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Early in the morning, the martial arts arena in Linyue Town was surrounded by a huge crowd. The whole town was filled with masters from various martial arts schools and their disciples who came to cheer them on.

At this time, several old men came up to the huge martial arts arena. Shen Yutang saw Yu Fan watching seriously by the window, so he introduced him:

"That's the ninth elder of the Beggars' Sect, Yu Xin, the Shaolin Temple's senior monk, Ji Wu, and the Kongshan Sect's head, Mo Qiuyue."

"They were all masters of the previous generation, but now they are all eliminated."

Yu Fan glanced at Shen Yutang. This leader was so careless with his words that it was easy for him to offend people.

After thinking for a while, he asked the question in his mind: "I want to ask, benefactor, are you..."

Seeing Yu Fan hesitant to speak, Shen Yutang rolled his eyes. However, even with such an indecent action, it was still pleasing to see this beautiful leader do it.

"Don't you just want to ask if I was the one who killed the former martial arts leader, Mr. Yan? You're struggling."

Yu Fan was not angry at being ridiculed: "Amitabha, I am just a little curious."

It is said in the martial arts world that the leader of the Demon Cult, Shi Tian, ​​had a feud with Mr. Yan, and Shen Yutang, the disciple, killed Mr. Yan in order to repay his master's kindness.

"No, that old man is almost half buried in the ground. I have nothing better to do. Why would I kill him?"

Yu Fan nodded and continued looking out the window.

Seeing his indifferent reaction, Shen Yutang looked at him strangely: "Hey, why don't you continue asking?"

"If the donor says it's not you, I will believe it." After saying that, he continued to look.

Shen Yutang was slightly surprised. He looked at Yu Fan with complicated eyes for a while and then looked out the window.

At this time, Shaolin Temple's Ji Wushang stepped forward and made a downward gesture with both hands, signaling everyone to be quiet. Seeing that the crowd was no longer noisy, he raised his Buddha's hand and said:

"Amitabha, three years after the death of the previous leader of the Wulin Alliance, Mr. Yan Da, our Wulin Alliance is finally going to select a young leader. I hope that the Wulin colleagues participating in today's competition can fully display what they have learned. All contestants can participate regardless of their sect or gender."

"Tsk, just pretending. If that old man Xuan Cheng was still alive, it wouldn't be his turn."

Shen Yutang sat by the window, picked up a cup of tea on the table, took a sip, and then frowned in disgust.

"Yu Cheng?"

Seeing that Yu Fan ignored her and didn't like her tea, Shen Yutang felt a little unhappy and said unhappily:

"Yeah, you haven't even heard of the abbot of Huangjue Temple?"

Glancing at the excitement outside, Shen Yutang curled his lips:

"It is a temple at the foot of the imperial city with a lot of incense and prosperity. It is full of masters and has a very high status in the martial arts world. However, even if Yu Cheng were still alive, he probably wouldn't come to participate. The old man is not a person who seeks fame and reputation. He is worthy of being called a great monk, so what does this Ji Wu mean to him?"

It was rare to receive a compliment from Master Shen. Yu Fan had never expected that his deceased master had such a high reputation.

He smiled with pride.

At this time, Yu Xin's words came from outside: "Time is one stick of incense, stop when it's time, start"

Amidst a burst of noise, the martial arts conference officially began.

The first match was between a female disciple from the Qingyue Sword Sect and a disciple from the Nanshan Sect.

The sword was light and the spear was swift. Within five rounds, the woman was defeated.

Then another Beggar Gang disciple came up to fight. Since most of them were low-level disciples who came to practice, there was no need to light the incense again and the fight was over.

The spring breeze was blowing gently and the sun was warm, which was perfect weather for watching the game. However, there was nothing interesting in the first half, as it was all just a bunch of noobs.

It was not until near noon that the competition reached its first climax of the day when Master Nie Xing of Tianjing Temple faced off against Master Fan Han of Qingxu Temple.

Unexpectedly, these two people looked to be in their early thirties, but they looked very young. Yu Fan was thinking divergently, could it be that nuns and Taoists are better at maintaining health?

Seeing that he was so absorbed in watching, Master Shen curled his lips:

"Tsk, as if you can understand, these are all masters of today's martial arts world, you can be knocked down with one move."

Yu Fan looked at him speechlessly: "I don't want to go up and fight."

"Then why are you looking so closely? You're not looking at that nun, are you? You're a pretty good-looking wild monk. Otherwise, after the competition, why don't you go find Nie Xing and see if she's willing to return to secular life for you?"

Although it was a joke, it carried a chill in it.

Yu Fan frowned and glared at him warningly: "Don't make fun of me, benefactor."

Then he turned around and continued watching the game.

Angry?

For some reason, Shen Yutang felt relieved and approached again: "In my opinion, Nie Xing will lose within three moves."

Yu Fan was extremely surprised when he heard this. He had been quite optimistic about this nun and believed that she was quite skilled.

But who can blame him for being the great leader? As expected, under the third move of Fan Han from Qingxu Temple, Nie Xing's whip broke into pieces. She rolled sideways on the ground and avoided the sword energy.

He stood up and looked silently at the broken whip, clasped his hands together and said, "I lose," then walked off the stage.

Yu Fan nodded and said, "She can accept defeat and let it go. She is a hero among women."

As a result, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my arm and turned my head: "Hiss... why are you pinching me?"

Shen Yutang turned her head away proudly to watch the game, completely ignoring his existence.

He is sick and moody. How come this man is even more petty than a woman?

Yu Fan didn't have time to complain any more because the final competition of the day had arrived. Qi Tan flew onto the stage in a dashing manner, holding a sword. He was wearing a dark blue Shu embroidery outfit, which made the women below scream.

The women of Jianghu were so generous, not as reserved and particular as the women from aristocratic families. Some were even more generous than the men. At this time, someone actually shouted: "Qi Tan of Qingshan Sect will win!"

This really irritated the Taoist Master Fan Han on the opposite side, and the smile disappeared from his face. He didn't expect that after practicing in the Taoist temple for more than 30 years, he would come out to live in an era where appearance is everything.

He raised the sword in his hand unhappily: "Let's start"

Qi Tan, as always, acted like a gentleman, holding his sword and bowing: "Senior, please teach me."

As a new stick of incense was lit, Qi Tan's eyes became fierce, his scabbard flew horizontally, and he attacked Fan Han fiercely. Fan Han's eyes moved, and he went up to meet the sword. With a move of white rainbow piercing the sun, he dissolved Qi Tan's strong sword energy, which drew cheers from the audience.

But Fan Han was not an arrogant person. After just a few moves, he knew that Qi Tan was not easy to deal with. So he did not dare to slack off and tried hard to counter Qi Tan's moves. The match became stalemate for a while.

Shen Yutang found it boring and wanted to drink some tea but was dissatisfied with the bitterness of the tea, so he started to make trouble.

"Can you understand? I'm pretending pretty well."

"Hey, this leader is talking to you, don't you dare to respond?"

Yu Fan was watching the show with great interest. He discovered that he could actually break down these moves in his mind, as if he automatically knew how to respond next. However, this ancestor kept bothering him.

So I turned around and gave him a slightly cold look, and saw him unhappily lift the lid of the tea, then close it again, and then lift it again, making a clinking sound...

Yu Fan's face twitched and he stopped him. He poured out the tea, poured him a glass of boiled water, then took out a piece of milky brown sugar from the paper bag in his arms and threw it in.

The sugar cube melted in the water, and a rich milky aroma emanated...