I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Master Yideng also came with Guo Jing and his wife, but Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong were not seen.

Huang Rong smiled and said, "Since October last year, the Beggars' Sect has spread the news of the three Huashan Sword Contests throughout the country. Dad and Qigong will definitely not be absent."

"It's just that the two old men don't like noise, so they might have been recuperating in a quiet place somewhere in Huashan."

Master Yideng also said: "This kind of lively event, the old naughty boy will never miss it easily, maybe he saw me somewhere, so he didn't show up."

Zhao Zhijing bowed and thanked them. Thinking that Guo Jing and the others had come all the way from Xiangyang City and must be tired from the journey, he arranged for them to have a good rest on the Yunu Peak that day.

Later that day, Zhou Botong showed up as expected, but he was hiding from Master Yideng as if he were trying to cover up his crime. Although everyone found it funny, no one exposed him in person.

The next morning, everyone descended from the Jade Maiden Peak and headed to the top of the North Peak of Mount Huashan. The third Huashan Sword Contest was finally about to begin.

"father!"

"Seventh Duke!"

Just as Huang Rong guessed, Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong had already arrived at Huashan some time ago, but they saw too many idle people around the Jade Maiden Peak, so they looked for another place to stay.

"Hey, I remember the second sword fight when there were only four of us: Brother Qi, Ouyang Feng, Huang, and Jing'er. I didn't expect that there would be so many people competing for the number one spot in the world today."

After hearing Huang Yaoshi's words, everyone was a little confused. Although there were many people coming, except for the Old Boy, Master Yideng, Zhao Zhijing and Guo Jing, the others were just there to join in the fun.

After all, the Huashan Sword Contest is not an ordinary martial arts competition. Think about the time when the Iron Palm Gang leader Qiu Qianren became famous for defeating the entire Hengshan Sect single-handedly. But when he was invited for the first time, he knew he was no match for them and did not attend.

Master Yideng put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Brother Yao, why do you say that?"

Hong Qigong, who was standing next to him, took off the wine gourd from his waist and laughed loudly, "Master Yideng, please don't misunderstand me. Brother Yao was only in a joking mood because of the fools who blocked the road ahead."

Everyone was still puzzled. Huang Yaoshi was one of the five great masters in the world. Who would be stupid enough to block his way? Just then, a mountain breeze blew by, and the sound of iron was faintly heard. They thought it was the "madman" that Hong Qigong mentioned.

Among them, Zhou Botong was the most lively. He immediately ran forward when he heard the noise and had to see what was going on.

The others followed and soon arrived at an open space, where they saw twenty or thirty people, each holding a weapon, including monks, nuns, Taoists and laymen, shouting loudly about who was the best in the world.

"How can we tell who is better after all the chaos? In my opinion, we should fight in pairs. The winner will be qualified to participate in the three sword fights on the top of Mount Huashan!"

A big man wearing a cardigan that revealed his thick hair on his chest shouted, "That's right, the Huashan Sword Contest is no joke. If you don't have some real skills, I think it's better not to embarrass yourself!"

Guo Jing and the others looked at each other in bewilderment. They were not surprised at how extraordinary these people were, but on the contrary, they did not recognize any of them.

The crowd in the field was in an uproar, and they completely ignored Zhou Botong and the people who appeared behind him. When they heard the proposal of fighting alone, several people immediately rushed forward and shouted to challenge him.

Guo Jing was a down-to-earth man. He didn't understand what was going on here, so he turned to his wife and asked, "Could it be that there are always people better than you, and there are so many masters appearing in the martial arts world?"

But just as he finished his words, a man wielding a whip in the field stumbled and tripped himself, falling flat on his face.

The other few who fought with him were not much better, and were far inferior to Guo Fu. If Huang Yaoshi argued with them, he would be lowering his status. Just as Hong Qigong said, they were a group of ignorant and arrogant people.

"Knives and guns are blind, you should all get down the mountain quickly!"

Zhao Zhijing had been in Huashan for a long time, and this time he was the one who initiated the sword fight, so he was the host. He immediately took the initiative to stand up and shouted loudly. This was intended to discourage people from retreating, so the sound spread for miles, echoed in the mountains, and frightened dozens of people in the open space. They couldn't even hold their weapons steadily, and dropped them all to the ground.

Those people stood there for a moment, and suddenly one of them screamed, and they all ran down the mountain together, not even having time to pick up their weapons, fearing that they would lose their lives if they were a step late.

"There are many people in the martial arts world who cheat and steal reputations. This is the first time I have encountered someone who dares to come to Huashan to compete for the world's number one."

Everyone laughed and did not investigate further and continued to head towards the top of Mount Huashan.

When they were almost at the top of the mountain, Huang Rong thought that although this battle would not be a fight of life and death, the fewer spectators there were, the better.

Besides, the cultivation levels of everyone are different. If we wait for everyone to go up, it will take who knows how long.

Huang Rong was pregnant, so she took the initiative to stay. Seeing this, the others also stopped and stayed where they were waiting.

Therefore, the six people who finally reached the top of Mount Hua were Huang Yaoshi, Master Yideng, Hong Qigong, Zhou Botong, Guo Jing, and Zhao Zhijing.

"Amitabha, I haven't fought with anyone for a long time. Today I am just standing by to be a witness."

Master Yideng had been one of the Five Great Masters decades ago, and his cultivation would have only become more profound now. However, after converting to Buddhism, he regarded fame and fortune as illusions, so Huang Yaoshi and others did not force him to gain them.

Hong Qigong sighed, "During the second sword fight, the crazy old poisonous creature was the most skilled, but I'm afraid he is no longer alive."

Huang Yaoshi said: "Seventh brother is a great hero of the time. Don't you know that the new generation is better than the old generation?"

"During the second sword fight, Jing'er was able to fight you and me for 300 moves without losing. In today's fight, I think he has a better chance of winning."

Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong and Master Yideng gathered at the Jade Maiden Peak last year and competed with Zhao Zhijing in internal strength.

Although there was no winner, it has only been less than a year so no matter how much progress we have made, it is still limited.

"What's the point of saying so much? First, defeat me, the old naughty boy!"

Zhou Botong was so excited to see the prey that he could no longer contain himself. He and Guo Jing were sworn brothers, and they hadn't seen each other for a long time, so he immediately used his Kongming Fist to attack.

"This old naughty boy can't sit still for a moment."

Huang Yaoshi shook his head and said with a smile: "Seventh Brother, let's not just sit there and wait. Since Master Yideng is unwilling to take action, then it will be either you or me who will suffer the consequences."

Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi have fought each other several times, and both know that neither of them can do anything to the other, so only one of them needs to take action.

"The older the old beggar gets, the stronger his desire to win becomes. If Brother Yao doesn't mind, let me, the old beggar, go meet this kid."

Hong Qigong was not polite either. He rolled up his sleeves and came to Zhao Zhijing. "Boy, I came all the way to Huashan because of your cooking skills. Whether we win or lose this battle, you have to cook a few good dishes."

Zhao Zhijing bowed and said, "Yes, I just learned a few new dishes, and I will never let you down."

"Great! Let's get started now!" (End of this chapter)