting style that wins with skill at close range, not just using fists without legs.

The north leg refers to the tough style of open and close that came out of the Songshan Shaolin Temple.

Every year, the southern martial arts and the northern martial arts will hold a martial arts conference, and then a martial arts leader will be elected.

Because the southern faction and the northern faction have accumulated a lot of enmity over countless generations, if there is any conflict between the disciples of the two sides, the martial arts leader will come forward to resolve it and negotiate.

Moreover, the current martial arts leader not only manages the affairs of the martial arts sect, but is also responsible for many industries formed by martial arts, which also involves huge interests.

"This Zhou Jin has sent two of his disciples to invite him to participate in the martial arts conference again and again. Does this also involve some interests?"

Chen Xuan thought silently in his heart.

You can't afford to be early without profit, you can't expect any chivalrous spirit from modern people, maybe this is something that is lacking in this era.

That woman, Zhou Yu'er, didn't like Chen Xuan anyway, but she didn't bother Chen Xuan any more along the way.

His senior brother was more respectful and talkative to Chen Xuan, and he also asked Chen Xuan what level of martial arts he had reached now.

Chen Xuan just smiled and didn't speak, but he thought it was a sign of guilty conscience.

After walking for about seven or eight hours, I finally came to the province where the martial arts conference was held.

As soon as I entered the city, I felt that the temperature dropped a lot compared to Qingzhou.

Open the window, and the chilly wind blows in.

When the woman saw Chen Xuan open the window, she couldn't help showing a bit of anger on her face.

But it was because her martial arts realm was too low to reach the realm of invulnerability to cold and heat.

For Chen Xuan, this cold wind can be ignored, but for her, it cannot be done.

The two took Chen Xuan to live in a villa, and told Chen Xuan that this was specially prepared for him, and the martial arts competition would be held in three days.

And not long after Chen Xuan entered the house, an old man accompanied by several disciples came to visit.

It was Zhou Jin, the master of Zhou Peng and Zhou Yue'er.

Zhou Jin looked less than 50 years old, with two strands of white hair on both sides, very symmetrical, walking like a dragon and a tiger, and there was a glimmer of light between the eyes opening and closing.

Especially the raised temples showed that his cultivation was definitely not low.

After seeing Chen Xuan, the other party also had a bit of surprise on his face, but quickly covered up the surprise on his face, cupped his hands and said: "Next Zhou Jin, I have met Mr. Chen, and I have admired Mr. Chen's name for a long time."

Hearing Zhou Jin's words, all the disciples behind him showed doubts. They couldn't figure out how their master could show such respect to such an ordinary boy.

"Mr. Zhou is polite."

Chen Xuan smiled slightly: "I don't know why Mr. Zhou thought of inviting me to participate in the martial arts conference in Beidi?"

"I have a friend who happened to be in Qingzhou, and he told me about your name, Mr. Chen. I admire Mr. Chen very much. In my opinion, how can such a grand event as the martial arts conference lack a peerless master like Mr. Chen?" Woolen cloth?"

Zhou Jin just finished speaking.

Behind him, a young man stood up, cupped his hands to Chen Xuan and said, "I have studied under Master for many years, but I haven't had the chance to see the strength of a first-class master, so I would like to ask Mr. Chen to enlighten me."

And when the disciple stood up just now, Zhou Jin's expression changed slightly, and she wanted to stop it, but she didn't expect that her disciple had already spoken, so she couldn't help showing a bit of a wry smile.

"Mr. Chen, my disciple is usually spoiled by me, ignorant and fearless. I hope Mr. Chen will not be offended."

As he spoke, he glared at his disciple and said, "What kind of status is Mr. Chen? When is it your turn to compete, why don't you hurry up and apologize to Mr. Chen?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing Zhou Jin's words, the disciple held his head high: "Master, isn't it normal for martial artists to compete? If Mr. Chen is really strong, then you might as well give me some advice. If Mr. Chen is not even as strong as me , then in my opinion, it is not worthy of such a grand treatment from Master."

Hearing the apprentice's words, Zhou Jin's face has completely changed.

And the corner of Chen Xuan's mouth showed a bit of playfulness.

"You just think that my strength is not very good. I am a little tired today, so I will rest first."

With that said, Chen Xuan turned around and walked into the house.

But the expression on the face of the disciple who stood up to challenge Chen Xuan froze.

Generally speaking, when others challenge him, an ordinary martial artist should fight no matter what, and he can't lose his reputation.

Because if you don't fight, you will be regarded as afraid.

"Chen Xuan actually rejected his request, is he scared?"

Zhou Yue'er snorted even more coldly: "I just said that he's a fame-seeker."

"No nonsense!"

Zhou Jin gave his apprentice a hard look, then cupped his hands to Chen Xuan and said, "Since Mr. Chen is tired, we won't beat Mr. Chen to rest."

With that said, he led the disciples out of the villa.

"Master..."

Zhou Yueer wanted to say something, but Zhou Jin waved her hand to stop him.

"Could it be that what I heard is wrong, this Mr. Chen is not a real master?"

Even Zhou Jin began to have doubts in her heart.

Looking at Zhou Jin and the others leaving, Chen Xuan could not help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly, and said to himself, "I want to see what tricks you guys are playing."