I walk sideways in the game world

The setting sun cast a golden glow over the ancient martial arts arena, gilding the bluestone slabs. The annual martial arts conference was held there, bringing together masters from various sects. The atmosphere was bustling. When Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin arrived, the crowd erupted in excitement.

"Look, that's the young master Ren who has become famous recently!"

"I heard that he has great martial arts skills at such a young age. I really want to see him for myself!"

Feeling the burning gazes from all around him, Ren Xiaoyao remained composed as he walked straight towards the registration desk. Xia Lin followed closely behind him, whispering a warning, "Brother Xiaoyao, this conference is packed with experts, so you'd better be careful."

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly, his eyes showing confidence: "Don't worry, I have a plan in mind."

After registering, Ren Xiaoyao was assigned to an open field for the competition. His opponent was a renowned veteran, wielding a bronze broadsword and imposing intimidating presence. However, Ren Xiaoyao seemed at ease. His nimble form and refined footwork easily parried his opponent's attacks. After a few rounds, the veteran was already showing signs of defeat, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Thank you!" Ren Xiaoyao seized the opportunity and struck the old senior in the chest, knocking him back several steps.

The old man bowed and said, "Young man, your martial arts are so powerful that I have to admit I am inferior to you!"

In the following matches, Ren Xiaoyao easily won with overwhelming advantage. His swordsmanship was sharp and his palms powerful, breathtaking. The crowd erupted in cheers, and many began to inquire about the origins of this young master.

"Who on earth is this Young Master Ren? How could he be so powerful?"

"He's so young, yet his martial arts skills have already reached perfection. The young are truly formidable!"

In the crowd, a woman in white quietly watched Ren Xiaoyao on the field, a strange glint in her eyes. She was the renowned female swordswoman Lin, renowned for her exquisite swordsmanship and her righteous deeds. She had come to observe this martial arts conference, hoping to find a skilled warrior to join her in the fight against evil.

Seeing the amazing strength displayed by Ren Xiaoyao, Lady Lin felt a stir in her heart, vaguely feeling that this person might be the one she was looking for. She decided to find an opportunity to approach Ren Xiaoyao and find out more.

After the competition, Ren Xiaoyao walked out of the martial arts arena surrounded by the crowd, but suddenly felt a cold gaze falling on him. He turned around and saw a woman in white standing not far away, staring at him intently.

"Young man, please stay." Lady Lin walked up to Ren Xiaoyao, her cold voice tinged with admiration. "I see you have extraordinary martial arts skills. I wonder where you learned your skills?"

Ren Xiaoyao saw that the other party had an extraordinary temperament, so he bowed and said, "My name is Ren Xiaoyao, and I am a disciple of Senior Guiguzi." He naturally would not reveal the fact that he came from another world, so he brought out the name of a hermit master in the game world.

"So you are the disciple of Senior Guiguzi. I am so sorry for your disrespect." A hint of surprise flashed in Lady Lin's eyes. Guiguzi is a well-known legendary figure in the martial arts world. No one expected that his successor would be so young and promising.

"Miss Lin, you are too kind. I only have a basic understanding of it." Ren Xiaoyao said modestly.

The two of them had a very pleasant conversation, discussing everything from martial arts moves to anecdotes of the martial arts world, and felt that they had met too late.

At this time, the leader of the martial arts conference who presided over the conference walked onto the stage and announced that the final winner of the conference was Ren Xiaoyao.

The crowd erupted in excitement, their cheers resounding through the air. As per tradition, the ultimate winner would receive a precious prize. However, when the leader of the martial arts world opened the treasure box and prepared to announce the prize, everyone was stunned.

The treasure box contained not a priceless sword, but an ancient secret manual. On the cover of the manual were written four large characters: "Nine Yang Magic Skills".

"This... isn't this the legendary long-lost peerless martial art?" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"It is said that practicing this skill can achieve immortality and shatter the void. Could this legend be true?"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the secret book. Greed, envy, jealousy...all kinds of emotions spread among the crowd.

Ren Xiaoyao took the secret book, his heart filled with doubts. The appearance of this secret book was too strange, and there must be a hidden secret.

He looked up at the crowd, only to find several of them with particularly cold eyes, staring intently at the secret book in his hand, as if trying to see through it. Ren Xiaoyao's heart trembled, and he calmly put the secret book into his arms and turned to leave.

"Young Master Ren, please stay." A deep voice sounded behind him. Ren Xiaoyao stopped and slowly turned around. He saw a figure in black clothes and a bamboo hat standing behind him. The figure said in a cold tone, "Someone wants to see you..." Ren Xiaoyao calmly put the secret book into his arms and asked calmly, "Which friend wants to see me?"

The man in black said in a cold tone: "You'll know when you go there." After that, he turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Xia Lin walked over to Ren Xiaoyao and asked in a low voice, "Brother Xiaoyao, who is this person? Why does he look so strange?"

Ren Xiaoyao shook his head, a sense of alarm rising in his heart. He looked around and found that several eyes in the crowd were still staring at him closely, as cold and venomous as venomous snakes, making him shudder.

"Brother Xiaoyao, what should we do now?" Xia Lin asked a little anxiously.

Ren Xiaoyao pondered for a moment and said, "It's not advisable to stay here for long. Let's leave here first."

He took Xia Lin's hand, squeezed out of the crowd, and hurriedly left the martial arts arena. The two of them hurried all the way to a secluded forest outside the city.

"Brother Xiaoyao, who are those people? Why are they looking at you like that?" Xia Lin asked with a hint of fear in her tone.

Ren Xiaoyao said in a deep voice, "I don't know either, but I have a feeling they are up to no good. This 'Nine Yang Divine Art' is probably a hot potato, so we must proceed with caution."

He looked up into the distance and saw several black crows circling in the air, making shrill cries, as if foreshadowing some ominous sign.

"It seems we've been targeted..." Ren Xiaoyao muttered to himself. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he already had a plan in mind.

"Xia Lin, let's leave here overnight."

"Where to go?"

"Go..." Ren Xiaoyao paused, his eyes determined as he spoke, "Go find the legendary hidden master and learn even more powerful martial arts. Only in this way can we protect ourselves and find out the truth!"

Night falls and the stars are shining.

On a barren mountain dozens of miles away from the venue of the martial arts conference, several dark shadows quietly gathered.

"How is it? Did that guy leave?" asked a rough voice.

"Reporting to the hall master, the boy has left the city gate and seems to be heading south." A thin black figure bowed and replied.

"Hmph, this kid is quite alert, but does he think he can escape our clutches just like that?" The gruff voice sneered, "Pass the order down, closely monitor his movements, and when the opportunity arises, seize the secret manual immediately!"

"Yes!"

The shadows took the order and left, disappearing into the night.

In the darkness of the night, two horses galloped away, heading towards the unknown distance...