Chapter 17 Section 16

A still unknown mountain named Wudang. In the end of the world, there are many Taoist temples, and Wudang Mountain is home to more than 30 large and small Taoist temples and abodes. In the middle of the night, a small dilapidated dojo was still lit. In front of the ashram was a nursery where wild vegetables were planted without a clue, and in the back was a mass grave that was buried unevenly. The roof leaked and was not repaired, and the well was dirty.No matter from which angle you look at it, this rotten dojo without incense must be a good place to bump into ghosts. There are two fake Taoist priests, one big and one small, living in the rotten dojo.Just because these days, Taoist priests and monks are the two most desolate professions that will not be harassed, especially the temple property only has a few graves of the dead, and no official servants will use their brains to collect rent, which is bad luck.

"Master, do you see how this paragraph is written?" A little boy happily kneeled in front of a middle-aged man, but did not hold a bamboo scroll or paper in his hand. They were poor and couldn't afford those expensive things, but the carved wooden boards filled half the room, and the floor was covered with sawdust that they didn't bother to clean. Just one big sneeze immediately cost the entire Taoist temple. "Read it." The man put down the half-carved wooden board in his hand and listened carefully. So the little boy recited a long section of the heroic story he had just made up in his head.Xiaodaotong has a very good memory, he actually thought up a small chapter of the story of the heroes of the Three Kingdoms in his head, and he talked about it for an hour.

The man nodded and shook his head when he heard it, and when Xiaodaotong had finished reciting it, the man briefly gave some advice and praised Xiaodaotong, which made Xiaodaotong very excited.It is not easy to get Master's praise. Seeing Xiaodaotong so happy, the man sighed instead. "Guanzhong, in my opinion, the time to make a lot of money by telling stories has not yet arrived. You go to school and follow me all day long, accumulating all kinds of weird things in your head. Why don't you recite the Four Books and Five Classics to get a good grade?" , lest the master should be poor and crazy at this age, and complain for the rest of his life." The man carved the wooden board, and the end of the story was coming.

"Master, the person who gambles his whole life on telling stories is the most romantic." Xiao Daotong looked at the man adoringly. "Really? It would be great if there are good girls who think the same way." The man smiled and didn't think he was disobedient. The door of the Taoist temple was suddenly knocked open! The cool night wind immediately brought a cold bloody smell, blowing into the small Taoist temple. The man and Xiao Daotong are full of wit in the imaginary world, but they don't know how to respond in real life, and they stare stupidly at the uninvited visitor who broke into the Taoist temple.

A man and a woman. The man was tall and thin, with sword eyebrows drawn into his temples, but under his heroic spirit, he had a pale and sickly face, and his face was sweating profusely. The woman is supporting the man, she is a beautiful and eye-catching person, the woman is holding a sword in her hand, and there are several bloody wounds on her body, it is obvious that she has fought fiercely with the man not long ago. "Hey! Put out the candles, let us hide!" The woman kept panting, looking embarrassed, but her tone was very rude. The man who was supported by the woman stared blankly at the man who was carving wooden boards in the room, both of them were startled at the same time.

"Junbao!" The man was stunned. Of course, this fake Taoist priest is Zi'an who aspires to become the king of contemporary stories. "Zian?" Zi'an was pleasantly surprised. Of course, this person was Jun Bao, who was severely disabled and seriously injured. That day Junbao left without saying goodbye, and Lingxue chased after her horse. After several twists and turns, she finally taught her to find the sweaty Junbao on a dilapidated official road. When the two met, there was unavoidable quarrel, Lingxue forced Jun Bao to take her to hide together, but Jun Bao said that he was used to being alone, and when the quarrel was raging, the enemy Jun Bao made in the world was nearby. On the way, the enemy accidentally heard the news that Junbao was injured, and immediately summoned his friends to attack. Fortunately, Lingxue's swordsmanship improved and he desperately protected Junbao before killing all the enemies.

However, the news that Jun Bao was seriously injured has since leaked out. There was a great commotion in the world, and the defeated enemies chased after each other. All of them were Lingxue who sacrificed his life with his sword to protect the king's treasure. Later, even Busha's first and second disciples joined in the pursuit.Junbao and Lingxue were dying, but fortunately the white horse traveled quickly, so they fled all the way to Wudang Mountain next to Shaoshi Mountain.It is inconvenient for Ma'er to walk in the mountains, and the footprints are easy to show, so Lingxue called the white horse and the two to run in two separate ways, using the horse's hoof prints to deceive the enemy's eyes and ears.

Unexpectedly, Busha's first disciple was cruel, and the second disciple was cruel and was not fooled. When he noticed that the horseshoe prints were suddenly different in depth, he immediately thought that the two had abandoned their horses and fled. Can Fei, the third Busha disciple who came to meet up, went to the Shaolin Temple, which is familiar with the terrain, to dispatch troops, and he had to search the entire mountain to find the two of them. Recently, many distinguished guests from the Shaolin court came to visit, and held a banquet for several days. After the cruel and brutal plan to kill Mitutoyo, they took the head of the item to Shaolin to participate in the meeting, showing off their military exploits.

Seeing Jun Bao's exhausted appearance, Zian sensed that something was wrong, and before asking the detailed reason, he extinguished the candle, closed the door tightly, and ordered his little apprentice to be silent. "Who is here?" Zi An wrote in Jun Bao's palm. "If you don't kill me, there are about 30 people, it's miserable." Jun Bao wrote back in Zi'an's palm. Zian was stunned, how could he be the opponent of Jun Bao, who played two heroes? But Yi Zi'an's extremely clever mind immediately thought that Jun Bao must be injured and lost.Zi'an has a good knowledge of all kinds of strange skills, and he also has a little knowledge of medicine. He immediately caught Junbao's pulse, his internal breath was strong, but it was intermittent intermittently, and the muscles and veins all over his body must be riddled with holes.

"How could it be so bad?" Zian wrote. "People are unlucky and can't help themselves." Jun Bao wrote back. "Where's Qisuo people?" Zi'an asked. "It's far enough." Jun Bao sighed softly. Zi'an's expression was dignified. Not much to say about the atmosphere, it had already infected the thoughtful little apprentice. "Master, I have a plan." The little apprentice wrote in Zi'an's palm. "What's the plan?" Zi'an frowned. "Empty city." The little apprentice was full of confidence, which was the most important part of this plan.

Zian pondered for a while, this empty city plan was just a story made up by his little apprentice, about Kong Ming who had no army in the city opened the city gate to show the enemy weak, and deceived Sima Yi, so that he was afraid of ambush and dared not enter the city to fight.At this moment, using the sky-high city strategy, of course, will not make the enemy fearful of deceit, but open the door of the Taoist temple and pretend that nothing happened. "Don't hide! If you hide any longer, it will harm the innocent! Why did you, the hero Sanfeng, do it?" Just as Zi'an and his little apprentice were thinking this way, a huge roar was nearby, followed by the sound of doors being smashed and destroyed, and the shrill screams of monks. Zi'an was startled, these thieves were murderous devils without blinking an eye, and they didn't care whether the nearby Taoist temples were hiding or not, breaking the door would kill them randomly.This empty strategy will never work at this moment. "Forget it, let me go out." Jun Bao sighed, and wrote on Zian's palm, "Don't be impulsive, tell Qisuo who killed me in the future, with his power, he will surely avenge me easily." Zi'an trembled, hating himself for not being able to summon the Water Margin heroes engraved on the wooden board to come out to help. Lingxue knew that Junbao would go out to die, so she didn't instigate, and she wanted to step out of the Taoist temple with two swords in hand. "Why are you bothering? The world is big, and there are so many heroes. I am a disabled person, and I am not worthy of girls' favor." Jun Bao shook his head, supported the wall, and looked at Lingxue's thin back. "You don't look good, I just don't like these people." Lingxue didn't turn her head, her swords trembled slightly. When Jun Bao was about to speak again, he saw Lingxue kicking the door out, there seemed to be a few drops of clear light on the ground. The level of cruelty and internal strength is quite deep, and I heard the conversation between the two people in the distance. The lamas surrounded the small Taoist temple at a high speed, and they couldn't help laughing when they saw Lingxue and Junbao walking out of the Taoist temple one after the other. "The hero of Sanfeng, who is famous all over the world, has to be protected by his wife before he dies. Isn't it ashamed?" Cruel taunted him, causing the lama behind him to burst into laughter. "Why don't you both worship the sky and the ground in front of this Taoist temple and worship the lama, the bridal chamber? For the sake of the beauty of the bride, the bridal chamber performance is more exciting, maybe you can be spared." Cruelty was even more frantic, holding two Two heavy iron balls collided with each other, making harsh metal clangs. "That's very well said, but this groom has to be taken turns by our group of big lamas, haha, haha!" The cruelty added jealousy, and all the lamas became lustful, and they all looked at the beautiful and elegant Lingxue . Lingxue blushed and was about to explode. Jun Bao walked forward slowly, gently held Lingxue's left hand from behind, and took one of the black magnetic swords. The meaning of it is that our two swords are combined, let's go to the underworld together. Lingxue took a deep breath, she didn't feel the slightest fear in her heart, instead she was very at ease. At this moment, it may be the happiest time in her life. "It's really unbearable! Everyone hit it fast, don't smack the bride's face!" Cruel laughed, swung the iron ball and hit it! "Leave the groom to me! Leave his eyeballs and teach him to see how delicate the bride and our brother are in the bridal chamber!" Cruelly held the vajra claws and swept up from the side! Lingxue and Jun Bao gritted their teeth, before the enemy arrived, Palm Wind arrived first, so fierce. Just as the iron ball in Cruel's hand was about to collide with the Lingxue Xuanci Sword, something suddenly swooped down from midair. A fishy smell. And more than a dozen small stones shot at the vajra claw in Brutal's hand from all directions. Cruelty and cruelty jumped away, only to realize that the thing that exploded on the ground was a rotten dead head. It's rotten, but it's a lama's head. It was Can Bo who went to Shaolin to ask for help! "Junior brother? How is that possible!" Cruel was horrified, and all the lamas were so frightened that they grasped their weapons and waved them. "Who! Show up quickly!" roared cruelly, looking around. The night is cold and windy, the whirling sound of branches and leaves, ghost fires in the mass burial mound behind the Taoist temple are very strange. Is it a ghost? No, it's human breath. Not just one. Cruelly restraining his mind, he realized that at some point, dozens of men in black had already surrounded the small Taoist temple from all directions, and all the visitors had extraordinary martial arts skills. Down. What was even more frightening was that there were more and more of these people in black, because even the aura that had been deliberately hidden was gradually revealed on the surrounding trees, and with a little induction, there were as many as dozens of people. A solid enclosure with no dead ends. There is also a lot of thick bloody smell. In the hands of those men in black, there were actually heavy things wrapped in black cloths, could it be that they were all human heads?As soon as the wind blows, the bloody smell is thicker, tick-tock. "It must be the White Lotus Cult, this is going to be bad." Cruelty and Cruelty looked at each other, thinking how to escape, if they could run to the court-friendly Shaolin Temple and call out, they would be saved. Jun Bao and Ling Xue clasped their hands tightly, watching the sudden change, as if they were already out of it. Although Jun Bao was weak all over, he still had the ability to listen and observe the situation, and Zi An, who watched everything in the small Taoist temple, was unparalleled in cleverness. Naturally, the two of them used their own methods to guess the reason for surrounding the lama. Who is the man in black. Dozens of men in black walked forward slowly, and their invisible aura suddenly doubled. The cruelty and brutality couldn't help but take two steps back, and a few timid lamas still ooze urine from their crotch. "Who is here? You know my master doesn't kill Taoists! If you offend my master, you will be against the entire Shaolin and the entire imperial court!" He sneered cruelly, but his back was sweating profusely. "Don't kill? How could the monk not know? Don't kill is the brother of the monk for many years." The man in black slowly removed his mask, and it turned out to be the abbot of Shaolin Temple. "So it's my uncle! Long time no see!" Cruelly surprised, relaxed. The smile condensed again in an instant. It's just because this uncle who usually flatters the imperial court exudes a rare killing intent. Buchen's white beard was tangled together due to blood stains, forming strands of half-wet and half-dry beard bundles. Several men in black took off their masks one after another, all of them were monks from the Bodhidharma courtyard of Shaolin Temple, three generations lined up in three generations, a total of seventy-two people, full of murderous looks, All of them had blood stains on their faces, and some even had dried drops of blood hanging from their eyebrows, which looked like ghosts urging them to death. The Qi on the bodies of the monks was soaring, forming a wind pressure without anger and self-prestige, forcing the lamas to be breathless. "This is... what's going on?" Cruelty's voice trembled, his hands tightly grasping the Vajra Claw. "Shaolin compromises and seeks perfection, and has lived in filth for twenty years, what is it trying to do?" The senior brother of Shaolin Temple said Dan Dan, his body was full of righteousness, and he was completely different from the senior senior brother who was drunk, collected money, and created martial arts indiscriminately. "People who practice martial arts should serve the country and the people, show off their ambitions, and pretend to be self-defeating. This kind of anger should break out." Gou Kong, who had fought against Qisuo three times, clenched his fists and made a soft bang. "Laughing next to the scum all day long, and you have to serve good wine and women, and you are so useless. Soon, your brothers and sisters will meet in the underworld." Yuanfeng has been gearing up for a long time. All the black-clothed monks threw the bloody things in their hands on the ground, and they were all the heads of important officials and sons of officials! Just an hour ago, Shaolin Temple quietly took off the heads of all visiting dignitaries during a drunken banquet, and even killed all the messy and smelly students all at once.Soon, it happened that Can Fei excitedly pushed open the gate of Shaolin to invite help, and just finished speaking, he took off the head of the senior brother, and brought all the monks to rescue Jun Bao. This is not a bloody mad run.It's just that Shaolin showed its original face. Because, they finally got an exciting news. "You... want to rebel! Blatantly... against the imperial court!" Cruelly gritted his teeth, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. The monks didn't answer, they took off their masks, and naturally made it clear that these lamas had no chance of surviving. Looking at the abbot, Jun Bao listened to the short conversation of the monks, and the countless doubts in his mind were suddenly resolved. "You have to think clearly! Even if we don't survive today, my master will definitely wipe out Shaolin and avenge us both! You know his methods very well, and he will definitely make your life worse than death!" Cruel teeth Trembling. He knew that he had no chance of winning, and even though he was the disciple with the strongest martial arts skills under his command, he had no fighting spirit and no dignity to intimidate. The seventy-two monks looked indifferently at the abbot. For this day, they have endured for a long time. "What is Shaolin? Where is Shaolin? If there is no Shaolin spirit in your heart, what if you build a hundred Shaolin temples? Shaolin in the world, Shaolin in the world, will not be Shaolin for a while, nor will it be Shaolin for a while." The abbot held up Hand, that hand has killed countless military officers today. The abbot dropped his hand, and Jun Bao gently covered Lingxue's eyes. The blood-red night ended in just an instant. At that moment of lightning speed, seventy-two kinds of the most terrifying skills passed down in the rivers and lakes flashed by. Shaolin. I have never bent my waist or bent my neck. If the tiger starts to eat vegetables and radishes, showing its belly and giggling all day long, don't be self-righteous and go to hug it. A tiger is a tiger.Always ready to bite you. "Junbao, thank you for your hard work." The abbot smiled and wiped the blood stains from his beard. All the monks happily surrounded Jun Bao, hugging and hugging, some were laughing, some apologized repeatedly, and the elder brother who liked to bully him the most kept laughing, until Jun Bao coughed. Back then, the abbot had predicted that the Sutra Pavilion would be burned down sooner or later, so he assigned seventy-two monks from the Bodhidharma Academy to memorize a certain skill by heart, so that even if the classics were destroyed, Shaolin martial arts would not be truly lost.Most of those monks have passed away, but they also passed on the unique art to the only disciple who has experienced repeated tests, so they can always maintain the array of seventy-two Buddhist monks who keep the classics of martial arts in their hearts. Those who can be in the formation are all good men who practice martial arts and morality. "Are you all right, Jun Bao?" Although Lingxue didn't understand the situation, she held her sword nervously, but these great monks killed corpses all over the ground, so they should be friends rather than enemies. "It's okay, it's okay, everything will be fine." Jun Bao was so excited that he knelt down on his knees. He fled all the way to Shaolin, deliberating on the clues given by Qisuo, and fled with the mentality of betting. Sure enough, it lived up to expectations. "You and your father are really similar, really similar, and I have always wanted to say that to you." The abbot patted Jun Bao's head, recalling the appearance of Jun Bao's father when he entrusted the child to Shaolin in his mind, filled with emotion thousand. "A man can't be a master, so please ask my uncle to teach me." Zhang Xuan said so. Ever since Jun Bao was thinking about boxing on the woodshed for the first time, the abbot has been watching silently nearby. The abbot understands that children who can grit their teeth and grow up in the face of great adversity must be the ones chosen by heaven. So is Junbao, and so is Qisuo. So, he killed the town magic finger into the eight meridians of the two of them, and threw a question mark to God. If the two of them can dissipate the domineering true qi of Zhen Mozhi with their own cultivation without relying on any external force, then the true qi holes in their bodies will be opened and expanded under countless terrifying collisions, and finally all the acupuncture points will be unblocked, and the internal strength will be improved by leaps and bounds. Will become a formidable master of martial arts alone. The so-called use of one's own cultivation to transform the magic finger is not something that can be achieved with high internal strength. There are countless Shaolin monks whose martial arts are ten times higher than Qisuo and Junbao, but they cannot do it because of complicated thoughts or insufficient internal strength. , Either the meridians were broken and died tragically, or the caster had to rescue him, but the result fell short. As for Qisuo and Junbao, their minds are clear and clear, and their inner strength is completely natural under the derivation of Slow Fist. They are precious innate qi.Under the guidance of the abbot, the two stepped on the well and circle in the most simple and most suitable posture to inspire their original innate qi, torn and confronted with the zhenqi of the magic finger, and finally got through the eighth chapter of the strange scriptures in several near-death states. In just three years, martial arts have caught up to the first-class state of martial arts. Back then, the abbot threw a question mark to God with his magic finger, and God responded in this way. This is Shaolin Qixue, the secret of "Yi Jin Jing". "Yi Jin Jing" is not written martial arts, not a map, not any kind of oral formula. It's an excellent pairing for the chosen one. Man is an instrument of heaven. Fifty years ago, these two people were picked by the heavens, causing turmoil in the world.Fifty years later, these two people have broken through the barriers of "Yi Jin Jing" in an even harsher environment and emerged, and they are about to open a new chapter for this troubled world. "Jun Bao, I'll take you to meet a person. In the whole world, only he can cure your broken veins and let you spread your wings again. You have extraordinary achievements, and you will surely survive this test." The abbot was in tears, and supported Jun Bao to stand up majestically. When Jun Bao accepted it, his face was also full of tears. In the small Taoist temple. "Guanzhong." Zi'an wiped away tears in the Taoist temple. "Yes, Master." The little apprentice didn't understand, but wiped his tears emotionally. "Some things are even weirder and more touching than fabricated novels." Zi'an sighed. Relying on the assassin King Eucalyptus who frightened the imperial court, the word "Tai Chi" beautifully returned to the arena, and the anti-Yuan morale was greatly boosted. Objection passed. At the hero meeting, Qisuo stood in the middle of the ruined temple to accept the extremely disgusting coronation ceremony of the beggar gang, spitting, scratching, smelling farts, and flicking nipples. The process was almost horrible, and finally completed the ceremony of succeeding the gang leader. Hong Zhong sat on the collapsed beams and pillars of the ruined temple, seeing Qisuo's messy appearance covered in stinky farts and phlegm, he laughed so hard that he almost fell down. After the ceremony, the beggar gang invited all the heroes to open an altar to drink, and the smell of wine was overflowing, and there was endless chatter and laughter. "Son of Tai Chi, as the twenty-sixth generation leader of the Beggar Gang, he must not know how to openly dump dung. Come on, stand upright and show everyone a big piece of hot dung!" Zhao Daming drank and talked, while the two The five-pocket disciples took turns picking the old man's nose excrement. According to the usual practice, they still picked until the bleeding continued. "I think it's better to avoid the blatant skimming of dung. Your hand is hanging on my shoulder, but my ass is still mine. You are so hard to do." Qisuo finally used the idiom correctly, the brothers of the beggar gang haha laughing out loud. "If you don't practice this trick, how can you throw a piece of shit on the face of that bald monster who wants to kill you when you are facing the enemy!" Zhao Daming was angry, his voice was very energetic, and he couldn't tell that it was a trick Poor man who can't move. "Hai Bian, that bald guy who wants to kill or not, I will naturally do it sooner or later, but she is still very talented in throwing shit. I don't think I have the kind of good ability to poop. In short, you should be yourself. Please enjoy the happiness of the Supreme Leader, I will make that bald man regret not killing me at Nuanfenggang." Qisuo patted his chest. After Qisuo finished speaking, not only the beggar gang, but also hundreds of heroes who came to watch the fun applauded. If at this time the leader of the martial arts alliance is recommended to gather to protest the Yuan event, it must be Qisuo. Suddenly there was a clear whistle from outside the ruined temple. "The general of the defeated army has the face to speak bravely, admire, admire." These words of admiration naturally come from people who do not admire.The voice approached from far away with great speed. The word "负" was still thirty feet away from the ruined temple when it came out, but when it came to the word "admire", the person who said the word "admired" had already jumped over the wall and stood in the ruined temple. middle. This person had a handsome face, and his actual age could not be seen, but he gave people a clear impression of a childlike face and unfathomable profoundness.The long white sleeves are fluttering, and it looks like a fairy in a splash-ink painting. The uninvited guest smiled slightly at Qisuo, but he didn't say hello to the tycoons in all directions, but many people already recognized that the uninvited guest was the number one master of the White Lotus Sect, Daigo. There was a lot of discussion. "Daigo, don't be rude." Han Lin'er appeared under the protection of several masters of the White Lotus Sect. The heroes had heard the name of the young master of the White Lotus Sect for a long time, and automatically made way for the group of the White Lotus Sect.The good people thought to themselves, ah!Another good fight to watch. "Yes, young master." Daigo smiled and stepped aside. Qisuo looked at Han Liner, how could he not know about Han Liner's grand events in Jianghu?All kinds of unhappiness about being in Shaolin Temple, but also passed away when his eyes crossed. Shigeba wears seven bags and observes everything in the corner of the ruined temple. "Brother Tai Chi, don't come here without any harm." Han Lin'er cupped his fists. "Farewell to Shaolin, we will see each other again, very good." Qi Suo clasped his fists in return. Qisuo's thoughts on Han Lin'er are very polarized. He neither agrees with Han Liner's evil behavior of oppressing himself and Junbao, nor his pretentiousness towards the nobles of the court, but he has to admit that it is thanks to Han Liner that he can get in touch with Shaolin martial arts. He is very grateful for participating in group training.He also admires Han Liner's success in Kangyuan's business under the shadow of his father in recent years. Qi Suoyuan didn't know how to deal with such contradictory emotions, but luckily Zhongba had mentioned earlier that the White Lotus Sect would definitely come to the Heroes Conference, lest the high-ranking gangsters want to engage in some kind of martial arts leader while the wine is hot, and the White Lotus Sect would miss it. Chongba also analyzed that Han Shantong, who claimed to be the reincarnation of Maitreya, liked to engage in mystery the most and would not show up in person. He would definitely send his son Han Liner to the meeting, and that Daigo would most likely follow. Everything is given to Zhongba, so I also remind Qisuo to be gentle. "Today's Heroes Conference, I would like to come here on behalf of my father to discuss the major events of the Yuan Dynasty. Brother Taiji is now the leader of the Beggar Gang, and we are old acquaintances. The White Lotus Sect and the Beggar Gang are like a family. It's so good." Han Lin'er spoke politely, It seems that only the White Lotus Sect and the Beggars' Clan can be the leaders of the martial arts. "Well, everyone wants to fight against the Yuan Dynasty. Very good, very good. This is called a hundred years of cultivation and we are all on the same boat." Qisuo spoke in a nonsensical manner. The group of heroes liked his style very much, and they couldn't help but laugh. Han Lin'er didn't think it was disobedient, and it wasn't a day or two since Qisuo talked like this. He intended to meet, so he continued to cup his fists and said to the heroes: "The Tartars of the Northern Kingdom have messed up the Central Plains, causing anger and resentment, and the people are in dire straits. These years, the Yellow River has burst and the Huai River has flowed backwards. , Earthquakes and landslides, the sun and the moon are dark." A strategist standing beside Han Lin'er said, "This shows that the fate is about to end. Maitreya Buddha hated the darkness in the world, and reincarnated to lead everyone to burn incense and raise troops to drive out the Tartars. Who is this person? It's me, Bishop Han Shantong of the White Lotus Sect." , and also the eighth-generation descendant of Emperor Huizong of the Great Song Dynasty, he is the perfect candidate for the leader of the martial arts alliance, and he is also the leader of the heroes of the world." He said frothyly. Han Lin'er and the others forcibly brought the topic to this point. If this group of heroes hadn't thought of recommending a martial arts leader or something, now they had no choice but to turn the topic to this point. "Fuck! The leader of the martial arts must have high martial arts skills, otherwise he will be the leader of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and lead people in the art world to rebel. So as I said, why don't we start a ring!" Zhao Daming guessed that Han Shantong only Fearing that his martial arts are mediocre, he deliberately made this statement to stir up the atmosphere. As long as the heroes have a show to watch, of course they applaud. "That's it! It should be so, the winner is the king, and everyone listens to his orders alone." The leader of the Eagle Claw Gang echoed. Although he knew that he was invincible to Qisuo, he also had the confidence to defeat Han Shantong. "Yes, only people with high martial arts skills can be convinced. At worst, you have to set up a table to compete with your wrists!" The leader of the Iron Fist Gang, who was born with supernatural power, laughed. It seemed that he didn't intend to compete for this position, but just wanted to show his face. Han Liner smiled, but was not angry. Obviously, he came prepared this time. He looked at Qisuo. "It seems that everyone is right. Maitreya's reincarnation must be reincarnated, and the leader of the martial arts must be chosen. Of course, the arena must be played. Why don't you ask Han Shan Tong Han to come and make gestures in person, and come to a martial arts competition to recruit relatives." Qi Suo Scratching his head, the crowd burst into laughter again. Han Liner sighed inwardly, her expression unchanged. Daigo smiled and strode forward, the cloud sleeves fluttered, and all the heroes felt a gust of breeze blowing against their faces. "I've heard for a long time that brother Taiji likes to use idioms indiscriminately, and seeing him today really deserves his reputation. Right now, only the former guild leader of the Gui Gang fought against the brother Taiji who didn't kill the thief. Now the former guild leader only has his mouth open, and he still asks brother Taiji to judge and judge. I don't know why. Is the kung fu of not killing higher, or the kung fu of laying down?" Daigo smiled, but the laughter made people feel chills down the spine. Daigo stretched out his hand, a slender hand shining white. "What a girly hand!" Zhao Daming hummed twice. "My Bishop Han's martial arts are ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times higher, and they are ever-changing. I also ask my brother Tai Chi to give me advice." Daigo spoke beautifully and praised Han Shantong. Even if he loses in the martial arts competition, it will not damage Han Shantong's status. Everyone in the world knows that Daigo is a powerful martial artist, but no one has ever seen Daigo's method of murder. And Daigo stretched out his hand, and in the eyes of the heroes, it was obvious that he wanted to hold hands with Qisuo, and competed internally without any cleverness. But no one knew that Daigo had smeared the deadly slow poison avalanche all over his entire arm. If he got it on, he would die violently within seven days without any reason, but the body couldn't find out why.If Qiruo died seven days later, no one would have thought that it would be the disaster of today's fight. But Daigo didn't know, with Qisuo's incomparably powerful internal strength at this moment, even the true qi of the suppressing magic finger can be easily dissolved, so how can this snow rot blue work? Qisuo looked at Daigo's hand, feeling angry at him for insulting Zhao Daming, but his face remained calm. "In my opinion, you are not bad. Although you are only as good as Big Brother Zhao's big dung, but in the future, if you practice hard and study hard, you will definitely be able to surpass your master. This is the reason why blue is better than blue." Qi Suo He patted Daigo on the shoulder, as if encouraging the younger generation. Daigo's smile froze. This is really a great shame, and a wave of anger is faintly about to burst. How could Qisuo not know?Since stabbing the queen, Qi Suo has been trying to use the incomparable pure yang power in the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to the circle-turning power of Tai Chi.Originally, this was an extremely difficult martial arts project, but Qi Suohun didn't know that he carried the eight extraordinary meridians bestowed by Shaolin's first extraordinary skill "Yi Jin Jing", which made this miracle start to happen. Facing Daigo, he had no reason to be afraid. Sitting on the beam, Hong Zhong didn't feel nervous, she thought, if that tyrant got angry and made a move, Qisuo of his family didn't mind using him to try out new tricks. The two of them smiled angrily, and they were on the verge of fighting with arrows, and they were on the verge of breaking out. Daigo secretly carried his inner breath, and exuded a cold icy air all over his body, but he was surprised that the icy air was gently wrapped and melted by Qisuo's inexplicable masculinity, and even the surrounding heroes couldn't feel it A trace of coldness. "Everyone, please listen to my brother." Chongba suddenly walked to Qisuo and bowed to ask for a speech. "It's okay to talk about it." Qisuo spread his hands. "How important the matter of the martial arts leader is, it should be discussed in the long term, but the big event is imminent, and there is no need to delay. From a small point of view, it is not known who this destiny belongs to, but the martial arts leader is not the one who can live with the best martial arts. To be honest, Tai Chi, the new leader of my beggar gang, may be the most powerful figure in martial arts, but if Na Busha comes and beats my leader in the arena, will everyone regard him as the leader?" Chongba said Reasonable, the heroes nodded their heads one after another. "Then what?" Han Lin'er asked, wanting to see what good strategies this fast-promoting inner ghost had. "In terms of the number of people, the White Lotus Sect is the largest gang in the Jianghu. Such a foundation has become so stable in just a few years, and the achievements are naturally extraordinary. This shows that Bishop Han is clever in planning strategies and recruiting talents, and that the White Lotus Sect has secretly trained troops. A long time ago, my beggar gang happened to be handing over from the old to the new, and the momentum was not enough. According to me, the leader of the martial arts alliance is Bishop Han, who leads the Red Scarf Army, while the leader of my Taiji gang has extraordinary martial arts. If you disagree, you can serve as the deputy lord to lead the chivalrous people in the Jianghu, and join hands with the White Lotus Sect to fight against the Yuan Dynasty." Chong Ba, who was in the Beggar Clan, said this, although he said it loudly, the leaders of the sect were dumbfounded. Zhao Daming was dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, but just looked at Qisuo. "Okay, Chongba, you stinky boy is quite reasonable, just do it this way, your own people don't beat your own people, everyone rolls up their sleeves to the outside world, leader Han is the leader of the alliance, and I am the deputy, work together to expel the Tartars. "Qisuo said loudly according to Chongba's previous deduction, so straightforward that he hardly thought about it. Han Liner was stunned, and then smiled. Although everyone in the Beggar Clan was shocked, they were also impressed by the generosity of the new leader. Although the group of heroes had no good show to watch, they had nothing to say about such a decision. Of course, no one dared to step forward to challenge Qisuo, and they could only pass with enthusiastic applause. Only Zhao Daming was unhappy, cursing and boring in his heart. And Daigo was also resentful, and said nothing. "Brother Taiji is so humble and direct to teach younger brother to worship for the sake of a big event. Hereby invite brother Taiji to come to my Bailian family on the fifteenth day of next month to discuss with my father about the uprising. The Bailian Beggar Clan will never separate each other from now on." Han Liner Bowing to invite, I have a higher evaluation of Shigehachi's ability in my heart. "Of course." Qi Suo nodded in agreement. The cheers of the heroes were thunderous, and the Han people had been oppressed by the Mongolian court for a long time, and they were all gearing up and sharpening their knives. Han Liner and his party easily achieved their goal, all of them were smiling, sitting on the ground and drinking a hundred altars of good wine with the heroes.Only Daigo stares at Qisuo with pity all the time, and secretly promises that one day, Qisuo must die at the hands of his Miao Jiang's unique school of chasing souls. Good wine and generous laughter. Qisuo glanced at Chongba, and Chongba smiled. The man of grandeur, won this game again.