C1010 A Storm Breeds Seven Hundred and Fifty-two

"Alright, fellow villagers and elders, since you have proven our sincerity, then let's say that today's competition is about to begin, we invite Young Noble Wu Hua!" As soon as the shopkeeper's voice fell, a man descended from the sky, and then slowly landed on the ground. He was dressed in a brocade robe, and his hair was scattered in front of his chest, and he held a folding fan in his hands