The more Shui Yao thought about it, the more strange it seemed. The people from the Jinwu Sect should have taken some action, so why was there no movement in the martial arts world? For some reason, Shui Yao felt vaguely uneasy this time.

And Yue Nanchen. There will be a martial arts conference tomorrow, but he hasn't shown up yet. Does he really want to fight her to the death at the conference?

"She agreed?" The woman's voice was full of surprise.

"Yes, but I don't know what to do next?" He Lan nodded, "Also, 50,000 taels of gold, I will need it tomorrow morning!"

"Don't worry, I've already made preparations! You won't be short of gold, but remember, when the martial arts competition starts tomorrow, as soon as the people from Feilong Hall come on stage, you should let Wuxing Palace deal with them. As for me, I will hide under your evil command and take action on behalf of Helan Villa to catch that woman off guard!"

Helan nodded, "I hope everything goes well tomorrow!"

The woman raised her eyes coldly, "It will definitely go smoothly, because I have practiced the Su Nu Heart Sutra to the ninth level. Not to mention that woman, even if Yue Nanchen came, he might not be my opponent! In the arena, life and death are determined by fate. That woman would never have thought that your men would be so powerful!"

"Taking the enemy by surprise and catching them off guard, what a good strategy!" Helan praised repeatedly.

"Okay, go back now. I will send someone to deliver the banknote to you tomorrow morning!"

"But she wants gold, not silver notes!" Helan wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"What? Wouldn't it be very ostentatious to stake so much gold on the mountain?" Ling Shuiyan was also angry.

"But these are her conditions!" Helan sighed.

"Well, this woman will die tomorrow anyway, and she can't take away any more gold!" Ling Shuiyan said coldly, "Go back, or she will get suspicious!"

Helan nodded and left quickly.

In the dark room, Ling Shuiyan paced back and forth anxiously. She had waited for this day for too long. She was willing to give herself to the old man just for this day. She must win tomorrow and kill Lan Shuiyao first, then Yue Nanchen, so that her Xiangze would have a spirit in heaven!

Before daybreak, the Golden Dragon Villa became bustling with activity. The servants were busy setting up tents, arranging seats, and putting up signs on the back hill, while the martial artists were rubbing their hands in readiness.

Because this martial arts conference is not only about competing for the position of martial arts leader, martial arts know-it-alls will also be present to record the names and weapons of all those who take part, and then a new ranking list will come out.

Except for those martial artists who were on good terms with Helan and went directly from Jinlong Villa to the back mountain, many people came up from the foot of the mountain. This was also the time to compare everyone's lightness skills, so everyone tried their best and headed for the top of the mountain.

Suddenly, a green shadow flashed by, and everyone only felt a flash before their eyes, and then the figure disappeared.

"What a high level of martial arts skill!" one of them exclaimed.

Everyone then realized that someone had really passed by. Oh my god, that was indeed a very high level of martial arts skill. It looked like this martial arts conference was going to be quite exciting!

It was a quarter to the hour of Si and the martial arts conference was about to begin. The hundred-meter square platform was filled with flags of various sects and schools, and a large cowhide drum with a diameter of two meters was displayed on the side. A strong man with bare chest and back, only a piece of animal skin tied around his waist, held a drumstick and beat the drum vigorously. The sound of the drum could be heard from miles away, urging all martial artists to enter the venue.

Not far below the stage, there are more than a dozen rows of seats. Naturally, in the martial arts world, those with the highest seniority, the best martial arts skills, and the most respected people will be seated closer to the front, while those who are unknown and have no status in the world can only stand on the periphery.

The four seats in the middle of the front row were empty. The signs in front of the tables read the names of Jinlong Villa, Wuxing Palace, Feilong Hall, and Jinwu Gate. The empty chairs formed a sharp contrast with the bustling crowd around them, as if there was an invisible pressure and attraction that attracted people to keep looking over here.

"Okay, okay, thank you all for your hard work!" Helan finally showed up with He Ting. As soon as he appeared, he played the family card with a smile on his face, but there was a touch of majesty in that smile.

After sitting down in the front row, Helan raised his eyebrows proudly. He believed that no matter whether he relied on Jinwu Sect or Wuxing Palace, he would definitely take the position of the leader of the martial arts world today. As for the grudge between Jinwu Sect and Wuxing Palace, he was not interested in it. He was just a fisherman who benefited from the conflict between the two sides!

He Ting and a few others stood behind He Lan. Because he had made a fool of himself yesterday, although he was dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked extremely ostentatious, his expression gave away some of his true colors. His eyes were dazed and he seemed a little ashamed to see people.

"The leader of Feilong Hall is here!" Following the man's loud and clear shout, everyone looked towards the entrance of the venue, only to see a man in black clothes walking towards them. His pair of dark and cold eyes glanced coldly at the entire venue through the cold golden mask.

People couldn't help but gasp. When they reacted, they didn't know why they gasped. Was it because of the man's eyes? Although the eyes were sinister and cold-blooded, they were just eyes after all. Was it because of the man's aura?

This man is so scary! This sentence appeared in everyone's mind.