Ten years of dormancy: Starting as a martial arts master at the pinnacle

Li Changqing let out a long howl from thirty feet away.

All the thousands of heroes in the audience heard it clearly.

Those who initially thought they had the situation under control instantly changed their expressions.

What's fake is still fake.

No one knows better than these imposters where they came from.

Fortunately, they had prepared in advance and anticipated that the real Chen Changfeng would appear, so they remained relatively calm.

Among the crowd of martial arts practitioners, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe smiled and narrowed his eyes as he looked at Li Changqing, who had suddenly spoken. "I've searched high and low without finding it, and now it's right here without any effort. Don't you think I have a special connection with this Master Chen?"

The middle-aged man was accompanied by several people.

One of the scholars, with a goatee, was completely different in temperament from the other martial artists around him.

However, at this moment, only this scholar dared to speak.

The other martial artists simply acted as guards and didn't speak.

"Your Highness is right. It is Chen's good fortune to be favored by you. With Chen's help, our Wu Prince's Mansion can be said to have the support of a powerful force in the martial arts world."

This man in brocade robes bears a striking resemblance to Prince Li Yuanhao of Qin.

He was just a size bigger than Li Yuanhao, and looked quite prosperous.

This man was none other than Li Yuanpeng, the third prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who had already been enfeoffed as the Prince of Wu.

A roc rises with the wind, soaring ninety thousand miles high!

It is said that this Prince Wu was exceptionally intelligent from a young age, possessing a photographic memory, and was the best student among all the princes.

However, who would have thought that such a prince, famous for his studies, would now appear at the Beggars' Sect's martial arts tournament?

None of the other princes, including the crown prince, made a move.

This one, however, was impatient and eager to expand his influence in the martial arts world.

"Who is it?"

Bai Futong shouted loudly in the open space in the center.

A hint of excitement flickered in his eyes.

He seemed to have high expectations for this person who had suddenly appeared.

Li Changqing didn't waste any words.

He had already planned to bring the Beggars' Sect under his command, so naturally he couldn't possibly relinquish the position of Beggars' Sect leader to someone else.

Not to mention, that person was impersonating him.

This is completely contrary to the principles of Heaven!

This disguise was originally intended to facilitate movement and conceal Li Changqing's true identity.

Now, even pseudonyms are being impersonated.

This was more than before, when Li Changqing would dismiss the more than 200 fake princes as utter nonsense.

Thirty feet away, Li Changqing leaped up.

Such a long distance seemed almost like flying to everyone else…

Without any leverage, Li Changqing flew directly across a distance of thirty zhang and appeared in the central open space of the peach blossom forest.

As he appeared in the open space in the center, Li Changqing also took off the straw hat he was wearing.

Her complexion was sallow with a hint of blue, she looked to be about twenty-four or twenty-five, and had a slender figure.

Although it looks ordinary overall, it is very easy to identify.

"Another Chen Changfeng?"

The heroes of the martial arts world in the peach blossom grove couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The sudden appearance of two Chen Changfengs dazzled the group of martial arts heroes in the stands.

"What's going on?"

"Two Chen Changfengs!!"

Is that real?

"Who knows?"

"Wasn't it said that this Master Chen possessed the unique and divine skill, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?"

"We'll find out once we fight!"

Matters of the martial world should be left to the martial world.

Especially for these江湖豪杰 (jianghu heroes) who were just watching the spectacle, who cared which was real and which was fake?

Once they fight, the score will naturally be decided.

The one that's alive is real!

Even if it wasn't before, it will be in the future.

These chivalrous heroes might not care, but Bai Futong wouldn't.

The moment the old man saw Li Changqing, it was as if he had seen a savior.

Li Changqing didn't wear anything special; the natural, carefree air he exuded was enough to make Old Master Bai feel a sense of kinship.

That's it!

Nine out of ten beggars are lazy; no matter how well they dress, it's all for nothing...

There's a famous saying among beggars: if they were all so hardworking, why would they choose to be beggars?

Just like these beggar grandmasters.

They diligently practice martial arts simply because they love it.

Apart from that, fame and fortune held little appeal for them.

anyway.

If they really had that ambition, why would they stay in the Beggars' Sect?

With their Grandmaster-level strength, it doesn't matter which faction they join or which department of the imperial court they join.

They can all receive good treatment.

Not to mention anything far away, they are currently right on the outskirts of Kyoto.

By registering at the palace, they could become legitimate retainers of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Needless to say, they would receive high-ranking official positions and generous salaries; if they were lucky, they might even be able to enter the Great Zhou Armory.

Despite such temptation, they did not go.

How could a fake Chen Changfeng possibly gain their approval?

Li Changqing was unaware that the carefree and easygoing attitude he had cultivated within the canal gang had successfully won him the approval of a group of beggar masters, including Bai Futong.

In addition, they had already guessed that the one they just saw was a fake.

They naturally felt even closer to Li Changqing.

"This is also Young Hero Chen!"

A young master, a young swordsman.

The first one definitely has nothing to do with the Beggars' Sect, but the second one, if he develops well, could become the leader of the Beggars' Sect.

"Who are you, daring to impersonate our master?"

With a red palm raised and a bloody handprint, Yang Potian angrily questioned.

That voice was righteous and indignant.

Li Changqing was taken aback by his question.

Then I couldn’t help but start to reflect on whether he had done something wrong.

You should know that Chen Changfeng is his personal pseudonym. He hasn't even been famous for a full month yet.

Those guys not only impersonated him, but they're also here accusing him of being an imposter.

This is utterly upside down.

"How come I didn't know? When did I take in a bunch of unfilial brats?"

Li Changqing sneered.

Upon hearing this, both the members of the Beggars' Sect and the heroes of the martial arts world in the Peach Blossom Forest couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"This is going to be interesting!"

"The Beggars' Sect truly lives up to its reputation as the number one sect in the world; they even managed to produce two identical candidates for sect leader."

"Let's have a fight! Let's see what the Beggars' Clan brothers are capable of!"

Yang Potian, with his blood-stained handprint, harbored murderous intent in his eyes.

"You audacious madman, you've already chosen your path to death!"

Without wasting words, he slapped his red palm towards Li Changqing in an instant.

This palm strike seemed poised to pierce through Li Changqing.

When Li Changqing saw the red palm, he not only did not back down, but his eyes were also full of curiosity.

Look at how well he's practiced his hand techniques; it looks like freshly cooked pig lungs.

It was a vibrant, bright red!

If you get touched by this palm, you'll likely be crippled even if you don't die.

The method is good, but it's a pity that it's too slow.

In Li Changqing's eyes, Yang Potian's speed was like something on TV that had been slowed down.

He dodged the attack with ease.

Then lift your knee and push upwards.

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