The prosperity of the capital was not only reflected in the rising buildings. As the capital of Hua Xia, whether it was economic development or cultural heritage, it was second to none in the country.
Of course, it was precisely because of the lively atmosphere of the metropolis that it attracted countless young people. Groups of three to five young people could be seen everywhere. They were basically well-dressed office workers. Although their faces showed a hint of fatigue, or perhaps they had encountered some unhappiness in life, they were still full of confidence and enthusiasm for the future.
It was indeed worthy of being under the feet of the emperor. At least at a glance, I didn't find any people of different religions. The first impression that the whole city gave me was that kind of prosperous atmosphere. I quite liked it, especially the driver. He spoke in fluent Beijing dialect, which sounded very tasteful. In addition to martial arts, he also talked about everything under the sun.
Unfortunately, I was caught in a traffic jam. What should have been a half-hour drive ended up taking more than an hour, costing me more than a hundred kuai. However, after chatting with the driver for a while, I learned a lot of information that outsiders wouldn't know, such as the distribution of various aristocratic families, the location of the most cost-effective feet-cleaning girls, and where the cheapest rental houses were. The driver explained everything to me clearly, so it was quite worth it.
Obviously, the driver wasn't optimistic about me. After all, there were a lot of young people like me who ran to the capital and hoped to enter the major martial arts schools every year. And I directly chose the best of the many martial arts schools — the Guowei Martial Arts School.
As long as one was a local and paid attention to martial arts, almost everyone knew that the Guowei Martial Arts School was founded by Grandmaster Chen. In recent years, it was a heavyweight martial arts school that had completely become famous in the capital.
In fact, on average, there were no more than five martial artists who successfully joined the Guowei Martial Arts School every year. However, this kind of thing was not about quantity, but quality. This was also the philosophy of Grandmaster Chen.
Of course, the most special point was the special threshold of the Guowei Martial Arts School. Only internal strength martial artists were allowed to join. For countless Qi-Jin martial artists, this was a big bad news. On the contrary, it was a paradise for internal strength martial artists. However, it didn't mean that any internal strength martial artist could join. The Guowei Martial Arts School also had a special test method. Regarding this, the driver also didn't know.
According to the navigation on the map, I should have reached my destination. However, after going around, I didn't see the Guowei Martial Arts School. I suspected that there was a problem with the map. However, I found that there was a real map function. This was very useful, but it was a pain in the ass.
What surprised me was that the Guowei Martial Arts School was not far from my right. Compared to the surrounding magnificent buildings, it could no longer be described as inconspicuous. It was simply ugly.
Compared to the majestic and domineering Heavenly Eagle Martial Arts School, Grandmaster Chen's Guowei Martial Arts School was just an old martial arts school with a sense of age. It could be seen from the corrosion marks on the edge of the wooden plaque. However, the four bold and powerful words "Guowei Martial Arts School" gave people a sense of solemnity. Moreover, the simple plaque seemed to have some kind of indescribable magic.
Just a glance at it could calm people down. I didn't know why, but I subconsciously bowed to the plaque.
Only then did I stride in.
As soon as I entered the door, I felt a familiar force rushing towards me. Yes, it was internal strength.
In the center of the martial arts school, there was a ring. There were three martial artists sparring. I observed them for a while. They were all internal strength martial artists. Two of them were almost at the peak of Negative Jing. The remaining one was stronger and should not be a weak Huajin Master. However, looking at his aura, it was not very stable. He should have just broken through not long ago.
At this time, it was one against two, but he seemed to be at ease. There were also several uniformed martial artists watching the fight.
After a while, the winner was decided. Naturally, the Huajin Master won.
"Senior Brother Luo, your strength is simply invincible. You have just broken through, but you can easily fight one against two."
"That's right. If Senior Brother Luo could suppress his cultivation, it would not be difficult for him to enter the top ten of the Hero Ranking."
"What I want to say is that a demon-level cultivator like Senior Brother Luo's ambition will not be limited to just one Hero Ranking. As you all know, Master has been searching for a personal disciple recently. Senior Brother Luo is definitely the most promising."
Many people nodded in agreement, but there was no lack of objections.
"Haven't you heard? Master went to Nan Yun Province and has already sent an invitation to a person called Zhuang Feng. He is going to take him as his last disciple!"
As soon as this was said, it immediately caused an uproar.
"He Gang, don't make things up. In a place like Nan Yun Province, how can there be a martial artist who can make it to the public? I don't think there is even a martial artist in the national ranking, right?
What do you have to gain Master's approval? "
"That's right. Master is going to visit an old friend. Maybe there are some kids, but don't make groundless accusations. He did not announce this at all!"
"Hey, don't be so quick to deny it. I have a relative in the Nanyun Province. That young talent can already be considered a legend. Moreover, in a few days, he might come to the capital to learn from a teacher." At this time, a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes said while shaking his head.
"What bullsh * t Zhuang Feng? If he has the guts to come, Senior Brother Luo will immediately beat him up."
"That's right. Don't forget our rules."
Actually, there was an unwritten rule among these disciples, and that was to exclude foreign martial artists. Perhaps it was the intention of the higher-ups, hoping that Grandmaster Chen could promote Hua Xia's martial arts. Therefore, they tried their best to cultivate some outstanding martial artists in the capital. This way, they could also consolidate the capital's status as the holy land of martial arts.
Therefore, in recent years, Grandmaster Chen had basically accepted some good seedlings from the capital. However, there were also some foreign talents who could be molded. It was just that after a long period of contact with these local disciples, they would more or less be ostracized. Usually, after staying for a period of time and not getting good resources, they would choose to settle for second best and voluntarily leave the Guo Wei Martial Arts School.
"Cough cough. Everyone, I want to ask, where is Grandmaster Chen?" I couldn't help but ask, interrupting them. Hearing this conversation, I felt awkward.
In fact, there were dozens of tourists like me who stopped to watch every day, if not a hundred, so they didn't find it strange. It wasn't until I asked that they all shifted their gazes to me.