We agreed to become a physical Martial Saint, but you became a mecha Martial Saint?

Chapter 43 Beginning ()

"Felix?"

Patrick tilted his head and asked softly.

"You?!" Felix had never been looked down upon like this before. A burst of anger surged into his heart. He stood up suddenly and looked at Patrick with cold eyes.

"Don't worry, I can't recognize everyone." Patrick smiled apologetically and patted Felix on the shoulder.

Patrick came over and recognized his face, then turned around and walked to the mahogany round table on the other side and sat down, "We at the Secret Sword Sect will sit here."

The five Secret Sword Sect disciples behind him also followed and sat down.

Felix saw Patrick quietly dozing there after sitting down, so he didn't say anything more, just snorted and sat down.

Others who failed to see a good show also sighed with regret, including Feng Yi, the leader of the Kestrel Fist Sect.

"What a pity. It would have looked better if they had fought..." Feng Yi looked in the direction of the two proud men in the distance and sighed with regret.

"Who is stronger, Felix or Patrick?" Zhou Linchen asked after seeing this.

"In this case, as Patrick can be compared with the Sith, the leader of the four spirits, his strength is naturally better than Felix. Felix has been defeated by Patrick before, but it is said that Felix has something different this time. Breakthrough, obviously I want to compete with Patrick again.”

"I have never seen a real strong person!" Zhou Linchen's interest suddenly increased. Although he could tell that the two people were masters, he was not sure how high they were.

"Hahahaha, you have come to participate in the martial arts competition at such a young age, so you must have good talent. No wonder your master brought you here." Feng Yi had a look of understanding, obviously thinking he had guessed Zhou Linchen's thoughts, "But look Just watch, our small sect is not even qualified to fight with them."

There was no explanation that Tang Feng did not come this time. He had said before that he was the leading disciple this time, but this uncle Feng Yi must have thought that he was a disciple who came to participate in the exchange competition, and his master was participating in the qualifying competition. people.

Zhou Linchen then asked some common sense about martial arts in the north and south.

Since ancient times, the martial arts world has been one in which the north is strong and the south is weak. In martial arts conferences, the northern sect has always dominated the top three. The best result among the southern martial arts sects was only the top eight. The southern sects have always been looked down upon.

However, his Baiyun Sect is one of the few southern sects that has gained a reputation, and the previous Snake Stab Fist Sect is also one of them. However, after Olife's death, the Snake Stab Fist Sect is expected to gradually disappear.

Just like this martial arts conference in Kyoto City, Zhou Linchen did not see any disciples from the Snake Stab Fist Sect attending.

Also, Zhou Linchen had a misunderstanding about Juling Sect before, that is, the special passage where Juling Sect disciples drive to pick up martial arts practitioners is not actually the privilege of Juling Sect.

This is because the atmosphere of martial arts in the north is prosperous, and strong martial arts masters can be seen everywhere. If strong martial arts masters are not controlled, conflicts between warriors are likely to arise, which may very well harm the lives of ordinary people.

This is also the reason why the martial arts conference is held in the mountains on the outskirts of Kyoto City. With so many warriors gathering together, although the current thermal weapons are developing very rapidly, ordinary thermal weapons can only be effective against ordinary warriors, so the federal government still has to Send a large number of manpower to take protective measures.

This is also related to the existence of martial arts masters. Generally, martial arts masters can defeat an elite squad of hundreds of people without taking any damage without facing mechas.

For martial arts masters, ordinary thermal weapons cannot cause harm to them at all.

Therefore, the reason for clearing the way this time is to separate warriors from ordinary people and reduce conflicts as much as possible. After all, warriors mostly act based on their own will and are difficult to control.

From Feng Yi's words, Zhou Linchen had a preliminary understanding of the general situation in the martial arts world.

The martial arts conference held every year by the Juling Sect is not so much a collision and exchange in the martial arts world as it is a competition between the Juling Sect, the Secret Sword Sect and the Yuan Yue Sect.

Among them, the Giant Spirit Sect is the strongest. In previous martial arts conferences, they have won the most championships, more than the Secret Sword Sect and Yuan Yue Sect combined.

This year, the four spirits of the Giant Spirit Sect were even more famous. The only other two companies that can compete with Si Ling in terms of reputation are Patrick and Otis.

Therefore, in this underground gambling house about the martial arts conference, the odds of betting on the defending champion of the Giant Spirit Sect are also very small. However, this does not prevent most people from betting their wealth. In their eyes, this option is a sure profit. A no-loss deal.

In the spacious square, the scary magic show in the corner ended, and those very evil people packed up their things and left quickly.

There is an opera to watch in another part of the square. Above is the most famous opera troupe in Kyoto specially invited by Julingmen. There is a small area further away that is used for fighting.

The fighting arena is mainly for martial artists with itchy hands to fight before the martial arts conference. Of course, it is also possible for disciples of sects with some grudges to fight on it.

After staying here for a while, Zhou Linchen returned to Room 91 without seeing any masters like Felix and Patrick.

"Although I don't know how strong they are, they are certainly not as strong as me. It's time to give these northern martial arts sects a little muscle shock..." Zhou Linchen was lying on the soft big bed, squinting his eyes and thinking.

He focused on observing Felix and Patrick today. Zhou Linchen could clearly see that Patrick was stronger. In terms of mentality and confident and calm temperament, Patrick was much better than Felix.

And they all have one thing in common, that is, their muscles are very small.

Small muscles mean weak!

Everything just waits for tomorrow! ——

Kyoto city.

On top of a tall building, neon lights flashed below, like colorful cartoons.

Two figures stood here, their black robes fluttering in the wind, making a "swish" sound.

Chen Xiong stood next to Quan Er and looked at a high mountain in the distance. There were lights shining on the mountainside of that high mountain.

"How long is the integration time?"

"Just short of a close fight."

Quan Er turned his head and looked at Chen Xiong's face that was looming in the darkness. He was a little confused when he heard this, "Evenly matched?"

"Or, desperate situation." Chen Xiong replied calmly.

It seemed like he was discussing what to eat for dinner rather than his own choices.

"Aren't Sis, Patrick and Odis enough?"

"If they can join forces, they may be able to put pressure on me." Chen Xiong shook his head, "Unfortunately, they are all self-proclaimed geniuses..."

"Then if they are not qualified, who else on this blue star can fight with you now?" Quan Er asked with some confusion. He couldn't understand why there was no choice but Chen Xiong was not panic at all.

"Isn't the young master of the Huo family regarded as Quan Wu? That thing hidden under the Huo family is a good opponent."

Chen Xiong turned around and left, his back to Quan Er, and his words drifted into Quan Er's ears along the wind.

"Even Grandmaster Zhang has never achieved the achievement of tearing apart Blue Star's most powerful mecha, right?"

Kenji looked at Chen Xiong's retreating figure and whispered to himself softly, "Is it infinitely close to a fourth-level mecha..."

(End of this chapter)