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Previously, he mentioned that Jiang Feng had wanted to try the art of chivalry, but unexpectedly, he unintentionally made a fool of himself, and was even humiliated by "Swift Wind Arrow" Shen Yun.

When Jiang Feng turned around, he realized that the laughter was coming from the middle-aged senior he met at the restaurant earlier. Jiang Feng had been humiliated by someone just now, and he was angry in his heart. Now that he heard laughter again, he held onto the silver spear with his right hand and was just about to flare up when the middle-aged Martial Master said: "Little brother, you don't need to take the matter from the bottom of your heart to heart. "You tried to help that woman out of a chivalrous spirit, but you couldn't predict what would happen in the future. Although things weren't done well, your heart is still a lot better than other cowards." Jiang Feng laughed bitterly, hearing that there was no sense of mockery in his tone, he wrapped his Cold Iron Silver Lance s and cupped his hands in a courtesy: "Thank you senior for your words of consolation, but that man was right, I can only blame myself for not being good at it, which was why I lost my face." The middle-aged Martial Master laughed and said: "Haha, those who practice martial arts must know that they are higher than a mountain. There are no limits to learning, and they don't matter if they suffer some setbacks. What is face to them? Why ruin their mood for those arrogant and conceited disciples." Jiang Feng tied the silver spear back to his back and smiled: "Hearing senior's words, I have learnt a lot, I understand now."

The middle-aged warrior patted on Jiang Feng's shoulder, and said: "Alright, young people cannot lose their resolve for a small matter, you don't have to call me senior, little brother, my name is Feng Ding, if you think highly of me, just call me big brother." Seeing this man be so straightforward, Jiang Feng immediately admired in his heart, and said: "Younger brother Chiang Feng, the rivers, lakes, and rivers, Rui Xuewei has flourished for many years. Big Brother Feng's accent doesn't sound like he's from Beijing, is there an urgent matter for us to attend to in Beijing? " Feng Ding said: "Little brother, follow me, we will walk and talk." Jiang Feng replied.

Feng Ding switched the Coiling-dragon Stick to his left hand and patted the dust off his body, and said: "Brother Jiang, it seems that you have just entered the martial arts world, and do not know of it. This year, the imperial government has held a World Wulin Conference, since the people who roamed the martial arts world have nothing to do, and we are not participating in such a grand ceremony, it is a pity for you to not come." Jiang Feng had already heard Wang Yixin mention this matter last night. He didn't believe it at first, but after hearing Feng Ding say this, he realized it was true, and said: "Then Big Brother Feng, wouldn't it be gathering experts from all over the Martial-arts Circles of Central Plains to come for such a grand gathering?" Feng Ding shook his head: "No, some people will come, but not all of the martial arts experts will come specially for this reason, as long as the sect has some matters to take care of, those that are used to wandering around will not come. Little brother, do you know where we are heading to now?" Jiang Feng was also puzzled, and asked: "Where does Big Brother Feng want to bring me?" Feng Ding said: "We are heading to the west gate to register now, we will go participate in World Wulin Conference together, how about it?" Jiang Feng came out today, wanting to know more about this matter. Coincidentally, Feng Ding was leading the way, but he still said: "I have average martial arts, it is better that I do not go." Feng Ding frowned: "Hey, I'm looking at little brother's movement, your martial arts are definitely not ordinary, why not take this opportunity to get to know more of the hero of Jianghu?" These words suited Jiang Feng's needs, and he said: "Alright, then I will go with Big Brother Feng to register." The two chatted about martial arts along the way, walking quickly.

At the west gate, four tables were set up by officials. The imperial announcement was posted next to the city gate. The bailiff said, "You two will stay and register for silver taels. One silver taels for each person." Feng Ding and Jiang Feng pushed each other aside, but the big bro paid for it. The bailiff said, "Warriors, draw your numbers from this wooden box in order to decide who will be your opponent." Feng Ding touched number thirteen, and Jiang Feng was number forty-nine. The bailiff added: "The two warriors must keep this plate well, and the contestants in the convention must rely on this plate to participate." Feng Ding thanked the bailiff for his reminder.

Jiang Feng thought: Uncle Lei often reminds me that there is always someone better out there. I hope to use this opportunity to get to know some of the heroes of the martial arts world to help me take revenge for my family. Just as he was thinking, Feng Ding said: "Little brother, little brother." Jiang Feng regained his senses and asked: "What commands does Big Brother have for you?" Feng Ding said: "I saw that you were lost in thought, so I called out, heh, let's go, we'll find an inn to rest first." Jiang Feng said: "I won't hide the truth from Big Brother Feng, this little brother has already decided to stay at Yue Lai Inn. How about Big Brother follow me back?" Feng Ding nodded, and said: "That's good." Jiang Feng brought Feng Ding to the Pleasing Inn to stay at for the time being.

Jiang Feng and Feng Ding went back to their respective rooms after eating lunch. Feng Ding had just arrived at the capital this morning, his body was unavoidably tired, and he quickly fell asleep. As for Jiang Feng, due to the ruckus last night, he still wasn't able to sleep well. As he was drinking a cup of tea, he suddenly heard the sound of the window opening slightly, and shouted: "Who?" Outside the window, a shifty-eyed man entered the room and said with a smile, "Hey, brother, you don't recognize me anymore?" It turned out that this person was the "Clever Hands" Wang Yixin. Jiang Feng put down the cup, and said warily: "What are you doing here again? Do you really want me to drag you to the officials before you can be happy? " Wang Yixin smiled mischievously: Brother, don't be too nervous, I have no ill intentions, it's just that I lost to you last night, I am very unconvinced, I know your martial arts are stronger than me, but your Lightness Exercise doesn't seem to surpass me, I want to be friends with you, when we can have a good match. Jiang Feng sneered, and said: "Hmph, being in the same group as a bandit like you, isn't that a joke." Who would have thought that after these words came out, Wang Yixin said furiously: "Hey, I felt that you were a worthy friend, so I specially came to find you. I didn't expect you to say such words. "Even though I'm a thief, the money I stole was to help the poor citizens. I only saved a little money for my own survival, and what's more, I stole money from those rich and evil merchants. If I didn't see you hurrying here in the middle of the night with such a heavy burden on your shoulders, I wouldn't have dared to make a move against you." Jiang Feng saw that although he was a thief, he still spoke with righteousness. Thinking back to how he left a tael of silver last night, Jiang Feng believed that he was right.

Jiang Feng said: "Alright, I was being rude just now. I didn't expect you to be someone who robs the rich to help the poor. I underestimated you. Wang Yixin saw that Jiang Feng had already apologized and said: "Forget it, I came here today to meet your friend. Last night, I mentioned the matter of World Wulin Conference to you, did you register?" He sat down and poured himself a cup of tea. Jiang Feng could see that he did not have any malicious intent, so he sat down with him and said: "I did register this morning, and since it's a Martial Arts Competition, I should be the one to participate, what about you? Why don't you participate? " Wang Yixin sipped a few times, put down the teacup, then laughed: "Ha, I only have this little ability, I won't go and show off, taking advantage of the situation is fine for me, I don't have that kind of ability to wield swords, let me tell you, the first place of this competition has a reward of 500 gold." Jiang Feng said: "There are a lot of people with high cultivation in this world. How could I accept these five hundred liang for one round?" Wang Yixin's expression suddenly became serious, and said: "Brother, forgive me for my bluntness, but if you can enter the top eight, then I'll consider your ability to be powerful." Jiang Feng exclaimed: Then in your opinion, who would have any hope of winning the championship? Wang Yixin said: "From what I have heard, among the participants that came to participate, there are many that are powerful opponents, like Xu Yuan with the Twin Thunderbolt Hammers, Yan Kuo with his powerful blade, Feng Ding with his powerful blade, with his flying meteor, Taoist Tai Xu with his flying hammer, Taoist Tai Xu is a strong warrior, none of them are easy to deal with." When Jiang Feng heard him say out so many names, he secretly admired this person's intelligence. So the Big Brother Feng actually had the nickname of "King of Rod Kings", and more importantly, he had just arrived at the capital this morning, yet Wang Yixin had already found out the information. He couldn't help but feel a lot of disdain in his heart.

Jiang Feng's interest was piqued, and he asked: Then in your opinion, who has the highest chance of winning? Wang Yixin took another sip, and said solemnly: "Speaking of winning, in my opinion, if the few people above were to meet him, it's not necessarily a win." Jiang Feng became even more curious and closely questioned: "Oh? Then, is the person you are talking about Senior Wu Lin or Mt. Tai Shan or Big Dipper? " Wang Yixin shook his head, and said: "No, not only is he not old, he is also very young. But in terms of martial arts, he is extremely strong, and so he is..."

Who exactly did Clever Hands say he was?

And then we'll see how it breaks down in the next round.

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