The person who suddenly appeared behind Neng Ren was not someone else, but the abbot of Qixia Temple, and also Neng Ren’s master, Master Huixin.

Huixin looked down at the Neng who was so surprised that she dropped the chicken legs to the ground, and shook her head helplessly. This guy really didn't listen to advice at all.

He didn't know how many times he could bear it after he warned that monks should be able to withstand doubts, and he also punished them many times to endure the wall and think about their mistakes.

This guy always said that he would correct it. Who knew that in a blink of an eye, he came to the back mountain to steal chicken legs, but he really couldn't change it after repeated instruction.

"Master, why are you here?"

Nengren looked at Huixin in front of him with a look of surprise, thinking that this is his secret base, no one should know, how did his master find this place?

As if he could see the thoughts in his heart, Huixin said lightly: "Do you think you can hide this little trick from me?"

Unable to bear it, he nodded immediately. It seems that a great monk like his master can't be easily concealed.

"Master, I know my mistake..." Helplessly, Huixin had to lower her head and whisper to admit her mistake.

Huixin heard this, but she had no expression on her face. He could no longer remember how many times he heard that he could bear to admit his mistake. If this guy could change, there would be a ghost.

But there is no way. Who told him to bring this guy back, and he was his only closed disciple. Even if he got angry, he could only endure it.

"Wipe off the oil from your mouth, I have something important to tell you."

Huixin reminded.

"Okay, master."

Neng's heart was very happy when he saw his master stop pursuing him to steal chicken legs. He hurriedly reached out to take his sleeves and wiped off the oil stains on the corner of his mouth, stood up, and asked seriously: "Master, please tell me."

"In another ten days, it will be the day when the Global Martial Arts Competition begins. This time, I got a place in Qixia Temple, so I plan to let you go and participate."

Huixin replied.

"Global Martial Arts Competition?"

Nengru's face showed doubt and murmured: "Master, are you going to participate in the chicken legs?"

"..." Hearing this, even though Huixin's extraordinary concentration could not help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

Why does this guy have only chicken legs in his mind?

Seeing his master's helpless expression, he could pout and said, "Master, if you don't have chicken legs, forget it, I'll give it up. I'll still not participate."

"This quota is extremely precious. Since it has been handed over to my Qixia Temple and you are my closed disciple, you are naturally the most suitable candidate."

Huixin shook her head, and when she saw Nengang still had an expression of disinterest, she hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's do this. If you are willing to participate in the competition, I will allow you to eat chicken legs for half a month, and you won't have to hide in the world at that time, how about it?"

When he heard this, Naoto was immediately excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He asked in surprise: "Master, are you saying true?"

"Mencius does not lie."

Huixin nodded. Although he was not willing to use this method to make Nengren agree to participate in the competition, there was no way. He could see that the only thing that could attract Nengren was the chicken legs.

There was no way, so he had to give in for the time being.

"Master, you are so good. You are simply my reborn parent!"

He was able to hold Huixin's hands and shouted excitedly, feeling happy. He was able to eat chicken legs openly for half a month, which was the luckiest thing in the world for him.

Huixin glanced at Nenggang with disgust, quickly took away his oil-stained hands, coughed twice, and said, "There is one of the candidates for this time, you know them too."

"Who?"

"Chen Bufan."

"What?

Brother Chen?"

When I heard this name, I was surprised. I really didn't expect that Chen Bufan would also participate in the global martial arts competition.

Huixin nodded and explained: "In this global martial arts competition, China has a total of three places to participate. In addition to you, there are Chen Bufan, vice president of the China Martial Arts Association, and Ye Chen, the young owner of Zangjian Villa."

"Brother Chen is actually the vice president of the China Martial Arts Association?"

He was even more surprised that he had thought Chen Bufan's origin was not simple, but he did not expect that the other party was actually the vice president of the Wushu Association.

Now, as the overlord of China, the Wushu Association has a strong power. I wonder how many people are proud to be able to join the Wushu Association.

Chen Bufan was young and took the position of vice president of the Wushu Association, which can be said to have an unlimited future.

What I can't bear is that Chen Bufan has made an indelible contribution to the reason why the Martial Arts Association can reach its current height.

Huixin's face was also filled with a hint of admiration. Similarly, it was only in the past two days that he learned that Chen Bufan actually had such an identity background. He secretly sighed in his heart that he was worthy of being a young genius.

There is really an amazing figure in the Chinese martial arts world.

"Hehe, I felt very close to Brother Chen before, but I didn't expect to meet again so soon. And this time I was still fighting side by side, which is really fun."

I can bear the look of expectation on my face and haven't seen Chen Bufan for a while. I can take this opportunity to talk about the past.

Huixin smiled helplessly and reminded: "This time you go down the mountain, don't just think about going to play. The Global Martial Arts Competition is related to my face in China. You must do your best, do you understand?"

"Don't worry, Master, I won't embarrass you."

Unbearable nodded immediately. Although he was careless on weekdays, he would not lose his links at such critical moments.

When Huixin heard this, she nodded slightly, her eyes turned to the distance, and a look of expectation appeared on the face that had always been calm.

"This time the Global Martial Arts Competition may be extremely exciting."

...This is a deep mountain that seems to be isolated from the outside world.

The peaks are towering like clouds, and their shape is extremely strange, like a long sword penetrates straight into the sky. Beneath the surrounding mountains, there is a sense of heroism of "seeing all the mountains at a glance".

This mountain is called "Zangjian Mountain".

And above Zangjian Mountain, there is a hidden villa called Zangjian Villa.

It has been a century since Zangjian Villa stood there. The reason why it has become a well-known force in the Chinese martial arts community is that since its establishment, Zangjian Villa has been studying swordsmanship and has cultivated many swordsmanship geniuses.

Ye Zangfeng, the owner of Zangjian Villa, is a rare late-stage strongman in the swordsman realm. Looking at the entire China, he is also one of the top experts.

In the villa, many disciples are practicing sword diligently. Almost everyone has a certain talent in swordsmanship, otherwise they would not be qualified to enter the Tibetan Sword Villa.

At this moment, in the back mountain, there were dense forests.

A young man was wearing a black robe, fluttering in the wind, holding a simple long sword in his hand, and his eyes were covered with a black belt, which looked a sense of handsomeness.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, blew the hair in the young man's ears.

At the same time, fallen leaves are floating.

At this moment, the man suddenly slapped his palm and the sword in the scabbard shook out. Then he held the sword tightly and his figure flashed like a ghost.

"Sword drawing!"

Swish swish swish! The man waved the sword in his hand like lightning, and suddenly a series of sharp sword energy spread out. The fallen leaves floating in the air were cut into pieces by the sword in the man's hand, and they poured down like snowflakes.

The sword was fired! The next moment, as the fallen leaves were floating all over the sky, the man suddenly swept past with a sword energy like a substance.

"boom!"

A huge rock in front of him exploded and gravel fell everywhere.

If it were a person standing in front of him, it would probably be bloody now.

The power of this sword can be seen.

Not far away, several disciples from Zangjian Villa looked at this scene, their faces filled with shock.

"The young master's swordsmanship is becoming more and more sophisticated."

"Yes, the young owner of the mansion is so young that he has already crossed the threshold of the Heavenly Realm. He is really the first genius in my Cangjian Villa in a century."

"It's not just Zangjian Villa, but also looking at the entire Chinese martial arts community, there are only a handful of people who can compare with the young owner."

"..." Several people whispered, and their eyes were filled with deep respect when they looked at the young man.

This person is Ye Chen, the young owner of their Cangjian Villa.

It is also the first early-stage strongman in the Jiandao Tianren Realm who is less than 30 years old since its establishment, and can be called a swordsman genius.

You know, even their owner will be after the age of thirty when he reaches the early stage of the Heavenly Realm.

From this we can see that Ye Chen's talent is indeed extraordinary.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came.

Several disciples turned around and looked. When they saw the middle-aged man walking slowly, they suddenly trembled all over, their faces were full of respect, and they all respectfully clasped their fists and said: "Master of the Manor!"

The middle-aged man was wearing a long robe, and his body exuded a sense of self-power without anger. His eyes were sharp and he had a natural aura of superiors.

This person is the owner of Zangjian Villa, a real late-stage strong man in the Heavenly Realm, Ye Zangfeng.

"The young owner of the manor practices swords here again?"

Ye Zangfeng glanced at the few people and asked.

"Yes, the young owner's strength has improved a lot more than before."

Several people answered immediately.

Ye Zangfeng nodded, looked at Ye Chen who was concentrating on practicing swords in the dense forest, and smiled quite satisfied.
To be continued...