The beginning of Tianlong is second to Murong Fu

Chapter 218

Ulsan.

God knife door.

At the entrance of the mountain gate, a few men in white costumes with swords on their backs stood guard on both sides, checking the hero cards of the various factions entering the mountain.

All the sects who were able to participate in the martial arts conference this time have received hero invitations from Shendaomen.

Four beggars, two old and two young, mixed in the crowd, slowly walked towards the door, dressed in ragged clothes and unkempt, they looked like they hadn't had a full meal for several days.

"stop!"

As soon as the four beggars reached the door, they were stopped by disciples of the Shendao Sect guarding the door.

"Where's your hero post!?"

One of the members of the Divine Sword Sect looked at the four people who looked more like the Beggar Gang than the Beggar Gang, and asked with a cold face.

"We belong to the beggar gang. We got separated from the gang leader and came late."

One of the young beggars looked at the gatekeeper and said with a wry smile.

"I'm asking about your hero posts?!"

The gatekeeper didn't seem to want to listen to their nonsense, so he asked impatiently.

"This made you ask. Of course, the hero post is in the hands of our leader. His old man has already entered. We are just ordinary disciples. Where did the hero post come from?"

The young beggar spread his hands and said helplessly.

The gatekeeper frowned, looking at the four people in front of him, hesitant.

"Why? Don't you believe me? Or are you saying that you don't want me to go in because of our tattered clothes?"

The young beggar seemed a little anxious. He stared at the gatekeeper and asked loudly, which attracted the attention of many passers-by.

"Everyone who enters the mountain must have a hero card."

The gatekeeper frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Why can't you understand the words? I said that the hero post is in the hands of our leader. We got separated so we came late. Otherwise, you go in and call our leader and let him give it to you. Look! Do you dare?! If it is said that you Shendao Sect look down on our beggars, wouldn’t it be enough for our beggars to withdraw from this martial arts conference? To avoid being looked down upon!”

The young beggar became more and more angry, and his voice became louder and louder. Those people who were originally looking at him also stopped, and gathered around, talking in a low voice.

The gatekeeper saw more and more people gathered at the scene, looked at the other companions solemnly, gritted his teeth, and waved his hands at the four beggars hastily.

"Go in, go in, hurry up and join the members of your beggar gang, don't walk around casually, or cause trouble, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

The gatekeeper said threateningly as he stepped aside to open the door.

"cut!"

The young beggar curled his lips in disdain, and swaggered in with the other three beggars.

The crowd of onlookers saw that the good show had ended, restored order, and entered the mountain gate one by one.

The four beggars passed a large martial arts training ground and came to the backyard, but they did not expect that the backyard was even bigger, all of which were small courtyards not far from each other, and each sect that entered the mountain was arranged in its own In the courtyard, make sure to avoid friction and private combat as much as possible before the martial arts conference begins.

Everyone said that they came to choose a martial arts leader to be the leader and lead the Central Plains martial arts to crusade against Tianmen, but now it is obvious that the title of martial arts leader is far more important than the purpose of this matter. Everyone wants to be the leader. Make an effort.

After passing by the courtyards of Shaolin and other sects, the four of them finally saw the small courtyard where the Beggar Clan lived from a distance, and were about to go there, but the young beggar suddenly stopped in his tracks because he found a familiar, unfamiliar Probably shouldn't be here either.

A seductive woman in white and a woman in green with a sword slowly walked into a quiet courtyard.On the plaque at the gate of the courtyard, the name of the sect that lives in this courtyard is written: Furong Sword Sect.

Furong Sword School?

"Is there such a sect in Jianghu?"

The young beggar turned his head and glanced at the other two male beggars beside him, and asked in a deep voice.

"Never heard of it."

One of the male beggars shook his head and said.

"Looking at the names, there should be female disciples here, right?"

Another male beggar also said slowly.

The young beggar shook his head, looked at the name again, and walked hesitantly to the small courtyard of the beggar gang.

The four of them sneaked in when no one was looking.

During dinner, the four beggars took some food, hid aside and started eating alone, without gathering with others.

But sometimes it seems that the more you want to avoid others, the more others will find you. When the four of them were eating, a beggar happened to pass by.

"Who are you? Why do you still hide and eat after eating?"

The beggar looked curiously at the four people hiding in the corner and asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing, it's quieter here, we like quietness."

The young beggar smiled and said slowly.

"But why don't I know you? Are you under that elder?"

The beggar frowned and looked at the four of them, as if he always felt that these four were different from him.

"We are under Elder Wu."

The young beggar smiled and said.

"Elder Wu? But I know all of Elder Wu's subordinates, why have I never seen you?"

The beggar seemed even more curious.

The other two male beggars sitting next to the young beggar secretly clenched their fists, and their expressions changed a little.

"We're new here, what's up? Any questions?"

The young beggar frowned, still looked at the beggar with a smile on his face, and said slowly.

"newcomer?"

The beggar was talking to himself, still frowning and looking at the four of them, as if he still had doubts.

"Oh, are you finished?! Do you know me? Don't you just want to eat our food?! Here you go! Starved ghost reincarnated?! So much talk!"

The young beggar stood up, handed out the food in his hand, and said with a look of disdain.

The beggar froze for a moment, turned around and walked away, cursing as he walked.

"Neuropathy!"

After watching the man leave, the young beggar finally heaved a sigh of relief, but a faint sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Not long after dinner, people from Shendao Sect sent news, claiming that all sects had arrived, and the martial arts conference would be officially held tomorrow.

The main event is finally about to be staged. After tomorrow, we will know who can become the leader of the martial arts alliance.

late at night.

The entire Shendao Sect became unusually quiet, and all the sects and factions seemed to be sleeping soundly, probably recharging their energy for tomorrow's position as the leader of the alliance, planning to show their talents.

However, in the small courtyard of the Furong Sword Sect, a figure sneaked in like a ghost, quietly hiding in the darkness.

Under the moonlight, one could vaguely see that it was a ragged beggar.

(End of this chapter)