Since I followed Mr. Jin and helped him get rid of several opponents, I have been doing nothing. Every day, I have practiced my skills, but my progress is quite slow. I have only broken through the 33rd acupoints. I just took this opportunity to improve myself, which can be considered as finding something for myself, otherwise I will be useless.

As for the goal, I didn't think too much about it. I know that there are many masters in the Imperial City, and I am at most a middle-level level. Moreover, the martial arts association in the Imperial City does not limit age and identity. Unlike the provincial capital, only young people under the age of thirty can participate in the war, nor is it limited to the marshal and ordinary members below the captain like Ye Ming's Ministry of War. That's true. There is no difference. Unlimited fighting, from the leader of the sect to the street gangsters, you can compete on the same stage.

——Imagine if I had run into the iron-faced judge, how could I win?

Moreover, the Imperial City is so big, it is much larger than Fengcheng. There must be more than one master of the same level as the Iron-Faced Judge!

So I don’t expect myself to win the championship like in the previous two martial arts competitions. I think about it with my toes and know that it is impossible. How old I am and how long I have been in the Emperor City, I just want to be a stalker in this circle. Isn’t it a fool?

As long as I can achieve a certain improvement in this martial arts meeting, it is enough!

Even Mr. Jin said to me, "Don't be too stressed. If you can beat the previous game, show off your spotlight and give me some face. Even if we don't come in vain."

I'll explain it clearly.

Master Jin happily reported me to me.

The one who hosted the martial arts meeting this year was the champion of the previous martial arts meeting, the boss of the "Yan Luo Sect", nicknamed Xiao Zhong Kui. It is said that he was also the former subordinate of the Great Hell, but no one knows whether it is. After all, the Great Hell has been missing for many years.

But in the Imperial City, there are indeed many nicknames "XX Zhong Kui", "XX Judge" and "XX Horse Face", and they all want to have some connection with the Great Hell. As the champion of the last martial arts meeting, Xiao Zhong Kui's strength should of course not be underestimated. Even the Iron-Face Judge is not his opponent, which shows that.

Xiao Zhongkui's Yan Luo Sect is also the largest in the Imperial City. It is said that there are thousands of people under his command and countless venues. This martial arts meeting was held in a hotel under his jurisdiction. There are 33 floors in this hotel. After his transformation, it has become a professional competition venue. You can enter different floors to compete according to different levels. After advancing, you can enter the next floor. In the end, two people will be selected and the final duel will be launched on the 33rd floor of the hotel.

The thirty-third level means "thirty-three heavens". Being able to reach the top level certainly means reaching the peak. I think this is also what Xiao Zhongkui means.

Mr. Jin's status in the Imperial City is actually quite good. At least he has hundreds of people under his command, which can be considered a middle-level force. But because he has never participated in the martial arts meeting in the Imperial City, there is no relevant record of him at the martial arts meeting, so there is no level saying, so I need to start fighting from the first level.

Mr. Jin felt embarrassed about this. I don’t care. As a newcomer, it’s nothing to start from the first level.

The martial arts meeting will not start for a week, and I also entered a crazy state of practice. There was no suitable place for me to practice in the imperial city, so I ran to the deep mountains and old forests in the suburbs. I collided with the 34th acupoint again and again.

Of course there is no need to say much about the pain and hardships, anyway, I have been used to it.

However, just like before the martial arts competition in the provincial capital, I was not the only one who practiced in the old forest. After a week, I met at least a dozen people from different factions, and they even fought each other. From time to time, they fought together, making the old forest like a paradise mess and bloody storm.

Of course, when I met them, they would hide from each other, and would not participate in the battles of any faction, and would wholeheartedly prepare for the upcoming martial arts meeting.

That afternoon, after I sprinted to the 34th acupoint without any results, I felt a little upset, so I pulled out the charlatan to beat the charlatan and practiced it for a while. The little Hell's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's charlatan's char

It was at this moment that a series of applause suddenly sounded. I looked back in shock and saw an old man with a gray beard walking out of the trees. The old man had a smile on his face, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and his palms were constantly patting him, looking like he admired me very much.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen people, both old and young, the young were only twenty years old, and the old were also forty or fifty years old. The common characteristic was that they were arrogant and looked very awesome.

I didn't know this old man, so I had to stand firm and look at him in confusion.

The old man smiled and said, "Young man, are you holding a charlatan in your hand?"

My heart was shaking. It seemed that there were quite a few people in the imperial city who knew the weapon of the Little Hell. At this moment, there was no need to hide it, so I nodded and said yes.

Then he asked: "Who are you?"

Before the old man could speak, a man next to the old man glared at first and said fiercely: "You are blind, don't even recognize the 'ghost master' of our Ghost King Sect?"

Ghost King Sect!

Of course I am familiar with this name, and it is also a very large force in the Imperial City. It is comparable to Xiao Zhongkui's Yan Luo Sect, the Iron-faced Judge's Hell Gate, and the Lotus Grandma's Yin Cao Palace. This ghost master is the boss of the Ghost King Sect, nicknamed "Smile Ghost". It is said that he is also my father's old subordinate. I don't know if it is true.

When I learned about his identity, I immediately bowed slightly and said, "Hello, Master Gui!"

The smiling ghost waved his hand and said with a smile: "No need to be polite, is the one in your hand really a charlatan?"

I nodded and said yes.

The smiley ghost smiled even happier: "Then you didn't run away. You are the young granddaughter of the Ren family, and you beat up the young master of the Yang family. Later, he was removed from the Dragon Group and became an A-level wanted criminal?"

I really didn't expect that my little thing would be known to everyone, but it was also true that such a chaos occurred in the Yang family, which led to martial law in the imperial city for a period of time. It would be strange if my name could not be transmitted. My old face turned red, but I could only nod and admit that I was right, I was Li Dawei.

Several people around the Smiling Ghost looked at each other, then whispered, and from time to time, "It turns out it's him" sounded, and it seems that everyone knows me. The Smiling Ghost smiled so hard that he couldn't stop smiling: "It's really you. I thought you had escaped from the imperial city, but I didn't expect to meet you here. I'm so brave! Then who are you following now?"

The smiling ghost has a sharp eye and a wise eye. I know that with my situation, if there is no boss, I will definitely not be able to stay in the Imperial City.

I also reported it to the truth and said, "Master Jin!"

The smiley ghost looked confused, obviously he had never heard of the name "Jin Ye". He turned around and asked the people around him. Someone really knew that, and said a few words in his ear. The smiley ghost nodded while listening and said that it was that guy. His luck was really good, and he actually took Li Dawei into his pocket.

Then he said to me: "Li Dawei, it's said outside that you are the disciple of the Little Hell, isn't it true?"

The Little Hell made a big fuss about the Yang family for me, and I was holding a charlatan in my hand. I wanted to say that I had nothing to do with the Little Hell. That was really nonsense. So I didn't deny it, saying that the Little Hell did teach me some kung fu, but I didn't teach much.

I am not lying. Just talking about kung fu, the little king of Hell only passed on me a set of tactics to beat the charlatans, and I mainly rely on the dragon vein diagram.

The smiling ghost nodded with satisfaction: "The stick method you played just now is really good. You have already obtained the true teachings of the little Hell. It's so gratifying."

I felt that the person from the smiley ghost was pretty good, so I sincerely said thank you.

But when he smiled and said, "But to be honest, Lao Jin can protect you for a while, but he can't protect you for a lifetime. If General Yang knew that you were in his place, he would definitely not let you go. Lao Jin would not be able to withstand it then! How about it, should you come to me? I can keep you safe!"

The little king of Hell asked me to surrender to the Iron-Faced Judge, but I took a fancy to the Iron-Faced Judge's status in the underground world of the Imperial City, so I could protect me for no reason. The power of this laughing ghost is no worse than that of the Iron-Faced Judge. It would be not a bragging thing to say if I could protect me. Even if I followed this laughing ghost, Master Jin would not say anything; but I still wanted to join the Iron-Faced Judge's Hell Gate. After all, they really wanted to rescue my mother, and it would not be so easy to change the sect at that time.

So I politely declined the smiley ghost and said that Mr. Jin had the kindness of knowing me. I was not good at betraying him casually.

The smiling ghost waved his hand and said, "It's okay. I can say that Lao Jin is there. I don't know that he dares not let go. The key is whether you want to?"

If the smiley ghost really wants someone from Mr. Jin, Mr. Jin really dare not let it go. But this is not what I want, so I had to bite the bullet and say, "I'm really sorry, now I have a humble identity and I'm really not worthy of the Ghost King Sect..."

Before he finished speaking, the men around the smiling ghost got angry and scolded me for being ungrateful. The smiling ghost's face was not very good-looking, and he said with some displeasure: "Li Dawei, I sincerely invite you, do you have the attitude towards me?"

I definitely can't afford to offend the smiling ghost, and I can't afford to offend the Ghost King's Sect. I quickly said, "Ghost Master, Master Jin really has the kindness of knowing me. This time, the Imperial City Martial Arts Association, he also has high hopes for me, hoping that I can help him earn face, and I also want to take this opportunity to repay him... Why not wait until the martial arts meeting is over before talking about this matter?"

My idea is very simple, just drag it. Drag it until the martial arts meeting begins. If you meet the Iron-faced judge, you can join the Hell Gate. Then the smiley ghost can't say anything else.

My reason convinced the smiley ghost. The smiley ghost nodded and said, "Well, it's really good to repay kindness. Well, let's talk about this after the martial arts will end."

Then, he turned around and said to a young man next to him: "Wang Xiaoyu, who do you think your strength is better than Li Dawei?"

The young man next to the smiling ghost looked just twenty years old. His slender eyebrows and long eyes were not handsome, but he had a unique charm. Wang Xiaoyu was arrogant, and his body was as straight as chopsticks. The blue veins on his hands were bulging. He looked like a rare master.
Chapter completed!