Chapter 32 The 32nd Taishan Heroes Meeting

The silvery "Nine Links" hung down from his palm, and in the autumn night mountain wind, it couldn't stop making a series of light and pleasant sounds like silver bells. This is also one of the thirteen outer sect weapons that are famous in martial arts.Until now, he still clearly remembers that the first person who died under his "Nine Chains" was also a famous figure in the martial arts world. His face full of fear before he died, now seems to be It has been vividly reflected in Qian Kui's eyes. At this moment, Qian Kui would actually think of these past histories, even he himself finds it ridiculous, he wants to stop thinking about it, but he can't.

Every person who died under his "Nine Chains" seems to be alive in front of his eyes at this moment... Those faces of fear, bursts of blood rushing... He suddenly thought strangely, what did these people feel like before they died?Did these people not know the value of life until they were dying? At this moment, he already knew the value of life.His eyes suddenly became blank, and the tall Ouyang Tianjiao seemed to have become very small. Those things that he thought were important in the past, now he feels very small. Life, apart from life, there is no important thing in the world.

He seemed to be unable to see anything in front of him, however, Ouyang Tianjiao had also stepped onto the stage at this moment, standing in front of him like a mountain. Ouyang Tianjiao finally said: "Hero Qian, please give me a trick!" Qian Kui stared at the bright moon in the distance, his eyes were blank, he didn't seem to hear a single word Ouyang Tianjiao said. Ouyang Tianjiao frowned slightly, and said angrily, "Why doesn't Daxia Qian do anything?" Qian Kui suddenly laughed loudly, and said: "Do it? Why should I fight with you? What am I going to fight with you? So what if I lose? So what if I win..." Laughing, he turned around, ran off the stage, and then He didn't even look at Ouyang Tianjiao.

Ouyang Tianjiao was surprised and surprised, and was stunned. The group of heroes in the audience was also stunned for a long time, and finally burst into a burst of sarcasm, but Qian Kui had already gone away and could not hear anything. Old Madam Ding stood up slowly, with an expression of joy or sigh. She just said in a deep voice: "In the second round, Hero Ouyang wins." Ouyang Tian turned around and walked down the stage.His expression was the same as when he came on stage, calm and composed.But is he in the same mood as when he came on stage? This time, he won effortlessly, but in his heart there was absolutely no smugness and pride that he should have after victory.

Only Mrs. Ding's frightening voice continued: "Third round, Pan Jicheng, Pan Jicheng, Wang Liehuo, Wang Hero..." Baoyu saw that the second battle ended so strangely just now, and suddenly there were waves of thoughts in his heart, and he couldn't help asking himself: "What if you win? What if you lose?" Looking up, I saw that Pan Jicheng and Wang Liehuo were facing each other on the stage. Although Pan Jicheng had already fought hard, his expression was not exhausted at all. He held a fine steel Wuhook sword in his hand, and the light of the sword was as bright as his eyes.

Although "Huo Leizhu" Wang Liehuo's name is "Agni", his complexion is as pale as death, and his expression is even more icy and cold, not like a raging fire, but as cold as ice. In his hand he wields a single whip with bamboo joints, the body of the whip is very long, and it is dark and dull. Thunder Pearl Divine Fire Whip! This is also one of the thirteen kinds of outer sect weapons that are famous all over the world. It is said that this whip has 13 bamboo joints, each of which has the magical effect of chasing souls. But at this moment, apart from Wang Liehuo winning with the strange moves of "Fire Cloud Thirteen Whips", he was unable to exert the magic effect of "Thirteen Thunder Whips".

Because the Taishan Association has repeatedly stated that the use of hidden weapons is absolutely prohibited, Mrs. Ding, Wan Ziliang and other famous martial arts heroes are strictly watching from the sidelines. Pan Jicheng smiled, clasped his fists and said, "Farewell to Jicheng, three years in a hurry, brother Wang, will you be safe?" Wang Liehuo's face was livid, and he said coldly: "Above the arena, martial arts are used to compete for the first place, so the old love Wang has long forgotten, and I don't want to reminisce about the past, just please give me a trick."

What he said was cold and harsh, without any trace of human touch, and some of the crowd in the audience were already frowning secretly: "How can this Wang Liehuo be so arrogant and rude?" Pan Jicheng didn't see anything strange, he still smiled and said: "Since that's the case, please, Brother Wang!" He stepped back half a step, with the sword flat on his chest, and the three fingers of his left hand resting on the tip of the sword slightly. Wang Liehuo didn't answer any more, and swung his whip obliquely until it reached his throat. Although this person is arrogant, he has real kung fu in his hands, this move "Thunder and Fire First Move", although the move looks mediocre, but when he uses it, it really has the power of the first strike of thunder, only a black light flashes, The sound of the wind was loud, and the five-foot-long whip had reached three inches in front of Pan Jicheng's throat.

Pan Jicheng didn't step back, his body didn't move, Qingfeng suddenly rebounded and came out, using the attack as his defense, with a flash of blue light, he cut Wang Liehuo's threat. This move of his is exactly where Wang Liehuo must be saved. Wang Liehuo scolded lightly: "Good time!" After just three words, the "Fire Cloud Thirteen Whiplashes" had already been activated, and the shadow of the black whip reflected a piece of purple light, really like a fire cloud, not only covering Pan Jicheng's body, but also covering the entire arena. The sharp whip wind shook the clothes of the people in front of the stage and flew them up.

Pan Jicheng remained expressionless, the sword moved lightly, cutting, stabbing, pointing, hooking, and belting, the green light was like a snake turning, with three-point hooking and seven-point sword intent. The sky is full of purple clouds, but they can't suppress this ray of blue light. From time to time, there were cheers from the audience, and most of the martial arts masters on the left side of the stage were already moved - those who wiped their knives stopped their hands, and those who were still breathing raised their heads. Master Yimu murmured: "Amitabha, goodness, goodness, what a Wuhook sword. The old monk has not seen such an exquisite Wuhook sword technique for many years since the Peng brothers passed away."

Wan Ziliang said: "The most rare thing is that he was able to use a Wu hook sword that specializes in slanting fronts to use the majestic sword spirit and demeanor of a master swordsman..." Mrs. Ding sighed: "If he hadn't been merciful, Daxia Wang might have already been defeated. Not only most people in the martial arts underestimated his strength, even the old man didn't value him too much in the past. In terms of real martial arts, Pan Jicheng may not be under Leng Bingyu, Mei Qian and others, when these few people started fighting, the battle was more intense than others expected." Master Yimu murmured: "The Taishan meeting is really a battle between dragons and tigers. According to what the old monk saw, Pan Shizhu is the only one who has not shown his sharpness among the heroes of the meeting." The insights of this eminent martial arts monk are indeed very incisive, and there are indeed some people who are hidden among the heroes of the assembly. At this moment, Wang Liehuo's livid face was covered with beads of sweat. Although he was more anxious with the whip, it was obviously at the end of his strength, and it was difficult to support him for a long time. Pan Jicheng said softly: "If Brother Wang doesn't object, why don't you and I shake hands and make peace, lest..." Wang Liehuo shouted angrily: "Fart!" Murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes, he shouted angrily, his body suddenly rose into the air, his wrists shook out, and three black beads shot out from the bamboo whip. The group of heroes suddenly changed their colors, and shouted: "Fire Thunder Ball!" Mrs. Ding shouted: "Hero Wang, don't use hidden weapons!" But at this time Wu Zhu had already arrived in front of Pan Jicheng. Pan Jicheng's complexion changed slightly, and he swung his sword out. Wan Ziliang cried out: "Not good! This hidden weapon cannot be touched head-on." Before the cry was over, there were only three thunderclaps, and a flame gushed out from the stage following the sound of thunderbolts, burning towards Pan Jicheng. In an instant, sparks were burning on Pan Jicheng's body, he fell down on the spot in shock, and rolled towards the bottom of the ring. Wang Liehuo yelled: "Where is the escape!" He rushed over and hit with a single whip.He actually rushed to kill them all, and wanted to put Pan Jicheng to death. Mrs. Ding, Wan Ziliang and others blurted out: "Stop!" They all flew up and jumped onto the ring, but they were not close, although their movements were fast, they were still one step behind. At this moment, a tall figure suddenly reached the front of the stage as soon as he took a single step, and with a stretch of his giant ape-like arm, he pulled Pan Jicheng out from under the long whip. , Pan Jicheng will be killed and whipped down. This big man obviously doesn't know light work, but with his hands on the edge of the stage, his tall body has turned upside down, and there is a loud "peng" sound, and there are already more big men on the stage. What a majestic, tower-like big man. Qunhao exclaimed, Wang Liehuo was shocked and angry, and took two steps back. I saw that this big man was over eight feet tall, and his purple-black face was shining like black gold.Wang Liehuo recognized that this was the nameless man who followed Wan Ziliang, Mo Buqu and others, and he couldn't help shouting angrily: "You brute want to die too?" Niu Tiewa shouted: "Little boy, play tricks on the whip, it's not a hero or a bear, if you have the ability, bring your little bamboo stick to Uncle Niu." Wang Liehuo shouted angrily: "You are courting death!" Swing the whip straight down. Niu Tiewa didn't dodge or dodge, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he had already grabbed the tip of the whip. His palms looked like they were made of fine steel, with a flick of his wrist, he grabbed the whip. Wang Liehuo never dreamed that there would be someone in the world who could catch his steel whip empty-handed, let alone someone with such supernatural power, with a roar, the tiger's mouth burst open! The long whip in his hand was in Niu Tiewa's hand. Niu Tiewa giggled and said, "I'd like to see, what ghosts are there in this rotten bamboo?" He bent his hands like a sugarcane, and he bent the bamboo-jointed steel whip made of fine steel into several sections, nine or ten black "fire thunder beads" fell from the bamboo joints, and they were about to fall. on the ground. Mrs. Ding, Wan Ziliang, and Master Yimu had all arrived on the stage, but they were also stunned by Niu Tiewa's iron palm power. At this moment, Wan Ziliang let out a soft cry, and blurted out: "Not good!" He tore a piece of the skirt casually, rolled it out like flying, caught the fire thunder ball and flew out of the platform. "Master Ruthless" Jiang Xiaomin stood up, waved his long sleeves lightly, and flew to the bottom of the cliff with the lapel covering the Huoleizhu. Ear. When Wang Liehuo saw Niu Tiewa's iron palm supernatural power, his face turned pale with fright. Just as he was about to slip away, he saw an iron palm grabbing towards him. Naturally, he didn't dare to take it hard, he drew half a circle with his palms obliquely, and pierced out, just trying to defeat the opponent's natural power with dexterous moves. Unexpectedly, Tie Wa's grab was a false move, her footsteps slipped, she was already on the left side of Wang Liehuo's body, and she swung down with her right arm, directly hitting Wang Liehuo's elbows. He has been following the old man Zhou Fang for many years, although he has only learned a few moves, he has practiced these moves so that he can use them freely and is extremely proficient. Wang Liehuo never imagined that this iron ox could turn his body so nimbly, let alone his ability to change his moves so ingeniously. Seeing Tie Wa's right arm slam down, like a golden steel pestle, he was even more frightened, bent his arms and retreated back. Unexpectedly, Tie Wa's right arm was already waiting there, as soon as he stepped back, Tie Wa yelled violently, stretched out his ape arm, and unexpectedly hugged him up. You must know that the few moves taught to Tie Wa by the old man Zhou Fang are aimed at Tie Wa's mighty figure and natural power.He calculated that if Tie Wa grabbed someone head-on, the opponent would not dare to catch him head-on, and he also calculated that when Tie Wa stepped forward to attack, the opponent would definitely retreat. In other words, all Wang Liehuo's evasion and changes at this moment have already fallen into the old man's calculations, and all the changes in Tie Wa's moves are just following the old man's moves. Although the change in front of the battle is clever, it can't compare with the old man Zhou Fangzhi. What's more, he was snatched by Tie Wa first, he was timid and confused, otherwise with his martial arts skills, how could he be held by Tie Wa in two moves? There was already a thunderous sound on the hillside. Tie Wa took Wang Liehuo with her arms and strode down the ring. He seemed completely indifferent to the exclamations and applause from all around, but murmured in his mouth: "Little boy, you used tricks to kill Pan, Hurry up and apologize to him now!" Mrs. Ding and Master Yimu looked at each other, and said in unison in their hearts: "At this moment, above Mount Tai is indeed the land of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." Wan Ziliang looked at Tie Wa's tall figure, his face was full of excitement and excitement. As for Fang Baoyu, the excitement in his heart was naturally far higher than that of Wan Ziliang. He saw his lovely brother show his prestige before all the heroes in the world. He heard the thunderous applause that lasted for a long time - he was actually more proud and proud than himself, and he couldn't help but burst into tears. When his excitement gradually subsided, "Little Flower Spear" Ma Shuquan and "Master Ruthless" Jiang Xiaomin were already facing each other on the ring. Ma Shuquan's brocade clothes and hair, his face is like beautiful jade, Jiang Xiaomin's jade crown and fine clothes are heroic, both of them look like noble sons, not like famous martial arts masters in the world. But at this moment, the two looked at each other, but their expressions were extremely dignified. Jiang Xiaomin suddenly whispered: "Do you really want to fight with me?" Ma Shuquan said: "It is true." There seemed to be a mocking smile on the corner of Jiang Xiaomin's mouth, and he said, "How can you fight me? You are not afraid of me..." Ma Shuquan's cheeks seemed to be slightly red, and before he finished speaking, he scolded: "What are you talking about in the ring? Hey, look at the trick!" In fact, he didn't wait until he said the words "Look at the trick", the silver spear in his palm had already stabbed out, the gun flower trembled, and it seemed as if a flower of red calyx and silver stamen suddenly flew up on the ring. Although the conversation between the two of them was light and the expression changes were not obvious, they still couldn't escape the keen eyes and ears of the audience. At this moment, there were unavoidable whispers among the crowd: "Could it be that Little Huaqiang has some reason to be caught by the ruthless son?" Hand? Otherwise, why would Jiang Xiaomin talk like that? How could Ma Shuquan be so anxious?" "Jiang and Ma have been very friendly for several generations. If Ma Shuquan has any secrets, Jiang Xiaomin is most likely to know." "In recent years, the 'Little Flower Spear' has gained a lot of fame, but it has never walked around in the rivers and lakes, let alone has no bad deeds. How could any secret be seen through?" "Of course there are, just wait and see!" At this time, the iron-bone fan in the palm of "Master Ruthless" has also shown its sweetness.This famous young man from Yangjianghuai area used six weapons out of the six types of weapons such as Judge's Pen, Acupuncture Shovel, Shuishui Spike, Steel Spear, Fish Hidden Sword, and Single Dagger on a short folding fan. Exquisite moves, and the strike will never be merciless. Ma Shuquan swung a wall of light one foot away from his body with a shiny spear tip and a silk-wrapped barrel, absolutely not allowing the opponent's moves to deceive others. Jiang Xiaomin is pushing forward step by step, fighting for every inch, because if he can't get into the opponent's arms, he will never be able to take the lead. You must know that in terms of weapons, "one inch is long, one inch is strong; one inch is short, one inch is dangerous!" This sentence is the most famous saying that has never been easy. The gun is the ancestor of a hundred soldiers, and it is the most powerful of the long weapons; the iron bone fan can be used in multiple ways, and it is the most dangerous of the short weapons. At this moment, the two most powerful and extremely dangerous weapons among the soldiers are in action. They are naturally wonderful and dangerous, but seeing that the spear is like a dragon coming out of the water, it is majestic and majestic, and the point of the fan is like a dragon's head. It is dangerous. Absolutely! ——All the heroes in the audience were thrilled to see it, and no one had thought about the secret of the "little flower gun" for a long time. Mrs. Ding sighed: "Master Wuqing is indeed ruthless. With the friendship between Jiang and Ma, he should be a little merciful in his actions at this moment no matter what." Master Ichiki sighed: "Although the marksmanship passed down by Ma's family is exquisite, it seems that Ma's family's marksmanship is not only weak, but this move is also too weak. , he can't perform half of it. How can there be such a hero as the horse sharpshooter in the past?" Mrs. Ding sighed slightly: "I'm afraid..." Suddenly Ma Shuquan yelled softly, the point of the gun came out randomly, and the red tassel trembled, although it seemed to be several feet wide, it was not far from Jiang Xiaomin's throat. This stance of "sprinkling smallpox and dyeing Vimo indiscriminately" is exactly the stroke of magic in the Ma family's marksmanship. Seeing the spear coming, Jiang Xiaomin did not dodge or dodge, his eyes were fixed on the spear point, and the iron bone fan in his palm trembled slightly with the spear point. Suddenly there was a "ding". The iron-bone fan touched the tip of the spear, and there was a huge difference in the strength of the wrists between the two of them. Under the impact of the spear fan, although the silver spear was not released, it was already thrown into the air. Jiang Xiaomin saw that he had taken the lead, and he was even more merciless in his strikes. With a flick of his wrist, the iron bone fan suddenly spread, and cut towards Ma Shuquan like a dark cloud. Shocked, Ma Shuquan hid his head and tail, trying to dodge. But Jiang Xiaomin has been bullied into his arms, how can he dodge, only to hear another "ding", and the jade crown on his top has been shaken to pieces. Qunhao turned pale, and said that Jiang Xiaomin followed with a blow, and the big head on Ma Shuquan's top would have the same fate as his jade crown. Unexpectedly, Jiang Xiaomin did not pursue this time, but retreated a few feet, shaking the folding fan in his hand, with a half-smile on his face, and looked at Ma Shuquan with a smile in his eyes. Ma Shuquan's hair had loosened and fell down like flowing clouds, and he seemed to have been stunned on the spot, his black hair set off his red and white face, and white and red face. Suddenly someone shouted: "Xiao Huaqiang turned out to be a woman." So Qunhao also suddenly shouted: "So this is her secret." Ma Shuquan was ashamed and annoyed, tears rolled in his eyes. She pointed at Jiang Xiaomin with the tip of her gun, and said in a bitter voice: "Hello! Hello! I never thought that you would be so heartless and dare to treat me like this...I...I hate you to death, hate you to death!" Jiang Xiaomin smiled slightly and said, "I haven't done anything to you. Why do you hate me so much? I just want my friends to know that 'Little Flower Gun' Ma Daxia is a woman." Ma Shuquan stomped his feet and shouted: "What about women? Are women not human? Let me tell you, women and men are the same. What men can do, women can do too." Jiang Xiaomin said coldly: "Men can roam the rivers and lakes, but women can?" Ma Shuquan said: "Why not? Who said it can't be done?" Jiang Xiaomin said: "In a crowded and noisy inn, men can sleep with others, but women can do it? In a dry and dry place, men can bathe with others, women..." Ma Shuquan said: "Fart, fart, these are not reasons." Jiang Xiaomin said: "These are not reasons, since women are exactly the same as men, why do you pretend to be your brother who died young, and pretend to be a man, so that you dare to compete with others?" Ma Shuquan was taken aback for a moment, and said, "This... this..." She really couldn't argue with him, she could only shed tears, and cursed loudly: "Hello, you are a thief, I...I...go to your house and tell your mother..." Stamping his feet, he flew up, covered his face and ran out. Hearing the conversation between the two of them, Qunhao was surprised and amused at the same time, but now that she had used the last magic weapon, he couldn't help laughing anymore. On the hillside full of murderous intentions, there was some lightheartedness unavoidably. This was the only relaxing episode in the Taishan Conference where life and death were fought. Mrs. Ding gave a dry cough, and held back a smile and said, "In the fourth round Jiang Xiaomin and Jiang Daxia won. In the fifth round, 'Heaven Sword' Mei Qianmei, 'Giant Spirit Axe' Fang Changdong and Fang Hero." As soon as Mei Qian uttered the word "Heavenly Sword", the group of heroes immediately stood in awe. These four words all seem to have a kind of intimidating magic.These four words seem to symbolize sharp knife, killing intent, blood, and death! Knife, shiny, accurate, fast, sharp. The ax is heavy, powerful and slightly clumsy. The giant ax opened the mountain, domineering, and the sound of tigers and tigers breaking the wind shocked everyone's minds, but the knife flashed, flashed again, and flashed three times. The axeman fell down. There was no exclamation, nor applause, because the group of heroes had already been shocked by the ruthlessness and cruelty shown in Mei Qian's saber technique, and they even forgot to applaud. "Heavenly Knife" Mei Qian took out a silk scarf from her bosom, and wiped away the blood on the blade.There was absolutely no expression on his face, and there was no change in his expression. As soon as he got to the ring, his whole body seemed to have become a kind of machine, he no longer had human pity, sympathy, panic, fear... he no longer had any human emotion, a strange force was pushing him, he The only purpose is to put the opponent to death as soon as possible. Master Ichiki sighed in a deep voice: "Three swords, only three swords, there is absolutely no one sword that is superfluous or wasted. Even when he is killing people, he will never waste a little effort." Mrs. Ding said: "This is by no means a saber technique passed down in the Middle Earth." Master Ichiki sighed: "Yes, this sword technique must have been passed down from Japan. In our country's sword technique, even if there are sharp and pungent sects, there must be some art and humanity. But this knife technique is completely different The purpose of talking about art is to kill people. Although this saber technique is refined and accurate, it is a villain's saber technique, it only talks about utilitarianism and utility, and even at its peak, it is not practiced by old monks." Mrs. Ding sighed: "The master's incisive arguments really expressed the essence that the predecessors could not express. The distinction between art and utilitarianism, the gentleman and the villain, is exactly the difference between Chinese swordsmanship and Japanese swordsmanship. The difference. This... alas! I am afraid that this has a deep relationship with the nature of the people of the two countries." Master Yimu said: "That's exactly the case. In a great country, the style of a gentleman is beyond the reach of others. Even if the villain's sword technique can be said to be faster than a moment, it must not be compared with our country's profound, broad and long-lasting sword. Compared with the law - the knife technique is just like human feelings, ordinary people who only seek utilitarianism will eventually burn themselves, this principle is beyond doubt." Wan Ziliang suddenly said: "This hero Mei reminds me of someone." Mrs. Ding said: "Who?" Wan Ziliang said slowly, "The man in white in Donghai." Those who could hear him gasped when they heard him say these five words. Mrs. Ding was silent for a while, then sighed: "That's right, Hero Mei's demeanor and demeanor are indeed somewhat similar to the white-clothed man in the East China Sea. I'm afraid it's because both of them are from Dongpu." Wan Ziliang said: "The warriors in Dongying usually have a sacrifice spirit for the 'martial arts'. He himself has already prepared to die, so after they kill someone, they take it for granted." Master Ichiki sighed: "This is what makes them terrible. But although Chinese chivalry are more gentle and tolerant by nature, why don't they have the spirit of martyrdom of 'doing what you know you can't do'? Usually, although Chinese people can tolerate everything, but When tolerance reaches the limit, you will rise up, be indomitable, and fight hard to the end... Wan Benefactor may as well wait and see, no matter in any battle, the final victory will belong to our generation." These famous martial arts heroes have talked about high-sounding questions, and the issues they talked about have actually explored the most profound aspects of "martial arts" and "human nature". Only then did Fang Baoyu realize that the Taishan Conference had already reached the fierce stage of quasi-decisive battle.Prior to this, there have been at least 20 intense and exciting battles, and at least 20 martial arts masters who are also famous and invincible on weekdays have been eliminated silently in these many battles. Even destroyed and sacrificed. Their fame, in the past, was like stars in the sky in the martial arts, once shining for a while, and dazzled countless people's eyes. The reason why these stars can rise must have gone through a period of hard struggle and struggle. And at this moment, on Mount Tai, the deaths of so many stars are so ordinary and ignored—is this because people have already looked down upon other people's blood, tears and lives in their enthusiasm?Or is it because the brilliance of other stars has long since taken away the brilliance of the dying star? Baoyu was unwilling and unable to find out the reason for this, and he also couldn't understand why Mrs. Ding's voice suddenly stopped, why she didn't say the name of Leng Bingyu's opponent. I saw that Mrs. Ding's kind, calm and serious face seemed to be unable to utter some words. Leng Bingyu stood up with a sneer, walked slowly to the front of the stage, and said coldly: "As far as I know, there are only eleven people left in the second decisive battle, so I will fight for the third time." There is no opponent in the decisive battle, this is the result of the lottery, not because I want to miss a fight... But at this moment, Madam suddenly announced that I have an opponent, who is the opponent? Where did it come from?" Mrs. Ding gave a dry cough, and finally said slowly: "Hero Leng's words are good, but although Hero Leng's opponent in this battle came halfway, he is actually a famous martial arts hero, and because of an extremely important matter , so it was a step late." Leng Bingyu sneered, "I don't understand Madam's words." He turned his head and glanced at the group of heroes around, and continued: "This time, my opponent is a famous martial arts hero, even if he is late because of an important matter, he should not intervene halfway. Don't say anything else, just talk about it After two fierce battles, but this man did not waste any effort at all, isn’t this a violation of the fair purpose of this meeting? The rules of the meeting are originally set by the madam, how can the madam go back on what he says?” Although he was usually taciturn, his words were aggressive, sharp-edged, and reasonable, leaving people speechless. Mrs. Ding sighed and said: "Although this matter is slightly against the rules of the meeting, sometimes it can be changed due to personnel matters, and it is not static." Leng Bingyu said: "I just want to ask, why the rules of the meeting have to be changed for this person? What is he relying on? I hope Madam will explain." Old Madam Ding said: "What this man did just now was for the benefit of fellow martial artists all over the world. Moreover, the energy he exerted and the fierce battles he went through for this matter were by no means inferior to Hero Leng's. I decided to make an exception after discussing the results with Master Ichiki and others." Wan Ziliang, Master Yimu and other six famous heroes also rose from their long bodies. Master Yimu Heshi said: "The old monk and the other six people can guarantee their property and reputation. Everything that the old lady said just now is true, and there is absolutely no falsehood." What are the identities of these six people, and what is the weight of their words?All the heroes in the surrounding area were already clamoring because of the exception, but they have calmed down again at this moment. Leng Bingyu turned his eyes around, seeing the overall situation like this, he could only ask in a deep voice: "Since this is the case, I want to ask who is this person? What have you done for your fellow martial arts?" Mrs. Ding said: "It was too late for him to go to Dongpu to investigate the secrets of the martial arts and life experience of the man in white clothes in the East China Sea. After he came down the mountain, he single-handedly eliminated more than a dozen villains who used conspiracy and schemes to kill the heroes of the association. , fought bloody and bitterly for an hour." Before she could finish her sentence, the group of lords started to stir again, shouting one after another: "Has he found out the secret of the man in white?" "Who are those thieves? How do you plot against us?" "Who is he?" Mrs. Ding smiled slightly: "Bringing this person's name, I'm afraid all the heroes know it. It's best for him to answer the questions you ask. He is..." She deliberately paused her voice, and when the voices subsided, Fang Zi slowly continued: "He is Gongsun Hong, Gongsun Hero." Qunhao suddenly shouted: "Gongsun Hong? But that Gongsun hero who is known as the 'dragon in troubled times', who holds a 'Dragon Stick' in his palm, and who is known as the world's number one outer weapon?" Mrs. Ding stared at Leng Bingyu's face, and said: "That's right, I think you must know his name as Leng Daxia." Leng Bingyu's face was livid, and he said coldly: "He must know my name too." Mrs. Ding's eyes full of wisdom showed a trace of a sophisticated smile, she nodded slightly, and said with a faint smile: "Since that's the case, I wonder if Hero Leng is willing to fight with him?" Leng Bingyu suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. He laughed wildly and said, "Why am I unwilling to fight with him? Could it be that I'm still afraid of him?" The laughter stopped suddenly, and he said sharply: "I'm just going to fight with him, to see how powerful his 'Fengyun Tianlong Stick' is, why is it ranked above my 'Poyun Zhentian Pen'? " Mrs. Ding said: "Okay! In this way, we invite the hero Gongsun..." Before the words were finished, a figure from the crowd on the left flew up into the air, it seemed like a raging fire, it flew four feet across the sky and fell onto the platform. Qunhao's eyes flashed, and there was already a big man on the stage, with messy hair and beards, all of which were red like flames. Except for those piercing eyes, his entire head seemed to be like a ball of flames. Yes, it dazzles people's eyes and makes people dare not look closely at them. His clothes were open and his trousers were pulled up high. His red clothes had turned a dark purple color due to sweat, greasy, and mud, and a pair of hemp sandals under his feet were also full of mud. It's just that although his clothes are ragged, he doesn't appear to be in a state of embarrassment. There is still a compelling heroism in his brows, and the dignity and heroism of an emperor are still in his expression. He was holding a three-foot wooden stick in his left hand, which seemed to be the cane he always carried with him, so the wooden stick had also developed a dark red sheen due to the friction of his palm. In his right hand, he was carrying a seemingly heavy sack, the sack was bulging, and no one could guess what was in the sack. But I saw drops of water dripping from the bag, one drop, two drops...the drops fell on the board of the arena that had been scrubbed and the water was still wet, like petals of pink watermarked peach blossoms. That was indeed a drop of blood. Niu Tiewa clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Brother, you are such a good boy, but it's a pity that even his hair has been burned red. Come here and compare who is taller with me, Niu Tiewa?" Although he drank loudly, he was drowned by the shouts from all around. Gongsun Hong raised her right hand, raised the sack high, and shouted: "Everyone, please take a look at what this is first?"