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The competition schedule of the Dragon Spring Village's martial arts competition was usually the day selection and the night competition for the arena master.

Although the level of brilliance of the Martial Arts Competition was not as good as the fight between the Jianghu leaders on the last night, more and more people came to Dragon Spring Village and it was still quite lively.

After all, most of the rich and powerful merchants had come to this place from all over the southern region. Although some of them had come to hire some guards and fighters from the Great Games, the majority of them had come for the final battle between the leaders of the martial arts world.

This was because the outcome of the confrontation would determine the situation of the martial arts forces in the three southern states for the next three years.

When merchants traveled to different places, they would inevitably have to come into contact with the leaders of the local martial arts world. Naturally, they would pay great attention to the changes between each force, and it would be convenient for them to decide on the future communication path …

Because the competition for the day's arena competition was going to take place at night, the village was currently packed with people.

Other than the locals, the crowds of people coming and going were mostly the bold tourists who came together to watch the fun, or the rich and powerful merchants who walked slowly with tall guards and beautiful ladies by their sides.

Due to Fan Yan's extremely beautiful appearance, Ye Qing and the rest of the group even frantically gathered everyone's gazes along the way. If they did not have six elite State Fortune Gang members carrying sabers and armors with dense killing intent accompanying them, quite a lot of trouble would have definitely occurred.

"Jiangnan Medicine Hall?"

On the way, there was a rather large medicine store that attracted Ye Qing's attention.

While Ye Qing was trying his luck and slowly walked into the library with the thought of finding some kind of precious medicine, a voice filled with worry and anxiety caused Ye Qing's gaze to involuntarily look over.

There was a long wooden chair in the restaurant. A youth around fourteen years old, who was wearing a tattered brown cloth shirt, was kneeling on one knee. He was whispering to a unconscious boy on the bench, who was covered with a thin blanket.

"Ah Hu!" A Hu! You just have to hold on a little longer. "Big brother will definitely insist on becoming the arena master this time. I'll help you win the money for the medicine. You must hold on …"

Just as the youth was repeating the same words to his younger brother over and over again, a boy wearing the clothing of a medicine boy walked up to the youth.

"Yan Xiaohu, just now, the medical officer said that if you are unable to pay the medical fees tomorrow night, you must leave the library with your brother." The medicine boy said in a childish voice.

"..." I'll pay for it. " The youth called Yan Xiaohu looked at his younger brother's age and clenched his fist. He was silent for a moment, and then, after saying a few words, he turned around and left.

After Yan Xiaohu left, Ye Qing withdrew his gaze and walked towards the counter.

An older brother and his younger brother with the flu weren't worth paying much attention to.

After that, Ye Qing looked around the medicine store. He didn't find any special medicinal herbs, so he left the medicine store and continued to walk towards the square outside the village of the Martial Arts Competition.

When Ye Qing arrived at the place where the Martial Competition was held, the burning torches had already filled the square to the brim. And in the center of the square, there was a huge earthen platform. This was the arena for the Martial Arts Competition.

The arena was very large, with six meters in length and width. Huge torches lit up the entire arena.

At this moment, a battle was taking place on the stage. Ye Qing looked over and saw a bare-chested, brawny man with numerous conspicuous scars on his body, wielding a heavy hammer and fighting with a dark-skinned youth holding a rod.