Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City
Chapter 39: Arriving on a Crane!

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Arriving on a Crane!

Longze Xue Ji evidently did not notice Lin Fan.

Today, she was dressed in Huaxia attire, wearing a martial outfit, looking heroic and impressive!

At this moment.

After Zuo Yuanjia made his appearance, nearly half of the Martial Artists present stood up.

"Hong Tian, the Sect Leader, pays respect to Alliance Hierarch Zuo!"

"Juque Gang’s Helper, greets Alliance Hierarch Zuo!"

"Hidden Sword Manor’s Young Manor Lord, meets Alliance Hierarch Zuo!"

"..."

Representatives from various medium-sized sects and families all paid their respects to Zuo Yuanjia.

As for top sects like Shaolin Temple and Wudang Mountain, they did not rise.

The Grandmasters present nodded slightly toward Zuo Yuanjia on the stage as a gesture.

Although Zuo Yuanjia is the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, he is merely a symbol within the Huaxia Martial Arts World.

He could not truly command other top sects.

The relationships between the Sect Leaders of great sects and Zuo Yuanjia are actually ones of equals.

"Everyone, please be seated, the Martial Arts Conference is about to begin!"

Zuo Yuanjia gave a faint smile, lightly lifted his hand, appearing calm and collected.

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

After three tolls of the bell.

Then came a series of drumbeats sounding like horseshoes, which lasted for nearly ten minutes!

Just the rhythm and sound of the drumbeats.

Made everyone present’s blood boil, eagerly rubbing their hands and ready to try their luck in competition.

Desperate to go on stage and start competing right away!

"The auspicious time has arrived, the Martial Arts Conference, begins now!"

Accompanied by a deep and resonant voice, the Taishan Enfeoffment Martial Arts Conference officially started!

The Martial Arts Conference began with a demonstration match.

Each major sect sent out masters of Inner Strength for competition, stopping at touch.

Still, the contest was very intense, even though it was a demonstration match, each sect took it seriously.

The two Inner Strength masters appearing on stage.

One was a Arhat Monk from the Shaolin, the other a disciple from the Eight Diagrams Sect.

The two stepped onto the stage under everyone’s watchful eyes.

"Bang!"

As soon as the two exchanged moves, bursts of air-breaking sounds erupted, and their speed was extremely fast, igniting the atmosphere of the scene in an instant!

"Tat tat tat!"

The Arhat Monk from Shaolin threw punches like raindrops, launching them forward, with both hands turning into afterimages, reaching an extreme speed!

But.

The opposite disciple from the Eight Diagrams Sect used a move from the Eight Diagram Palm, countering hardness with softness.

Though he appeared weak and infirm, his every move perfectly countered the Arhat Monk’s attacks!

"Ha!"

The next second, the Arhat Monk shouted sharply, rolling in the air.

Like a sharp arrow released from the bowstring, he rushed forward.

With his head, he ferociously butted against the disciple of the Eight Diagrams Sect!

"Bang!"

The disciple from the Eight Diagrams Sect crossed his hands over his chest, but could not block the Arhat Monk’s strike, resulting in a cracking sound.

"Ah!"

The disciple from the Eight Diagrams Sect was sent flying out of the ring and quickly carried away by people.

"First battle, Shaolin Temple wins!"

Along with the announcer’s voice.

The crowd of Martial Artists below erupted into a thunderous wave of cheers!

"Good!"

Hei Xinhua couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

Lin Fan was rather disinterested, sitting lazily on the chair, quietly waiting for the moment.

...

At this moment.

On a stand 500 meters away.

A group of ordinary tycoons were all gathered here, among them were Zhou Ling’er and other students from Jiangnan University, also present.

They had received tickets from Gu Xiaoman’s boyfriend, allowed to climb up the mountain to watch the competition from a distance.

"My god, is this a Martial Artist? Too impressive!"

"Was that monk using the Iron Head Skill just now? He rammed into people like a wild beast, sending them flying. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, who would believe it!"

Watching the scene on stage, Gu Xiaoman was slightly stunned, her pretty face flushing.

It wasn’t just her, the blood inside the other students was also restlessly stirring.

Although they were five hundred meters away from the arena and couldn’t see the Martial Artists’ faces clearly.

Yet each move and style was more thrilling and blood-pumping than the scenes in movies!

"Hehe, this is nothing. This is just a contest between masters of Inner Strength. Wait until later when the Martial Arts Grandmasters compete, that will truly be a sight to behold!" A chuckling voice came over.

Gu Xiaoman and the others turned to look.

They saw a middle-aged man in an expensive handmade suit, who, judging by his attire, was either rich or noble.

"Uncle, really? This is already the limit of human speed, right?" Zhou Qingyi said quietly.

"What limit? When I was abroad, I witnessed a duel between two great Real People of the Spell, who could break the sound barrier with a step, fly through the sky, and with every gesture, they could make the sky fall and the earth split, move mountains and fill seas. One of the Real People even slashed off half a hilltop with a spell, that was truly like something out of a legend!"

The wealthy middle-aged man scoffed and shook his head.

It seemed he was recalling a scene he had witnessed many years ago, his eyes blazing with passion.

"Uncle, you must be joking, there can’t be such powerful people in the world!" Gu Xiaoman pouted, clearly not believing it.

Not just Jiangnan’s students, but also Tang Yixuan, Wu Junda, Wu Rong, Zhou Tianyang, Shen Haosheng, and others.

They all wore looks of disbelief.

"Haha! Believe it or not, if I hadn’t seen that high-level contest myself, why would I spend a lot of money to buy a ticket for the Martial Arts Tournament?" The wealthy man chuckled, then fell silent.

Suddenly.

A sound like distant thunder came!

"Hahaha! Is there no one left in Huaxia? A Martial Arts Tournament and it’s filled with show-offs, get off the stage!"

As the voice ended.

The Arhat Monk on the stage shuddered.

Then he spat out a mouthful of blood, as if hit by a truck, and flew backwards!

"Who is it!"

"So arrogant, daring to cause trouble at the Martial Arts Tournament, asking for death!"

All the Martial Artists present frowned and looked towards the source of the voice!

This time, they saw a scene they would never forget in their lifetimes!

There.

A figure, with hands behind his back, was standing on the back of a white crane, riding it over.

Descending slowly from the clouds above Taishan, almost like a deity descending!

Seeing this.

Everyone’s body shivered slightly.

Even many Martial Artists, with a whoosh, stood up from their seats.

Staring at the comer!

"Fuck! Who is this guy? Too powerful, actually riding a crane over here?"

Wu Junda couldn’t help but exclaim in a trembling voice.

"Have we encountered an Immortal?"

Gu Xiaoman, excited, grabbed her boyfriend’s arm, jumping up and down.

Her eyes nearly popping out.

"That white crane, is it his mount? Too magical!" Zhou Ling’er widened her beautiful eyes, also in disbelief.

"Are there really Immortals in this world?" Zhou Qingyi murmured softly, her eyes filled with shock.

These young men and women had not yet seen the world.

At this moment, their worldview was completely overturned.

A person riding a white crane, is he a man or an Immortal?

"Little guys, do you believe it now!"

The middle-aged wealthy man who had spoken earlier clenched his fists excitedly.

His nails digging deep into his flesh.

However, no one answered him.

Because everyone was so shocked, they were stiff in their places.

Staring at the middle-aged man who came riding on a crane, almost petrified!

On the other side, sitting next to Lin Fan, Hei Xinhua was also gaping in astonishment.

Like most Martial Artists, he suddenly stood up!

"Is this... becoming an Immortal? He actually arrived riding his mount?"

Even Hei Xinhua, who had spent over thirty years in the Martial Arts World, had never seen such a mode of appearance.

It was truly shocking!

"That white crane, it’s just an ordinary crane! It’s only because this person used his Inner Strength to bind it, creating the illusion of riding atop a crane. Understanding Qi Control Flight, he must at least be a late-stage Grandmaster!" Lin Fan frowned, watching the newcomer.

At the same time, a man and a crane descended!