Jack Ma and Penguin Ma were both very excited, having previously shown off enough outside.
This was their first time participating in showing off in such an occasion.
Jack Ma had a martial arts dream since childhood, dreaming of being a knight and challenging the martial arts of various factions.
For this purpose, he even filmed a short film of a similar nature.
"Young Master Xia, then we will definitely perform well." Jack Ma's smile grew stronger, looking happy.
"Good, then that's all for now." Xia Feng waved goodbye to everyone.
After the few people left Xia Feng's room, Jack Ma looked at Xia Lin and said, "Lin'er, if we draw you, we'll admit defeat."
"There's no need for that, we can spar with each other. It doesn't matter who wins or loses among ourselves anyway." Xia Lin replied with a smile.
"That works too." Jack Ma nodded.
The six of them walked downstairs, chatting and laughing. The scenery of the guesthouse was very beautiful. Guesthouses in scenic spots were usually chosen for their good views.
The guesthouse they were staying in today was exactly that. Although it was at the foot of Mount Taibai, the scenery here was pleasant, giving a comforting aesthetic.
"It's so beautiful." Xia Lin walked to the railing outside the guesthouse and exclaimed at the scenery before her.
"Lin'er, let's take a picture." Qin Wen walked closer to Xia Lin.
The two leaned against each other and took a pouting selfie.
"Let's the four of us take one together." Liu Jingru and Ma Yuqin also ran over.
Qin Wen looked around and said, "I'll have my brother help us take a picture."
Then, she called out to Qin Dou, who was bragging upstairs, "Brother, hurry down and take a picture for us."
Qin Dou heard the shout from the second floor and looked down, seeing Xia Lin and the other three standing together. He replied, "Coming right down."
After Qin Dou ran down, he took the phone passed by Qin Wen and asked, "Do you want to use beauty filters?"
"No need, just use the original camera. Do our looks need these useless things?" Qin Wen pouted and said with a smile.
"Yes, four stunning beauties, naturally beautiful." After saying that, he squatted down and then shouted, "Come on, one, two, three."
Qin Wen kept pulling Qin Dou to help them take pictures. They walked and stopped along the way, enjoying the scenery by the roadside.
The next day was the start of the Global Martial Arts Tournament.
In the morning, Long Aotian arranged for a car to take everyone to the mountainside, where they were received by the person in charge of hosting the tournament.
Entry was not permitted without an admission pass. This Global Martial Arts Tournament was organized by the Lian family, who were responsible for arranging admission for participants.
The Lian family had cleared out a large martial arts field, with temporary benches arranged around it.
"Isn't this the Global Martial Arts Tournament? Why is it so low-profile?" National Little Wang looked around the venue and commented.
"Haha... it does look a bit low-profile, just like a village banquet. It's far from the cultivator conference I saw last time." Qin Dou laughed heartily, strongly agreeing with National Little Wang's words.
It really wasn't much. The key point was that this was the Global Martial Arts Tournament. Just hearing the name, it should have been very impressive.
"These are just martial arts families from small sects. How can they compare to cultivators?" Zhou Gangyi explained as he saw the two discussing the matter.
"No wonder it's so trashy. Then won't Lin'er and the others just easily defeat the weaklings?" National Little Wang asked.
"Yes, it's no problem to fight these people. Master just wants to give Lin'er a chance to practice her courage and gain combat experience. Otherwise, why would we come to participate in such a conference?" Zhou Gangyi nodded.
"Let's wait and see how Lin'er and the others crush the weaklings." National Little Wang smiled and then everyone found their seats.
As more and more people entered, there were also small sects from other countries.
Regardless of whether they were hidden sects or hidden families, everyone had their own social circles.
If these small sects couldn't integrate into the high-level circles, they would create a grand conference for themselves. The Global Martial Arts Tournament, the name itself sounded impressive.
The person in charge of this tournament, the head of the Lian family, and a few important figures were gathered together discussing matters.
"Patriarch, if we win first place in this session and become the champions of the Global Martial Arts Tournament, will we be qualified to integrate into the hidden sects?" an elder of the Lian family asked.
"Patriarch, I have observed carefully for a long time and found that there are no very strong sects participating this time. Young Master is very likely to win the championship." another elder of the Lian family said.
"Yes, Young Master is the closed-door disciple of the Mount Lao Sect. He specifically returned to participate in the competition this time. This championship is definitely ours." Everyone nodded in agreement.
Lian Bin felt that what everyone said made sense. His son was the closed-door disciple of a hidden sect, and his strength was far superior to his own. Winning first place in such a conference would be easy.
After all, people from hidden sects were nothing like these half-baked martial arts families.
"Yes, what you said is true. If Han'er wins the global martial arts championship, we can communicate with the Mount Lao Sect then. This way, it will be much easier for our Lian family to become a hidden sect."
As Lian Bin said this, he couldn't help but feel excited.
Hidden sects were much more powerful than these amateur martial arts families.
A family that didn't want to become a hidden sect wasn't a good family.
"The Patriarch has a good son. Congratulations, congratulations." an elder immediately flattered him.
"Yes, congratulations, congratulations." The others also showered him with compliments.
In terms of achievements, Lian Bin indeed had a good son. After all, becoming the closed-door disciple of a hidden sect was something that brought honor to their ancestors.
At least their ancestors' graves must have been smoking white smoke to have such good fortune.
While Lian Bin was feeling smug, a disciple ran in from outside and shouted, "Patriarch."
"What's the rush? Today is the Global Martial Arts Tournament, and there are so many international friends here. Aren't you making everyone laugh? When something happens, don't panic, speak slowly."
Lian Bin reprimanded the disciple who ran in hastily.
Then he looked at him and continued to ask, "What happened? Tell me."
"Young Master is back, and his master has also arrived." The disciple slowly and calmly said.
*Slap...*
Lian Bin slapped him after hearing this and cursed, "Damn it, why didn't you inform me of such important news directly?"
After cursing, Lian Bin ran towards the door.
As soon as he stepped out, Lian Yihan walked in with his master and others.
"Dad," Lian Yihan called out to Lian Bin.
"Han'er," Lian Bin nodded at his son and bowed respectfully to Gu Zhe, "Greetings, Sect Leader Gu."
Beside Gu Zhe were his daughter Gu Xiaofang and two other disciples.
Seeing Lian Wu bowing to him, Gu Zhe felt nothing significant. If it weren't for his disciple, the Lian family wouldn't even be qualified to bow to him.
"There's no need for so much formality. I am Han'er's master, and you are his father. We can be considered family," Gu Zhe said calmly.
"Yes, thank you for your kind regard, Sect Leader Gu." Lian Bin smiled inwardly.