roadside.

A young girl turned her head frequently, and Chen Yiming immediately pretended to be calm and his chest was even more straight, as if he hadn't seen it at all.

He said to himself: "Sure enough, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. I always felt that something was missing before. It turned out that my hairstyle was too casual."

The height is cold, and more so is loneliness.

Since becoming a martial artist in the country, he has become increasingly fond of concealing his identity and integrating into social groups, rather than becoming a center of power and busy with government affairs like the ancient emperors.

For example, he wanted to secretly manipulate Jiangnan Province and even the Daxia Kingdom, and become a force similar to the Western world consortium. Faced with the existence of rebellion and suppression of other martial arts soldiers in the state, the government and the military could only surrender and cooperate.

At the same time, I also better understand why the ancient emperors were willing to take risks and travel as commoners.

I wanted to cut my hair and then go to the deep mountains and forests of the wilderness area to practice for a day. As I walked, he turned a corner and went to the park square of Donghu City.

...

The square is very lively.

From time to time, birds fall into the square in the sky and get food from some bird lovers.

Many young people fight in pairs, confirming what they have learned, and gaining insights from each other's help to check for omissions and fill in the gaps.

Chen Yiming wandered around and found that many people were discussing the name "Feng Wuji" and what happened to this person.

He thought to himself: "It's faster than I used to advance from the ordinary martial arts realm to the half-step martial arts realm."

Either a situation similar to Yuan Chengwei occurred in Feng Wuji, or the trial land stimulated his hidden mental talent."

In the three stages of the Martial Arts, the extraordinary power of internal strength is used. The internal strength changes in the form and the internal strength fusion. The essential difference lies in the depth of control over the internal strength.

The mental talent is activated, and the ability to control mental power suddenly reaches a level similar to that of a slight slightest, and it is indeed possible to fully control the internal energy very quickly.

Then a qualitative change occurred quickly, completing the substantialization of mental power, becoming a half-step martial arts realm, shocking the world.

A girl walked towards Chen Yiming, patted his shoulder from behind, and shouted: "Senior Brother Chen, long time no see."

Chen Yiming had long noticed the person behind him. It was Song Shanshan who was abducting the genius girl Shen Mengwei back to the mountain gate.

The other party thought he was a disciple of the Wanxiang Sect.

He glanced at Song Shanshan and said, "It's you! Is it alone?"

Song Shanshan nodded and said, "I stayed in the Mantis Snake Sword Hall to practice martial arts. Meng Wei passed the assessment and entered the Wanxiang Gate to practice."

Chen Yiming nodded and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"It's okay, isn't this just happening to meet? How can the Martial Arts Academy of the Demon City be compared with the Wanxiang Gate? If it weren't for your recommendation, Meng Wei would be covered with pearls." Song Shanshan looked enthusiastic, with a strong tone.

Chen Yiming felt silent in his heart. The Beijing Martial Arts Academy and the Magic City Martial Arts Academy, the two most famous martial arts academies in the Daxia Kingdom, may have an advantage in competing for talents with ordinary provincial sects.

But facing the Wanxiang Sect, where Zhenguo Martial Arts Master, the attraction suddenly decreased by several levels.

"That... I want to ask, is Feng Wuji's deeds real? The land of trial is so magical that it can make people change their lives another day."

Suddenly, Song Shanshan began to show her shameless character and asked with hope.

Chen Yiming coughed and gave a ruthless blow: "It depends on people, for example, the potential in your body can be filled with a glass of water, while the potential in Feng Wuji's body can be filled with a water jet truck."

Just finished speaking.

Song Shanshan was stunned in place, the hope on her face disappeared instantly, and the blood faded and pale appeared.

From the Martial Arts to the Half-Step Martial Arts, almost everyone fantasizes about such things coming to their heads, and they inevitably feel lucky.

Now that glimmer of hope is broken in person, it is uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, and super uncomfortable.

Chen Yiming also felt that his words were too realistic, so he added: "If you can calm down and practice hard, you may have a chance to see the extraordinary power of internal strength in the future."

This is not aimless. On the surface, Song Shanshan seems to have limited talent, but she has a powerful best friend Chen Mengwei.

If Song Shanshan relied on herself alone, she would not be able to reach the threshold of the martial arts realm for another ten or twenty years. However, with the help of her best friend's external force, she may not be without a chance.

Sometimes, choices are more important than efforts, and there is some truth.

Watching Song Shanshan leave, Chen Yiming sighed in his heart that the rapid expansion of the influence of the Trial Land has risen to the level of discussion among the whole nation.

Martial arts have always been the dream of countless young people, but in fact, there are still a small number of people who really embark on this path.

This involves spending a lot of time and money, persevering every day, and practicing hard in the torment of being in place from time to time.

The appearance of Feng Wuji seems to have made countless people with mediocre martial arts talent see hope of changing their lives another day.

Just when Chen Yiming was about to finish his wandering and go to the deep mountains for daily practice, Wang Ronghui called.

The phone simply mentioned: The Southern Anhui Provincial Government intends to invite Chen Yiming as the party member of the mediation team to lead the team to Qingshan Sect to help solve the internal fight at the Qimen Sword Gate.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yiming thought about it and understood what was going on.

It involves the half-step martial arts realm, and no one within the southern Anhui Provincial Government can talk to Feng Wuji on an equal basis in terms of strength.

You know, Xiao Mingshan, the leader of the sect, died suddenly that night, and no one could understand the true character of Feng Wuji.

The Southern Anhui Provincial Government is also afraid that the two sides will have conflicts without reason if they are not in equal strength.

However, internal strife and bloodshed incidents must be resolved. There are not many people who are capable, have enough weight to speak, and can take time out. It seems that Chen Yiming is the only one who is suitable.

...

Jiangnan Provincial Government Office Area, a conference room.

Chen Yiming was arranged to sit in the main seat, and a female civil servant in a small suit next to her enthusiastically handed the tea.

He said thank you, and the female civil servant was immediately overjoyed and smiled brightly.

Sitting around the conference table, there were Wang Ronghui, the top leader of the province, Zhu Song, one of the four-person team in Beijing, as well as a young man, and a middle-aged man.

The young man was named Zheng Hong, with a long blue sword tied around his waist. He belonged to the military sect of Zhenguo who was in charge of the southern part of the Great Xia Kingdom. Chen Yiming had seen it at the scene of the corpse of the deformed monster before.

The middle-aged man was named Huang Guangqing, the second-in-command of southern Anhui Province. He was responsible for managing the civil martial arts forces in the province on weekdays, so he was arranged to take charge of the matter.

"Let me introduce you to the current situation of Qingshan Sect." Wang Ronghui and other female civil servants brought the door and said to Huang Guangqing.

Huang Guangqing nodded, got up and plugged in the storage device for the projector, and clicked on the remote control to project the top-secret information on the screen.

The video begins to play, presenting the scene of the Qingshan School’s Qimen Jianmen Competition, and each competition between disciples is recorded.

Judging from the scene, it is obvious that the disciples of the Sword Sect win more than they lose less, and most of the disciples of the Qi Gate look red and blue, and they are extremely angry.

Huang Guangqing pressed the pause and briefly introduced: "The foundation-building stage of Qingshan School's Qimen Technique is longer, but the stamina is also more powerful. The number of middle-aged and elderly people in the generation is much more powerful than that in the Jianmen.

The foundation-building stage of the sword sect is relatively short, and the stamina is much worse than that of the valve, but the actual combat effect in the early stage is good, which makes up for the quality gap between disciples to a certain extent.

It is recorded that before the trial land appeared, in the annual competition between the disciples of both sides, the Qimen disciples rely on their advantage of student source quality, even though the combat power of the martial arts they practiced in the early stage was relatively weak, they had never been defeated."

Chen Yiming probably restored the scene in his heart, the Qingshan Sect disciples who were not in the camera during the competition.

The disciple of the Sword Sect who returned from the trial land relied on his skyrocketing strength to easily abuse the Qi Sect disciple who was in the same state in the past but was more valued.

Once you are proud, you probably have nothing good to say, ridicule, show off, sarcasm, etc. are inevitable.

The disciple of the gas valve was very angry, but he couldn't beat him, so the more he went on the competition, the more embarrassing he was.

Huang Guang counted the remote control and the paused video continued.

At the end of the competition, an elder of Jianmen stood up and proposed to the sect leader Xiao Mingshan in front of everyone:

From now on, Jianmen must obtain due respect and require the Qingshan Sect to re-dividate resources and change the past allocation plan.

Then, several other Sword Sect elders came out to support, and the same was true for many Sword Sect disciples.

For a moment, the sect leader Xiao Mingshan and many Qimen elders were embarrassed by the powerful people of Jianmen.

Huang Guangqing paused the video again and explained: "The founder of Qingshan School established a rule to divide the resource allocation plan for the next year through the annual disciple competition, and the position of the sect leader and more cultivation resources have always been controlled by the air valve."

After hearing this, Chen Yiming murmured in his heart: "No wonder the disciples of the Qimen were so angry that they were not only humiliated, but also had to abide by the rules of the ancestors at that time and give some of the cultivation resources to the Jianmen next year.

The ancestor of Qingshan Sect didn't know what he thought. One sect and two sects wanted to compete with each other, but judging from the insufficient stamina of the sword sect, there was a clear gap in the skills between the two sides.

And Qiguan has been controlling Qingshan Sect for a long time, and perhaps subconsciously treating Jianmen as a vassal, how could he accept the other party climbing onto his head at once?"

All the conference rooms were silent, and no one expressed their opinions for the time being.

Huang Guangqing paused, clicked the remote control again, and the video continued.

Xiao Mingshan rejected the request of the elder of the Jianmen to redistribute resources on the grounds of cheating through the trial.

This made it difficult for everyone in Jianmen to accept the rules set by the ancestor. Xiao Mingshan, the sect leader, took the lead in breaking them.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle between the valve and the sword gate. One of the elders of the Jianmen made a harsh statement: "Either accept the reallocation of resources, or everyone in the Jianmen left the Qingshan Sect to set up another mountain gate."

When the leader of the sect, Xiao Mingshan, heard this, his face turned gloomy, and he suspected that the elder of the Jianmen came prepared and his real purpose was to split the Qingshan Sect.

He jumped, and his internal strength turned into a qi claw, covering half of the sky, and grabbed the elder of the Jianmen who was making harsh words from the air.

Seeing this, the elder of Jianmen angrily cursed: "Xiao Mingshan, you an old man, don't follow Zuju, and you didn't treat Jianmen as a Qingshan sect at all. Now you still want to persecute your fellow disciples. I'll fight with you."

After the words came to an end, not only did not hide but met, but the sword stabbed out, accompanied by a torrent of green and red energy.

However, the gap in realm shows that the momentum is huge as soon as you make a move. The air claws effortlessly break the torrent of blue and red energy, and it seems that the power has not been much weakened.

Seeing this, the elder of Jianmen immediately cursed: "Damn it! Xiao Mingshan, you really dare to kill him."

At this time, it was too late to hide, and everyone seemed to have foresaw the next second.
To be continued...