Chapter 403: Hidden Dragons and Crouching Tigers?

After entering the stands, Fang Xun and the other two sat at a round table. The food and wine on the table before them made them salivate.

After taking a quick look around, they found that there was no one else in the area except the three of them.

Fang Xun curled his lips: "Everyone is so arrogant."

As he spoke, his hand moved, and the chopsticks in his hand fell like rain. In just a few seconds, the boiled chicken next to him was picked up, and only half of it was left with bones.

Fang Xun ate by himself, not caring about his eating manners.

Dongfang Que took a plate of peanuts and placed it in front of him. He also poured himself a glass of wine and drank it by himself, which was a unique experience.

Bai Qingmeng was still quietly wandering in his thoughts.

The three of them ignored the noisy venue and waited quietly for the meeting to begin.

After a while, another group of people came near them.

Fang Xun took a look at the people who came. The leading man was dressed in a green shirt. He had an elegant temperament and a strong scholarly air. However, the aura of a Yangshen Grandmaster could not be faked.

He was holding a book and a copper pen in his hands. It was obvious that he was the messenger from Tianfeng Tower.

The people behind him looked similar, all holding paper and pen in their hands, and some were writing something down as they walked.

When the man in green saw Fang Xun and the other two, he said a few words to the mediators behind him, then walked towards Fang Xun with a smile.

"I wonder who came so early. It turns out to be Marquis Lin Chuan and the two fairies. I am Ren Chunfeng from Tianfeng Tower. I have heard that the Marquis is in a bold and unrestrained mood. Today I see that he is indeed a true character."

As they were talking, Ren Chunfeng also sat down at Fang Xun's table. He couldn't help laughing when he saw him eating heartily like a starving ghost.

Fang Xun also put down his chopsticks and said with a smile: "Senior, is your surname Ren as well? I wonder what your relationship is with Jiangzhou Golden Pen Master Ren Qiuyu."

Ren Chunfeng said with a smile: "I dare not use the word 'senior' in front of the Marquis. Qiuyu is my nephew. During the three years since we parted at Lijian Pavilion, you have often mentioned the Marquis. Your great name has almost made my poor nephew a laughing stock in the martial arts world."

Fang Xun was stunned for a moment after hearing this: "Why has Senior Qiuyu become a laughing stock?"

Ren Chunfeng smiled and grabbed a chicken leg from the table, not caring about the greasiness. He chewed on the chicken leg with the same casual mouth as Fang Xun, and at the same time spoke to Fang Xun in ventriloquy.

"When the Marquis was in Jiangzhou, my nephew was in charge of the ranking, performance, strength verification, and evaluation. But I didn't expect that after the Marquis was on the Dragon and Phoenix List three years ago, he was slapped in the face for two consecutive issues."

As he was talking, Ren Chunfeng finished a chicken leg in just a few bites. The strange thing was that although his hands were covered in grease, the copper pen and the book were not stained with dust at all.

After hearing this, Fang Xun laughed and joked, "Hahaha, he deserves it. Who told him to make up stories about me and give me the nickname Black Hand Sword?"

At this time, another group of people arrived. Everyone had a sword on their waist, their aura was sharp, and there was a broken sword pattern on their clothes. They were the disciples of Broken Sword Villa.

The leader was not the owner of the manor, Xiao Qirong, but his two sons - Xiao Qianfeng and Xiao Wanren.

The brothers' eyes lit up when they saw Fang Xun. They also said a few words to the disciples behind them and then walked towards their table.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, but you have become more and more unfathomable."

As Xiao Qianfeng's voice came closer and closer, when the last word fell, the two brothers also sat down at the table.

Fang Xun smiled and shook his head and said to Xiao Qianfeng: "Brother Xiao, you are really something. After all, we have been friends for a long time, but you still call me Marquis. You can just call me Brother Fang.

Half a month ago, I saw Brother Xiao was ranked 67th on the Human Ranking. He was able to be on the list not long after his breakthrough, so he has a bright future. "

Xiao Qianfeng's face suddenly turned red, while Xiao Wanren on the side smiled familiarly and said, "Brother Fang, you are really... If someone else said this, it would be a compliment, but when Brother Fang said this, it sounded like sarcasm."

At this time, Ren Chunfeng also interrupted: "Haha, Mr. Xiao, you don't know that this guy's ranking in each issue of the list is not accurate once, and he is the only one who is like this. Otherwise, my Tianfeng Building's golden signboard will also be destroyed by him."

"Nonsense, there is no such thing."

Several people chatted casually, without any strangeness.

But during the conversation, Fang Xun noticed that Xiao Qianfeng would glance at Dongfang Que from time to time. Sometimes, when their eyes met, Dongfang Que would find that the other party was peeking at him and could only smile shyly and avoid it.

Suddenly, I felt indescribable strangeness in my heart, but also full of pity.

'poor child'

Compared to Dongfang Que, Bai Qingmeng attracted much more attention.

Although the celestial girl was sitting quietly on the side, her otherworldly temperament still attracted everyone's curiosity unconsciously.

They all asked Fang Xun indirectly about Bai Qingmeng's background.

However, Fang Xun changed the subject with just a few words. Seeing that the other party didn't want to talk more about Bai Qingmeng's background, the others stopped pestering him, but they couldn't suppress their curiosity.

Especially Ren Chunfeng. A master with unfathomable strength and who can definitely be on the Earth List suddenly appeared in the Prince of Yue's Mansion. As the media person of Tianfeng Tower, he would of course pay special attention to him.

The only time Bai Qingmeng took action was half a month ago, when he killed a Yangshen Grandmaster with one sword.

But Ren Chunfeng didn't believe that the other party really only used one sword, and the rumor was definitely exaggerated.

Because the news was spread by a group of innate and acquired realm warriors at the scene. With their eyesight, it only takes a moment for Grandmaster Yangshen to make one or a hundred swords, and they cannot tell the difference at all.

However, Ren Chunfeng would not underestimate Bai Qingmeng's strength. Although the rumors might be exaggerated, it was a fact that Bai Qingmeng killed a Yangshen Grandmaster without any injury.

As for the possibility that the other party was a Zhenwu strongman, Ren Chunfeng had never thought about it.
At the round table, everyone was drinking and chatting happily, quietly waiting for the conference to officially begin.

As time went by, more and more people came to their area.

Basically, they were all powerful people in the Yangshen realm with their disciples. During this period, people from the Dajiang League also came. Again, they were not led by the leader Tan Chongtian, but by his eldest disciple Wu Shanshui.

After seeing the thirty-six disciples at Fang Xun's table, Wu Shanshui also said a few words to the disciples who were accompanying him, and then came to Fang Xun's table to chat enthusiastically. After a few words, they became familiar with each other.

Soon, Fang Xun saw three people from Dachan Temple coming again. When Xinyan saw him, he snorted coldly and chose a round table far away to sit down.

Wen Miaoyi, who was standing next to the other person, stared at Fang Xun with hatred.

"Brother Fang, what happened to Doctor An's disciple today? Why is he looking at you like this?"

The others also noticed Wen Miaoyi's gaze, so Ren Chunfeng asked directly

Fang Xun just said innocently, "I am also confused. I have never met Doctor An before. Apart from meeting him once half a month ago, we have never dealt with each other, let alone the disciple of the doctor. Could he think that I killed Doctor An?"

Xiao Wanren laughed when he heard this: "How is it possible? There is no hatred or grudge between us, how could Brother Fang do such a thing?"

"Let's not talk about this unlucky thing," Fang Xun shook his head and asked curiously, "Brother Xiao, Brother Wu, why didn't Master Xiao and Master Tan attend the meeting today?"

As the only two True Martial Realm masters in Jiangnan, they were not present at such a grand event. Could it be that they are really preparing to be the last to enter?

Tan Chongtian's disciple Wu Shanshui is different from his plump master. He is a tall and thin young man with dark complexion.

Hearing Fang Xun's question, he casually explained, "Master is in seclusion, and most conferences are held to mediate disputes among the various factions in the martial arts world. The presence of Brother Xiao and my family of thirty-six is ​​not strong."

Xiao Qianfeng also nodded and agreed, "Brother Wu is right. My Broken Sword Villa and the Great River Alliance don't have any big enemies. We are here just to watch the fun. Don't take it too seriously."

Fang Xun immediately understood that Broken Sword Villa and the Great River Alliance had an extraordinary status in Jiangnan. They were the only ones who took the initiative to make enemies with others, and few people dared to make enemies with them.

Moreover, after the two sect leaders were promoted to Zhenwu, their prestige became unstoppable. They came when they wanted to and did not come when they did not want to. Others did not dare to say anything. Martial arts conferences were mostly for mediating grievances, and Ren Chunfeng and other mediators were also responsible for recording what was seen and heard at the conference.

But the Xiao brothers, Wu Shanshui and others were really just here to watch the fun.

"By the way, I heard that the Jiangnan Poison King of Yingdong Valley seems to be in seclusion as well and will not attend this conference."

At this time Ren Chunfeng said another sentence, which immediately caused surprise to the others.

"Is the Poison King about to break through to Zhenwu?"

Among all the masters in Jiangnan, Xiao Qirong and Tan Chongtian who have already broken through to the Zhenwu level are excluded.

Among the remaining people, if we were to judge by the top three in recognized strength, the chivalrous Qiao Zhengyang could be counted as one of them, and no one had any objection to Fang Xun's rapid rise and a series of achievements.

As for the last one who is recognized as one of the top three in the Yangshen Realm of Jiangnan, it is the seventh on the Earth List - Mo Hanxing.

Mo Hanxing, the Poison King of Jiangnan, is a newly emerged master in the past two hundred years. He had no master before and relied on his own efforts to become the Grand Master of Yangshen. He also founded the Yingdonggu sect.

Although his style is both good and evil, he has never committed any major misdeeds. Like An Huiquan, he is an excellent doctor, but he prefers to use poison.

Although this man is famous for his poison, his kung fu is not weak either. Many people are even very puzzled. It is obvious that the Poison King of Jiangnan is extremely powerful and has superb boxing and kung fu skills, but he chose to establish a sect that focuses on studying poisons.

The Miracle Doctor is "Rejuvenation", while the Poison King named his sect "Welcome Winter" in opposition to it.

Over the past year, there have been rumors in the martial arts world that the Poison King of Jiangnan has reached the perfection of Dan Yun and is only one step away from breaking through to Zhenwu.

Before, Fang Xun and his group were skeptical about this rumor, but now when they heard Ren Chunfeng say that Mo Hanxing would not attend such a grand event as the martial arts conference and only sent his disciples, they immediately believed it 80%.

"The chasm of the Zhenwu Realm is so difficult, I don't know how I can break through it."

With emotion, Fang Xun glanced around the venue again. The stands where they were located were high up and had a broad view. They could see the entire venue at a glance.

However, his sigh was met with contempt from the others. No one wanted to talk to this guy. It would be normal if other people said this.

But for Fang Xun, a monster whose strength has improved at a speed beyond common sense since his rise to power, to say this is completely Versailles.

Fang Xun smiled, ignored the other people's rolling eyes, and scanned the venue.

All you can see are flags of various colors flying, with the names of various sects written on them.

Under the flags are teams of strong warriors, with sage-like auras, vigorous sword skills, vicious and cruel looks, and each with a different aura.

There were also young men and women in gorgeous clothes, looking towards the square of about a mile in the center of the venue, their eyes filled with passion.

This square also serves as an arena. It is large enough that people in the Yang Shen realm can fight here without worrying about affecting the crowds in the surrounding vignettes or stands.

For many people, this arena is also a shortcut to fame. In the hearts of countless people, fame and fortune are everything to them!
Amidst the dazzling array of exhibits, everyone present was an accomplished person. Those who were not skilled enough could not even go anywhere far away, let alone come all the way to Yuzhou to attend the conference.

Passing by the disciples from the sects and families, Fang Xun's gaze turned to those wandering people in the martial arts world.

This group can only stand at the outermost edge, with no roof to provide shade. They usually come here just to watch the fun or cheer.

Of course, there are also many real masters who hide in the city and mingle among the grass. Fang Xun soon discovered one and turned to ask Ren Chunfeng, there are few masters in the world whose existence can be hidden from Tianfeng Tower.

"Do you recognize him?"

Not only Ren Chunfeng, but everyone else also looked in the direction Fang Xun pointed.

At a table in the buffet outside, I saw a middle-aged man in a simple gray robe slurping a bowl of plain noodles, with a long sword in its sheath, its surface covered with dust, standing next to him.

There was also a young man eating noodles next to him, and they seemed to be eating together. However, the young man's face was covered with dust and looked dirty.

At this moment, the chopsticks in the middle-aged man's hand suddenly trembled, like a cat with its fur standing on end. He turned his head sharply and met the three gazes beside Fang Xun.

"Um?!"

Ren Chunfeng, Xiao Wanren and Wu Shanshui were stunned for a moment, then nodded apologetically and immediately looked away.

"Humph!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly to express his displeasure, glanced around vigilantly, then grabbed the young man at the table and hurriedly left the table, blending into the crowd.

Ren Chunfeng smiled bitterly: "He is actually a Yangshen Grandmaster. There are indeed hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the martial arts world."

Xiao Wanren also said helplessly: "Brother Fang, you are really something. You just watch like this without giving any warning."

Brother Fang, however, was gloating over other people's misfortune. A few guys relied on themselves to be Yang Shen Grandmasters and were so rude to snoop into other people's backgrounds. Who would have thought that the person on the other side was also a Yang Shen Grandmaster.

"Didn't I say he was a master?"

"But you didn't say he was a Yang God. I thought he was just a Yin God Grandmaster. Who would have thought that a Yang God Grandmaster would be in such a miserable state."

Fang Xun shook his head: "He has injuries, and they are not light. The young man next to him is also a woman disguised as a man. I guess the two of them are being hunted by their enemies, so they are hiding like this."

As he spoke, he pointed to a certain place and said with emotion: "The Jianghu is indeed full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I saw another Yin Shen master on the outskirts. You should know Old Man Ren, right?

When everyone heard this, they all looked quickly and saw a place close to the crowd outside.

A young man with a weathered expression and full of hatred and resentment silently blended into the crowd.

He was carrying a seven-foot-long spear on his back, but it was wrapped in coarse cloth, so the shape of the spear could not be seen.

Although he looked down and out, everyone soon sensed that he was extraordinary.

"Hey, there is a strong aura about him. He is practicing the 'Flame Spear' which was created by a great master of the Youzhou border army more than 200 years ago. He should be a descendant of a general. How could he be so miserable?"

This person's marksmanship inheritance is related to the military. Even if he encounters trouble, he can go directly to the military to report his origin and inheritance, and the military masters will protect him.

The military is a very protective group. As a descendant of a general, it is absolutely right to turn to the military when you have difficulties.

But this person came to the Jiangnan Martial Arts Conference alone, and no one knew what was going on.

Just when everyone was puzzled, Ren Chunfeng's face became depressed again: "Why is there another one I don't know?"

Of course, he also noticed that there were some masters on the periphery mixed in with the lone travelers in the martial arts world.

As a senior executive of Chunfeng Tower, Ren Chunfeng is familiar with all the masters, big and small, in Jiangnan. He basically knows all of them.

There are not many such great masters who hide themselves in the city and play games, but there are some.

But what made him depressed was that Fang Xun pointed at two in a row, but he didn't recognize either of them.

It would have been fine if he didn't recognize the young man with a gun on his back in the Yin Shen realm. It might be that he had just broken through to the level of Divine Doctor not long ago and had not yet been noticed by the Feng Mei of Tianfeng Tower.

But he didn't even know the Grand Master Yangshen in front of him, which made him, the wind media, very depressed. He always felt that he was unprofessional.

"There are many hidden talents in the martial arts world. It's possible that even the beggars on the street are top masters. I used to think this was an exaggeration, but judging from what happened today, I'm afraid there is some truth to it."

(End of this chapter)