I'm sanctified in the real world

Chapter 94 The beginning and successive appearances
Haizhou City, Fuhai Province.

Wednesday the 22nd at nine o'clock in the morning.

The entrance of Fuhai Martial Arts Association headquarters.

In the past, it was very lively here.

Whether they are martial artists who come to handle business or are interested in martial arts, there is always an endless stream of tourists who come to learn or visit.

But today, it was extremely deserted.

Outside the gate of the association headquarters, there is a sign saying no tourists.

In each position, there are also security personnel standing separately, responsible for blocking those idlers who are trying to enter the headquarters of the association, and at the same time, they are also responsible for security checks.

"Quanjiang, He Qi of the Crane Fist School."

at this time,

An old man with gray hair and a gloomy face informed the security personnel on both sides of his name.

Hearing the name, the security personnel immediately picked up the computer in their hands and began to search for information.

He Qi was not in a hurry, and just stood there with his eyes closed, looking calm and relaxed.

Behind him, followed by a tall and thin young man in his early twenties.

It's just compared to He Qi's calmness.

The young man looked obviously much more nervous.

He looked around from time to time, looking at the martial arts schools that also entered the arena.

"offend."

at this time,

Security personnel have confirmed the identities of the two.

He Qi, the master of the Crane Fist Sect, and He Jiu, the second disciple of his sect.

However, according to regulations, every martial artist who enters the headquarters must be checked to avoid entering the arena with weapons.

Holding the detection instrument in his hand, he slowly scanned the bodies of He Qi and He Jiu.

"Please come in."

After confirming that it was correct, he gave up his position.

He Qi immediately stepped forward and walked forward.

The main entrance is an automatic sensor glass door.

When He Qi came to the door, the door automatically opened towards both sides.

One entry.

He Qi frowned subconsciously.

Compared with the deserted and quiet outside world, the inside of the arena seemed extremely noisy.

This was originally the office hall of the headquarters of the association.

But as early as a day ago, the staff at the headquarters had already emptied most of the facilities and temporarily transformed it into a temporary site.

In the deepest part of the hall is a long table covered with red cloth, with about four or five seats.

This is obviously a position reserved for members of the association's headquarters.

As for the sides of the long table.

On the other hand, every two meters, a wooden chair is placed for the heads of various martial arts sects.

at this time,

More than a dozen wooden chairs on the field have been occupied.

The heads of various sects sat on chairs, or chatted with old friends nearby, and closed their eyes to meditate.

Behind them are the disciples of various sects participating in the Martial Arts Conference.

These disciples spent most of their time practicing in the sect, and this was the first time they had seen so many warriors of the same generation.

So inevitably some excitement.

After obtaining the permission of their master, many people began to walk around and pay homage.

Occasionally, I meet someone who can chat, although it may be an opponent, but I still don't mind having a chat.

just,

He Qi also found out at the same time.

The dozens of martial arts gyms that have arrived so far are faintly divided into two categories in the hall.

The first category, sitting near the gate, most of the heads of these martial arts sects are drinking tea and chatting, and their disciples are also visiting everywhere.

Most of the dozens of martial arts sects present belonged to them.

The second category, sitting near the chairperson's table, there are only three or four.

The heads of these martial arts schools just sat on the chairs, closed their eyes and meditated.

The disciples they brought also seemed to be calm and relaxed, not walking around like the martial arts disciples outside.

Between the two waves of people, there seemed to be an invisible barrier.

There is a clear distinction between Wei and Wei, and they do not disturb each other.

Occasionally, He Qi, a member of a small sect from a foreign city, rashly wants to strike up a conversation.

He will also be pulled over by other sects he just met and warned in a low voice.

Or when the martial arts disciples in the second category glanced at them, they would turn their heads in embarrassment, not daring to touch them.

"This old gentleman, please come here to register and confirm your participation in the Martial Arts Conference."

He Qi was observing the situation in the arena when a voice sounded not far away.

He followed the sound.

On the small table next to the sensor door, a staff member in a suit was sitting.

With a Xihe smile on his face, he was waving towards himself.

"Sign up here?"

He Qi stepped forward to the table and asked.

His voice was very hoarse.

It sounds like the sound of glass rubbing against each other, which makes your teeth sore.

"Yes."

"Because we didn't sign up for the Martial Arts Competition in advance."

"Therefore, all the martial arts gyms that will be present need to register with me first."

"At twelve o'clock at noon, after the registration deadline, I will hand it over to the committee members of the association to make specific arrangements for the Martial Arts Conference."

But the young staff member was completely unaffected.

With a smile all over his face, he took out a form and pushed it in front of He Qi.

"Please fill in the basic information of the sect, the names of the participating disciples, and the level of strength on the form."

He Qi didn't say anything, took the ballpoint pen and started to fill in.

When you see the column of the names of the participating disciples and the level of strength.

He seemed to be thinking of something happy, with a somewhat smug expression on his face.

Fill in the pen.

He Jiu.

Huajin·first level.

The pinnacle level below entry.

Moreover, He Jiu also cultivated the first level of the breathing method.

With such strength, even if he is not number one in the Martial Arts Conference, he is definitely among the top three.

He Qi slowly pushed the form in front of the staff.

He looked at the staff, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The other party's shocked look when he saw He Jiu's level of strength even appeared in his mind.

however,
To He Qi's surprise,

The staff glanced at the form, but there was no change on their faces.

"Okay, Master He, please take a seat."

The other party put away the form with a smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to signal He Qi to take a seat.

He Qi felt a little unhappy about the staff's reaction.

But he only thinks that the opponent is not a martial arts practitioner, and he doesn't understand the way of doing it.

Snort softly.

Turn around and walk towards the field.

Seeing He Jiu behind him poking his head, looking timid.

He Qi was even more angry.

"Put away your unseen virtues for me!"

"I brought you here today to strengthen my reputation in the Crane Fist School. Take a look at what you look like!"

Under the scolding of his master,
He Jiu shrank his head subconsciously.

But under the threat of He Jiu's gaze, he quickly propped up his chest, and his body stood upright.

See here,

He Qicai nodded in satisfaction.

At this time,
The glass door opened again.

A muscular old man with a white beard walked in with a young man with an indifferent expression behind him.

Compared to He Qi's newcomer.

The other party seems to be familiar with the road.

As soon as he entered the arena, he went straight to the small table.

"Xingwu Guild, Li Xingwu."

"Participating disciple, Wu Ran, Hua Jin is at the first level."

Swish!
Li Xingwu's voice just fell.

He Qi, who was about to walk towards the venue, turned his head instantly.

"It's you!"

He Qi stared at Wu Ran firmly.

There was undisguised anger in his eyes.

That indifferent face, as if no one looked down on him, he would never forget in his life.

"Ok?"

Hearing He Qi's voice, Li Xingwu turned his head in surprise.

He saw that the other party was staring at his disciple Wu Ran angrily.

"He Qi, what are you doing?"

Li Xingwu instantly recognized him as He Qi, the master of the Crane Fist Sect in Quanjiang City.

Although I don't know why the other party is hostile to Wu Ran.

But as a master, he naturally couldn't sit idly by.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, He Qi seemed to change his face, and all the anger on his face disappeared.

"Li Xingwu, you have taken in a good apprentice."

"I hope we can bump into each other at the Martial Arts Conference."

He Qi looked at Wu Ran with a sneer.

After all,

Without waiting for Li Xingwu to react, he turned around and left.

walking,
He Qi's complexion became more and more gloomy.

"He Jiu."

He whispered his disciple's name.

"Master, what's the matter?"

He Jiu responded.

He is He Qi's nephew, who just joined Crane Fist School a month ago.

He Jiu was not clear about the matter between He Qi and Wu Ran.

"If you meet that person at the Martial Arts Conference."

"Hit me hard!"

"Kill to death, beat to disability!"

He Qi's tone was full of chill.

He Jiu shuddered subconsciously when he heard it.

"The disciple understands."

But he didn't dare to disobey his master's wishes, so he could only nod quickly.

Say it.

The two walked inward.

baffling.

Looking at He Qi's leaving back, Li Xingwu frowned.

"Aran, what's going on?"

He asked Wu Ran.

"At the beginning of my awakening as Qi Sen, I stayed at the Crane Fist Gate for two days."

"But the skills in his sect are vulgar, so I don't like it, so I quit."

Wu Ran said lightly, not taking He Qi's words to heart.

The status of the Crane Fist Sect in Quanjiang was not much better than that of the Eagle Body Sect where Chen Sheng belonged, and it simply could not provide enough resources for him to practice.

He Qi is not even a person with a sense of anger.

Just two days after joining, Wu Ran chose to quit, and what he said was as direct as today.

At that time, He Qi originally regarded him as the hope for the rise of the Crane Fist Sect.

In the end, the hope was dashed, and Wu Ran was humiliated by Wu Ran's martial art, and he was so angry that he almost had a heart attack.

therefore,

It was only when he saw Wu Ran that he had such a big reaction.

But what He Qi didn't know was that,

Before Wu Ran withdrew from the Crane Fist School, he secretly learned the breathing method inside the school.

If he knew this, I'm afraid he didn't almost have a heart attack, but was so angry that he drove west.

at this time,

Hearing what Wu Ran said, not only was Li Xingwu not dissatisfied, but he also nodded in appreciation.

"Yes."

"A good bird chooses a tree to live in."

"If you stay in this small sect, it will limit your development."

The implication,
Obviously, he highly agrees with Wu Ran's vision.

After all,

Li Xingwu waved his hand.

"You don't have to worry about such a small role, just concentrate on discussing the martial arts."

"If you meet He Qi's disciple, you can let him see the world by the way, and know what a real strong man is."

while talking,

Li Xingwu was full of confidence.

Because he knew that with Wu Ran's current strength, it was definitely not comparable to the disciples of that small sect.

"Yes."

After all,

Li Xingwu also took Wu Ran, and found a random chair in the field to sit down.

Over the next two hours,

One after another, there are martial arts sects entering the arena.

The number of people in the hall is increasing.

There are all kinds of colors.

But without exception.

These people who came to participate in the Martial Arts Conference all had full confidence on their faces.

The head of each sect feels that the strength of their disciples is enough to shine in the Martial Arts Conference.

Time passed slowly.

The glass door has not been opened for a long time.

Seeing,

It's almost twelve o'clock when the registration deadline is reached.

The staff sitting at the small table looked at the time.

11:55
At this time, there should be no more sects coming.

thinking so,

He was ready to pack his things and hand over the registration form to the members of the association.

But just as he got up to leave.

The glass door opened again.

"Ehhh."

"Little brother, don't go."

An old figure with a stooped figure walked in quickly from behind the door.

"Old man, are you going to sign up for the Martial Arts Competition?"

The staff looked at the old man with some doubts.

His face was pale and he was wrapped in a thick cotton jacket.

After walking these two steps, I was a little out of breath.

And he was alone, without any disciples following him.

It can't be seen that he is here to participate in the Martial Arts Conference.

"Report report."

"Our sect master has something to delay, and he will be here in a while. You should report to me first."

"Eagle Body Gate, door master Chen Sheng."

"The contestants are also Chen Sheng."

"If you are strong, you can fill in any one."

(End of this chapter)