Tianlin Town, the first day of Guanzhong Martial Arts.

"Dear knights who have registered, please wait in the waiting area on the right. We have prepared sixteen rings for this martial arts meeting, which is definitely enough!"

What Chu Ling never expected was that the Guanzhong Martial Arts Tournament he held not only had a much greater influence than he had imagined, but also brought him more benefits than he imagined.

In just half a month, there were hundreds or thousands of martial arts people coming here. Within a few days, all the inns in Tianlin Town were full. Faced with these martial arts heroes who spent a lot of money, many houses also opened room services, and they made a lot of money.

Some shops have focused on business opportunities and gave Chu Ling the sponsorship support for Guanzhong Huiwu title. There are a total of 16 stores, and the total is -

Three hundred taels of snowflakes!

That's right, the one hundred taels spent was made back in a blink of an eye, which made Chu Ling, the person who traveled across the earth, admire the business acumen of these merchants.

The waiting room lasted for a whole morning. When the sun reached the highest point, Chu Ling slowly walked into the center of the ring.

"Good afternoon, all the heroes. Welcome to participate in the "Guanzhong Huiwu" held by the Guanzhong Heroes, nominated by the prefect, and exclusively named by the Shenbao Knife Shop. If you buy knives, you can choose Shenbao Knife Shop."

After reading a long list of advertising sponsorships, Chu Ling let out a long sigh and stated the rules of this competition.

"There are 1,600 heroes from all walks of life who have signed up for martial arts this time. You will be divided into sixteen groups. According to the ring numbers drawn in the morning, they will compete in each ring. Each game is an elimination system. The heroes who win the group will play the top 16 games in the overall ring."

One thousand six hundred people and sixteen groups mean that each ring will have to play fifty games. The huge gap in strength may be solved in one second, but if you encounter those who fight for hundreds of rounds, the game will be too long.

"This meeting was held for seven days, and the first five days were group competitions. Please rest assured that the competition will be held, and don't worry about the duration."

After Chu Ling read the rules, he glanced at the crowd quickly.

Is Gongsun Wulong coming?

I am the hero you are looking for in Guanzhong. Come and find me to become a disciple.

Unfortunately, in the vast crowd, there is still no one he that Chu Ling wants.

With a long sigh, Chu Ling announced loudly.

"Below - the game begins!"

In an instant, the sixteen arenas were filled with ready-made heroes, and they all came with the mentality of winning this time.

The number one hero in Guanzhong, who doesn’t want this name that is double certified by Guanzhong hero and prefect?

"Kill, I must be the title of the No. 1 Hero of Guanzhong!"

"Hmph, let's ask me Brother Hattao Cheng first, look at the knife!"

For a moment, swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, fists, palms, toes, and all kinds of martial arts schools were blooming, and Chu Ling was fascinated by the audience.

Although most of these martial arts practitioners have low martial arts skills, they do have many advantages to learn.

For example, the Oriental Swordsman with a long sword has a fast sword technique as fast as a wind. He can instantly reach his opponent with one step and use the back of the knife to cut his opponent off the ring.

There was also the blind knight who used his feet, kicking the opponent with one kick and kicking the person out of the ring, like a dragon waving its tail, with amazing foot strength.

Most of these poor-ranked martial arts people, but a few third-rate martial arts people, allowed Chu Ling to gain a lot of different things.

Martial arts is a way to integrate the strengths of hundreds of schools and integrate them into the development.

"Huh? Isn't this Yang Huilan?"

During the inspection, Chu Ling suddenly discovered a familiar figure, which was Yang Huilan, the dream lover with a big mouth in the original Wulin Wai Shi film.

In the ring, she held a knife in both hands, a silver-ring sword with a cold light in her left hand, and a black iron kitchen knife with a sharp iron like mud in her right hand, dancing with a powerful man on her back and a bear-waisted man on the opposite side dared not approach her.

His martial arts are good, but it is not obvious from the original work that she has such good skills.

Chu Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the arena in Yang Huilan with interest, and began to think in his heart.

There are many side plots that can be expanded in the martial arts legend, such as Li Dazui: Although he himself does not know martial arts, his background is not simple. Where did the black iron kitchen knife that mastered Huanghelou come from? Who is his master? How strong is his mother's martial arts in Xuanyuan back then?

If Chu Ling could follow Yang Huilan's line and find out the connections with Li Dazui, he might have gained some benefits.

Just as Chu Ling was thinking, Yang Huilan slashed heavily on the big man's chest with a kitchen knife with her right hand, and a stream of blood splashed out in the sky, and the winner was decided.

"Winner, Yang Huilan, congratulations on entering the next point match!"

Seeing the battle here ended, Chu Ling's gaze moved away. Yang Huilan's appearance was just an unexpected surprise. His real purpose was Gongsun Wulong.

No, no, nothing!

Chu Ling turned around the sixteen rings, let alone Gongsun Wulong, there was no one with a combat style similar to him or a similar age to him!

He has achieved this point, but he still hasn't attracted the murderer?

Or is he afraid of the strength of the heroes of Guanzhong and became timid for a moment?

Before we knew it, the day's points match ended quietly, with more than ten games in total, mainly due to some even opponents, who fought hundreds or thousands of rounds before they decided to win.

At night, in the inn, Chu Ling looked at the list on the table and her face was gloomy.

This is a contestant with relatively good strength that he summarized in one day.

Among them, the incomparable masters include: Brother Hatdao Cheng, Hong Yuan, Kaishan Palm Tension, Vajra Fist Deng Yi, etc.

Third-rate masters include: Breaking Swordsman, Blind Knight, Yang Huilan, etc.

All of the above were expected by Chu Ling. After all, it was a martial arts competition jointly certified by the heroes of Guanzhong and the prefect, and it would definitely attract some good-looking people.

But these three people were unexpected to Chu Ling.

Finger with flower picking: Xiao Hong.

Leaf Legs: Di Cheng.

A roar from Cangshan: Jin Dapeng.

He pointed to Xiao Hong, a powerful monk from a famous mountain temple in Guanzhong. His strength is barely ranked as a second-rate master, and his skills are quite good.

Di Cheng, the fallen leaf leg, has been the most popular newcomer in Liusanmen. Some time ago, he captured the notorious flower-picking thief, a second-rate expert with steady martial arts skills. If he fights head-on, Chu Ling may not be able to get benefits from him.

However, the last one really gave Chu Ling a headache.

"It is obviously the title of a hero certified by the government. Why is this bandit joining in the fun?"

Chu Ling rubbed his eyebrows and looked at Jin Dapeng's name on the list, and fell into a tangle.

After several days of understanding the world of martial arts legend, he knew most of the martial arts celebrities, and Cangshan's roar was naturally no problem.
Chapter completed!