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The Jinghua Lunwu Conference was held in a small village on the western outskirts of Jinghua City, called Bijia Village. The people in the village were all surnamed Bi. The number one ancient martial arts family in Jinghua City was from Bijia Village.

It is said that a long time ago, there was no Bijia Village here, but only one Bijia Villa, which was the Bijia of the ancient martial arts family. For hundreds of years, Bijia clan has been prosperous and developed from generation to generation, gradually forming a Bijia village at the foot of the mountain.

Children in Bijia Village are different from children in ordinary villages. When they are young, they will go to Bijia Villa under the leadership of their elders to test their martial arts talents. If they have outstanding talents, they can stay in Bijia Villa. Practice ancient martial arts.

Therefore, even though it is a small village, there are many masters in it. The fact that the Bi family has been the first of the five great families for several consecutive years is inseparable from the prosperity of the clan and the large number of ancient warriors.

According to traditional rules, each Beijing Martial Arts Conference is hosted by the No. 1 family from the previous one, so this time the Martial Arts Conference will still be held at Bijia Villa.

Wang Yuan and Mo Wen skipped class, slipped out of school, and took a car straight to Bijia Villa.

"That village is very repulsive to outsiders and doesn't like outside vehicles entering. I can only send you here."

On the road outside Bijia Village, a taxi stopped on the road, and the driver in the car said to the two young people. Anyone who drives a taxi nearby knows that the village is a bit weird and doesn't like foreign vehicles entering.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, brother."

Wang Yuan nodded cheerfully, paid the money and got out of the car. He seemed to know some of the conditions in Bijia Village and had no complaints.

"Little brothers, if you are outsiders who come to visit Bijia Village, don't go to Bijia Village casually. Almost everyone in the village does not welcome outsiders. Unless you have relatives or friends in Bijia Village."

Seeing that Wang Yuan was so cheerful, Na's brother opened his mouth to remind him.

"I know, I know." Wang Yuan kept nodding. He was born and raised in Jinghua City, so he naturally knew the situation in Bijia Village.

Mo Wen frowned, that Bijiacun was quite domineering.

"Don't ask. It won't take long to get to Bijia Village if you go down this road. However, the people in Bijia Village are very exclusive. Now is the time when the Beijing Martial Arts Conference is being held, so it's even harder to sneak in."

Wang Yuan reminded Mo Wenwen that he still didn't know how Mo Wenwen could sneak him into Bijia Villa.

"The Beijing Martial Arts Conference was held in Bijia Village," Mo Wen asked.

"To be precise. The Beijing Martial Arts Conference was held in Bijia Villa. Not everyone in Bijia Village can practice ancient martial arts. In fact, at least 90% of the people in Bijia Village have never practiced ancient martial arts, even if they have practiced a little bit. , most of them are similar to me, and they are not even considered beginners. Almost all those who really practice ancient martial arts live in Bijia Villa."

Wang Yuan explained that many places in Bijia Villa are no different from ordinary villages. The only difference is that the people in this village know about the ancient martial arts world and know how to practice some simple ancient martial arts techniques.

"Then why should we go to Bijia Village? Why don't we go directly to Bijia Villa?" Mo asked.

"To go to Bijia Villa, you have to pass through Bijia Village. Bijia Village has improved, so it's impossible to go to Bijia Villa. You don't want to sneak in, do you?"

Wang Yuan looked at Mo Wen suspiciously. He would not be planning to sneak into Bijia Villa. Bijia Villa was heavily guarded. If he could sneak in, he would have sneaked in long ago. Can we wait until now?

"why not"

Mo Wen said nonchalantly that he came to this Beijing Martial Arts Conference just to see what that girl Xiaoyou was doing. But how to get in is a problem.

After all, strictly speaking, he does not belong to any ancient martial arts faction in Jinghua City, so this Jinghua Martial Arts Conference may not recognize him, so other than sneaking in, the only way is to force his way in through the Ghost Eye Onmyoji with his cultivation.

"That's impossible. Unless you can fly over Bijia Village, it's impossible to sneak into Bijia Villa."

Wang Yuan rolled his eyes. If this was Mo Wen's solution, then their visit to Bijia Village would be doomed to fail.

Bijia Village surrounds Bijia Villa and is guarded on all sides. It is almost impossible to sneak in under the eyes of the Bijia masters except by flying over.

"fly"

Mo Wen's eyes flashed, this was a good idea. With his current level of cultivation, he could complete a short distance at high altitude. It was not difficult to fly up a low mountain.

He glanced at Wang Yuan, thought for a moment, and then gave up the idea. That was too shocking for Wang Yuan and might scare him. After all, in Wang Yuan's concept, the Baodan realm is a peerless master, while the fetal breath realm is a figure that only exists in legends.

The two of them walked in tandem and soon reached the end of a village. The village was not big, but not small either. There were about a hundred families living in it. Gray smoke was curling up. Children were playing in the yard and old people were sitting on the eaves. On the surface, it is no different from an ordinary village.

"who"

Under a big sycamore tree in front of the village, two strong men stopped in front of Mo Wen and Wang Yuan. They were as tall as two door gods, blocking most of the road.

These two people's eyes were shining, their temples were bulging, their energy was full, and their blood was very strong. Anyone could tell at a glance that they were strong people. They not only have a handful of strength, but they are two ancient warriors. Their cultivation levels are not low, and they have the cultivation level of Tongmai realm.

Such people would probably be the mainstay among other forces, but in Bijia Village, they are used to guard the village head, which shows that the Bijia family is indeed quite powerful.

Wang Yuan looked at Mo Wen, and it was time to look at him. After all, Mo Wen had promised to take him to the Beijing Martial Arts Conference.

"We are here to participate in the martial arts conference." Mo Wen said calmly.

"Participate in the martial arts conference."

When the two strong men heard this, their expressions softened a lot, which at least proved that these two people should be from the ancient martial arts world, not tourists from outside. Otherwise, they should not know about the Beijing Martial Arts Conference.

"Please show me the invitation to the conference."

The two strong men hugged Mo Wen and said politely. But he had some doubts in his heart. Why did only two teenagers come? Why didn't their elders come? Moreover, the martial arts conference had been held for seven or eight days and was almost coming to an end. Those who could come had already come, and those who couldn't came had also come. Won't come again, come now. It's a little weird.

"I don't have an invitation, but I am an ancient warrior from other places who came here because of his fame."

Mo Wen shook his head and told the truth.

"No invitation, ancient warrior from out of town"

The strong man who asked the question frowned. In previous Jinghua martial arts conferences, many colleagues from the ancient martial arts circles from other places did come to watch the ceremony, but most of those people had good relations with several major ancient martial arts forces in Jinghua City. , so I was invited here. Not only did I have an invitation in my hand, but it was also a VIP invitation.

This young man did not have an invitation, and he was Xuanhuang Zhenren, an ancient warrior from out of town. That person was definitely not someone who came by invitation, or someone who had friendships with several major ancient martial arts forces in Jinghua City.

Wang Yuan almost fainted when he saw Mo Wen's answer. Even if you can't tell lies, you don't have to say everything so clearly. Even the ancient warriors from other places have admitted it. If Mo Wen doesn't say that he is an ancient warrior from other places, then by virtue of With his cultivation level, he might still be able to participate in the martial arts conference.

But now, it's probably out of the question.

"Sorry. What is being held here is a martial arts conference for the ancient martial arts community in Beijing. Ancient martial artists from outside are not welcome. If there is no invitation, please leave."

The big man crossed his fists. Although his tone was still polite, his expression was obviously much colder.

"Since I am in the boundary of Jinghua City, I naturally belong to half of the ancient martial arts community in Jinghua and come to participate in our martial arts conference. Why not?"

Mo Wen retorted, directly referring to the Jinghua Martial Arts Conference as our Martial Arts Conference. His ability to build relationships is not that strong.

"This"

The strong man frowned. He hesitated. What Mo Wen said was not unreasonable. Since it was a martial arts conference, it was naturally aimed at all the ancient warriors in Jinghua. But the main purpose of this martial arts conference is to select the five most powerful families in Beijing. He, an outsider, came to join in the fun.

"Little brother, what you said is not unreasonable, but you don't have to practice a little bit to be qualified to participate in the Martial Arts Conference. If you want to participate in the Jinghua Martial Arts Conference, then prove your strength. If you have enough strength, Of course you can participate.”

When the strong man was hesitating, a voice sounded from the village. The next moment, a middle-aged man in white came over. Behind him were several young and middle-aged men, all of them lively and powerful, all of whom had practiced ancient martial arts.

"I've met Elder Bi You."

When the two strong men guarding the village saw this middle-aged man, they immediately saluted respectfully. This middle-aged man is the elder of Bijia Villa. He has a noble status and is responsible for all security and order during the Beijing Martial Arts Conference.

"Little brother, if you can have the cultivation level of Tongmai Realm, then I can let you in. If you don't have the cultivation level of Tongmai Realm, then I'm sorry. After all, the Beijing Martial Arts Conference is a conference jointly organized by the five major families. , it’s natural to have a threshold.”

The middle-aged man named Bi You said with a faint smile, but he did not immediately dare to leave with Wang Yuan. In his opinion, even if the two young men have practiced ancient martial arts, they probably won't be very advanced. If there are no seniors with advanced cultivation behind them to guide them, it will be difficult for them to achieve any great achievements. Whether they have the cultivation of Tongmai realm, I'm afraid It's all about two things.

If they have the cultivation level of the Tongmai realm, it means that they have good talents, and there may be ancient martial arts forces behind them, so it doesn't hurt to let them in to have a look. They are just curious about the martial arts conference. He, who was less than this year, , can naturally understand this psychology.

Therefore, there is no need to offend two ancient warriors who may have high achievements in the future and may have ancient martial arts background for such a trivial matter.

Of course, if they don't even have the cultivation level of the Meridian Realm, it's not worthy of him to look at them differently, and there is no need to break the rules for them.

"It's easy."

When Mo Wen heard this, he immediately smiled. If you have the cultivation level of Tongmai Realm, you can enter. It couldn't be easier.

He waved his hand casually, as if shaking off the dust, but a strong wind rose violently, directly sweeping the big sycamore tree not far away into two pieces, and collapsed with a crunch. See more Prestige Public Account: hhxs665