"Okay!" The master, who was not caring about his face, stood on the roof of the thatched cottage and applauded wildly.

The apprentice pulled the master's trouser leg and whispered: "Master! You can't even tell such an obvious fake match? Are you serious in presbyopia?"

The master applauded, and lowered his head and said to his apprentice: "In two hours, we will have lunch. The family of Dian Cang Sect is very prosperous. We will definitely place more than a dozen tables of water mats later. Anyway, we applaud and applaud, so we won't spend money. Now I will give him face. If I don't pay the gift, I will eat the mat later. He will give face and not expose me. This is not a dizzy eye, it is called human nature."

"Disciple! The world is dangerous, and you still need to learn a lot."

While speaking, the master applauded even more intensely and even waved at Liu Gaoren on the ring, and was as enthusiastic as if he was a ten-year-old fan.

Around the arena, there were people in the world who had taken money and had five cents of silver and were cheering and applauding warmly, pushing up the overall atmosphere, while those real experts were mostly watching coldly.

Today is the first day of the competition.

The main masters who inspired everyone to come here did not show up. Where did the real masters come from? Going on stage to compete?

It simply lets those who seek fame play on the ring, which can be regarded as performing a show for everyone and liven up the atmosphere.

As long as Bai Xiaosheng is not stupid, he will never put this Liu Gaoren on the Tianlist.

Of course, outside the Heavenly List, it is hard to say about the list of masters in the martial arts world, the list of strange people, the list of famous people, etc. with insufficient credibility.

After all, Bai Xiaosheng also wants to have a meal!

In addition to selling intelligence.

Another important business of Bai Xiaosheng is to become famous for his fellow martial arts members in the martial arts world.

How to become famous? It’s nothing more than creating a list, then creating one or two real experts to support the scenes on the list, and then ranking the rankings according to the ‘contribution’ and promoting them to varying degrees.

Whoever gives more money will rank higher, and the more powerful the ones who are boasted will be.

Liu Gaoren got off the ring with satisfaction, and a new "hero" from the world was called up, and then he had already made up the routine.

Several scholars kneeling beside the ring were writing quickly.

While drawing the fight scene, you can subjectively add some of your own imagination to make the scene more intense and exciting. On the other hand, someone uses outstanding writing style to describe the fight scene in a very detailed manner.

After the martial arts competition, the protagonists of the scrolls and manuscripts will take the initiative to send money to their door, then take away the manuscript and print them in large quantities.

It was issued everywhere in the name of Bai Xiaosheng's on-site copying.

The so-called rivers and lakes, the ancient road is windy and thin horses, the sunset is setting, and the sword is alone, the sword is proud of the sky, the life and death battles are fought in the maple leaves, the long streets and alleys meet and smile to eliminate grudges. This kind of romantic feeling is not without.

But for ordinary people, it is just about money coming and going, and interests are entangled.

"What a bullshit martial arts competition? She was angry when she watched it."

"So many bird things wasted the time of the family. If you have the courage, let the family go to the stage. The family alone picked all their wine bags." In the crowded crowd, a monk in black with a thick beard spoke his truth without hesitation.

He pulled off the mask of the hypocritical martial arts world without hesitation and stepped on it hard.

The bustling mountain top, quiet down.

Then more criticisms rushed towards the monk in black.

They all use money to do business.

Obviously, professional supporters and professional trolls are the same group of people.

The better they are at supporting the market, the better they are at smuggling.

From being simply arrogant and ungrateful, to being a monk without practicing verbal virtue, breaking the precept of anger, to being ashamed of the Buddha and having no face to live in the world.

Step by step, pressing step by step. It seems that every sentence makes some sense, but in fact it is provocative and ridiculed, forcing people to die.

If you have a weaker mind, you will be angry and go crazy after hearing these words.

Among the people who criticized the monk in black, there were the help invited by the martial arts "heroes" who fought against counterfeit competitions, and there were also professionals who arranged for Bai Xiaosheng to "maintain order" among the crowd.

After all,...Arranging competitions and then playing counterfeit matches to help the "partners" become famous is also Bai Xiaosheng's business.

The monk in black was frank and was trying to make Bai Xiaosheng's job.

How can I bear it?

Bai Xiaosheng is not a truly fair and just official organization. He always has his own purpose to do something.

The monk in black was too lazy to slap this verbal. He jumped more than ten feet high and landed on the competition platform like a big black bird. Then he clasped his fists and said to the four sides: "Although this competition was built by Bai Xiaosheng, pride is our own and dignity is our own. The Sa family has not read many books. In the temple, he used to recite scriptures with the old monk, and he would doze off whenever he recited scriptures. The old monk said that the Sa family had no wisdom, but the Sa family also knew that the Buddha could not tell lies."

"Today, the family breaks the three precepts and speaks here. If anyone is dissatisfied, come to the stage to argue."

"The competition is just a matter of horizontal and verticality. The winner stands while the loser lies down. The winner is right, and the loser ignores."

"Isn't it a pleasure to understand simply?"

The words of the monk in black did not cause any response that shocked the audience in the noisy crowd.

When a person is not famous, no matter how reasonable the words make sense, they will not be strong.

"It's right! The competition is just about standing and lying down. It's so fancy... It's not a good thing. When did this martial arts world talk more? Didn't it rely on their own abilities?" The speaker was not loud, but it suppressed the entire audience, leaving the entire top of Jiupan Mountain silent for an instant.

The person who spoke from Qijian Villa.

It is the young sword god who has become famous in recent days.

For people in this world, his name is Ying Siming.

As for the monk group, he is Dugu Ming.

People love money, but they are even more afraid of death.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

The name of the young sword god is enough to suppress the whole audience and let those who are short of the night before extinguish the sound.

"Young Master Ying said it well. The ring competition is not a theater opera."

"People in the world should still judge their level by martial arts!" The gentle but cold voice was like a handful of melting ice water in spring, which penetrated into people's hearts.

It is cold, but comfortable, relieving the boredom and depression in people's hearts.

Among the flying white ribbons, a woman in white clothes and an ice-colored sword fell from the sky with white silk.

She fell in a corner of the ring like a fallen leaf.

The whitest Runan white veil in the world, when worn on her body, it was actually a dimmer than her skin.

It was not only white like snow, but also emitting light, soft light like jade.

She is slender, but she does not look thin, and has never shown any sign of bone.

Those eyes and those red lips seemed to stir the fire in people's hearts.

She is a woman like snow and jade.

But in the heart of a man, fire and thunder are lit.

The monk in black looked at the woman blankly.
Chapter completed!