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Xu Qingmo followed Fei Huai and reported the address, and went straight to a huge meeting place, it was already packed full of people, but Xu Qingmo and the rest did not go to the outer layer, they went directly through the side door and went to the inner layer.

The inner layer wasn't too big, it was about the size of a basketball court. There were rows of seats and a square stage in the middle. The area was surrounded by railings.

However, Xu Qingmo noticed that other than one or two large groups with flags on their backs, which sects were written on them, the majority of the groups with less people did not have any flags.

Just like the wuchun, for example, Xu Qingmo's group was definitely not the only group in China. Many of them wanted to fight for the orthodoxy, but no one was convinced, because only the orthodoxy would be able to set up a flag here, so naturally, no one would be able to stand up against others like them. It was fortunate that they were all people in the same circle, even if they did not use the flag, they would still recognize each other.

As for Duan Jijun, Xu Qingmo had also seen it, he was one of the only two big sects with flags up on their heads, Eight Extreme Fist.

There were also many young people around Duan Jijun that were around his age, and they were probably his seniors and juniors. However, Xu Qingmo did not care about them, so it was the sturdy old man in front of them that he needed to pay more attention to.

Fei Huai had been there for the past few martial arts competitions, but at that time, she was always the person in charge of the Merciful Pavilion, so this time, the audience would naturally treat her like this. However, when they saw that there was only one young man, Xu Qingmo, standing behind her, they were a little surprised.

The entire scene had its own rules and regulations, so there was no need for the host to take the seats. Everyone could find their own seats.

Xu Qingmo followed Fei Yingyin and sat down. After looking around, he asked: "Where's the Mercy Pavilion?"

"Not yet." Fei Huaiyin said.

Just as Fei Huiyin finished speaking, everyone in the field tensed up, each and every one of them staring at the door.

Xu Qingmo also looked over, to see a group of people walk in from the outside.

There were a total of four people, and they were all dressed differently. They didn't look like martial arts experts, but rather like eccentric customers on the streets.

In the lead was an old man with a camel's back, holding a walking stick in his hand. That walking stick looked pitch-black, perhaps made of steel, and following behind him was a handsome man with a slender figure and a green robe. Just from the surface, he looked more like an ancient knight than anyone present.

Needless to say, Xu Qingmo knew that these four people were people from the Mercy Pavilion, and his opponent was these people? Xu Qingmo curled his lips.

"Since everyone is here, stop wasting your breath. According to the rules of the past, the first one to take the stage for my Eight Trigram Palm will be you. Which one of you would like to go up?" A tall young man jumped onto the stage and shouted to the surrounding people with a voice that sounded like muffled thunder.

"I, Cao family, have come to meet you!" A small young man took a step forward and jumped up as well.

The two of them clasped their fists and exchanged names. Then, they began to spar.

Xu Qingmo looked at them for a while and then lost interest. The two of them had the same strength as Qi Buyun, so they were not worth mentioning.

After a while, the short man was hit on the chest by the big man three times in a row. He immediately backed off and admitted defeat, jumping down with a somewhat ashamed face.

"If I don't step down, I choose to continue challenging, who will!" the big man shouted.

Very quickly, another person went up.

Xu Qingmo looked for a while more and roughly understood the rules here.

The rules of this sparring competition were not very strict. The younger generation of each sect could go up on stage and win, but they could still continue to accept challenges.

However, this exchange meeting was not a strict ranking competition, it was just an exchange between the various sects, and each sect's leader had extraordinary eyesight, so the strength of the younger generation could be roughly seen, there was no need to be strict about ranking, because if they were to fight, it would be against the original intention of the exchange.

Very quickly, the large sects with many people took the advantage. They had more people, more shopping malls, and their strength couldn't be underestimated. Naturally, they had more victories.

A few of the smaller sects' disciples quickly lost and became side characters. However, none of them stood on their own seats and quietly watched the match onstage.

"Eight Extreme Fang Zhiyuan!" A young man on the stage kicked his opponent and clasped his fist at the surroundings.

"Xing Yi Han Buping!"

Han Buping could no longer hold it in. With a roar, he stepped down from the stage.

He wanted to jump up onto the stage just like the others, but he didn't jump high enough and tripped over the railing, directly falling head first onto the stage. Fortunately, he managed to react in time and flipped on the stage before standing up again.

"Heh heh."

"Hahaha!"

"A punk with the Chen Clan's charm, what a disgrace."

"That guy Chen Biao. I think he should still have some face, right?"

A mocking voice came from below the stage. Han Buping's face immediately blushed red, he wished he could find a hole to hide in.

"Are you ready? Otherwise, don't say I launched a sneak attack! " Fang Zhiyuan screamed and woke Han Buping up.

Han Buping quickly clenched his fists and took his stance.

Very quickly, the two of them started to fight. Han Buping did not have much skill in the first place, adding to the chaos in his heart, he made a hundred mistakes, but in just ten moves, Fang Zhiyuan seized an opportunity.

"Who else?" Fang Zhiyuan shouted complacently.

"I haven't lost yet!" Han Buping roared, and pounced again.

"Bam!"

Fang Zhiyuan directly gave Han Buping a knee strike, pushing Han Buping to the ground, making him unable to get up anymore.

Fang Zhiyuan pushed Han Buping off the stage, and then he would not be able to climb back up again.

"wuchun Qin Hongye!"

Qin Hongye jumped up onto the stage, staring angrily at Fang Zhiyuan.

Fang Zhiyuan got into his stance and smiled.

Qin Hongye became even more furious and rushed at Fang Zhiyuan with small steps.

Fang Zhiyuan was not afraid when he was facing danger, and countered his techniques one by one, resolving all of Qin Hongye's techniques.

But slowly, Fang Zhiyuan still held the upper hand. If this continued, Qin Hongye's defeat would happen sooner or later.

used his left hand to grab onto Fang Zhiyuan's arm so that he wouldn't be knocked flying. At the same time, his right hand clenched into a fist and punched towards Fang Zhiyuan's lower abdomen. Boom!!

Inch Fist!

Fang Zhiyuan was startled, the wuchun's Inch Fist was still very powerful, he had no choice but to defend, and was about to retreat.

But at this time, Qin Hongye immediately retracted her fist, her left hand also released Fang Zhiyuan's arm, her entire body spinning on one side as she pulled out a long leg.

The whip leg of Taekwondo!

Fang Zhiyuan did not expect Qing Qin Hongye to still use such a move, and before he could react, he was directly hit in the face by Qin Hongye's foot.

"Tsk, tsk, the descendant of the wuchun actually used Taekwondo, you taught a good disciple from Qin Valley." An old man said.

"Taekwondo, a thing from the Korean Empire. This is giving us face in Chinese martial arts."

Taunt after ridicule sounded out from all over the place, Qin Hongye's face flushed red, but she did not lower her head, her gaze swept across, haughtily saying: "Whoever disagrees, come up and fight them!"

"Come down!" Qin Hongye's master shouted.

Someone came over to help Fang Zhiyuan away.

Qin Hongye stood beside her master with her head lowered, but his master did not scold her. Most likely, Qin Hongye had already gotten used to doing this kind of thing.

In the arena, the match continued.

Qi Buyun walked up onto the stage and accepted the challenge. After defeating five challengers in a row, everyone's eyes lit up.

Xu Qingmo nodded his head, Qi Buyun's strength was not bad, but the most important thing was that he had been provoked by the matter of Han Buping and Qin Hongye, and had acted beyond his abilities, thus he was extremely brave.

Two disciples of the Eight Extreme Temple both went up on stage, but they were not Qi Buyun's match. In the end, Duan Jijun moved, and jumped onto the stage.

"I advise you to admit defeat." Duan Jijun laughed.

"He hasn't even fought yet. It's too early to admit defeat." Qi Buyun said.

"Looks like you haven't had enough of the last lesson." Duan Jijun laughed and said, as he took up a pose.

Qi Buyun waited with focus, he knew that Duan Jijun's strength was extremely strong for him, if he wanted to win, he would have to use all of his strength.

But ten moves later, Qi Buyun was still defeated.

Only Duan Jijun was left standing on the stage, looking around, no one dared to challenge him.

Everyone had seen Duan Jijun's strength. Even though they admitted that they were no match for Duan Jijun, they did not stand up.

The hippie among the four of them sneered.

"I'll do it!"

The hippie turned his head and stepped into the ring.