Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 888 King Conferring Conference (6)

Yan Zifei stepped forward and took a look, but didn't spill any wine, his expression changed drastically, he sighed, and said: "Your Majesty is a master of kung fu, and when I saw him today, I realized that Yan is a frog at the bottom of a well, I don't know that Your Majesty is in teaching What is your job?"

The Persian said with a smile: "Yan Guibin's lightness kung fu is actually very rare, it's just that his internal strength is lacking. I am one of the sixth-level protectors, named Duo Lunba."

Yan Zifei said: "It turned out to be a sixth-level protector, and I am convinced that I lost." After finishing speaking, he returned to his original position and sat down.Dorumba also retreated, and he was not very conspicuous standing among a group of Persians.

Seeing that Yan Zifei was defeated, the heroes knew that Yan Zifei would send a sixth-level guardian. If he played, he would definitely send a stronger opponent. So that you can stay honest tomorrow and don't say any violent words.

The field was quiet for a while, only to see that Hu Ba Dao suddenly stood up, walked towards the field, and said as he walked: "I don't know many people from your teaching. I use a knife, please respect me." Teach one, and everyone will try it out on knives."

The seventh-level deacon looked back, and with a twist of his mouth, he saw a Persian warrior walking out.Hu Badao frowned, thinking that you underestimated me, Hu Badao.The Persian warrior seemed to see what Hu Badao was thinking, and took out a treasured sword. Hu Badao's eyes lit up and said, "There are six gemstones on the handle of this knife. Although I am a warrior , but as long as I am willing, the bright envoy of our religion can turn me into a sixth-level dharma king at any time."

After hearing this, Hu Badao laughed and said, "I don't know your surname or name." The Persian warrior said, "My name is Haur." The knife light flew towards Hawuer, and someone let out an exclamation.Hawuer didn't even frown, moved his right arm slightly, and only heard a "dang".

Before everyone could see how they fought with swords, Hu Badao let out a long laugh, and immediately struck out six swords.Each knife is fast and steady, with a suzerain style.Fang Jianming saw him on the sidelines, nodded slightly, and said in his heart: "This Hu Ba Dao's saber skills are not bad."

Hawuer's face still had that indifferent expression, his arm shook suddenly, and the knife in his hand turned into a rain of light, catching Hu Badao's momentum.It was originally eight knives, but the sound was only one.

After the sound of "Dang", Hu Badao flew out in the air.He pulled a knife flower in the air, the knife flower was very strange, it didn't disappear immediately, but expanded rapidly, and the man with the bad knife jumped out of the knife flower, and attacked Hawu'er with a single knife.For a moment, no one could see the direction of the knife, so Hawuer's face looked a little dignified.

Someone exclaimed: "Hu Ba Dao's eighth sword." As soon as the words fell, Hawu'er yelled, and cut it out with the sword. Seeing that his hand is full of strength, but the wind of the sword is only a slight sound of "咻". .

It was too late and then it was fast, the two saber qi collided, and the carpet under Hawuer's feet suddenly turned, like a python swimming in it.A gust of wind swept through the center of the field and reached the surrounding area.After a while, the two separated, Hu Badao flew out, and Hawuer stepped back three steps.

After Hu Badao fell to the ground, he took a deep breath, put the knife away, and clasped his fists and said: "Your Excellency's sword skills are really good, Hu admires it."

Hawuer suppressed the turbulent pressure in his chest, and said: "I also admire Hu Guibin's sword skills. If there is a chance in the next day, I will ask Hu Guibin for another lesson."

Hu Badao laughed, and said, "I believe this day will come soon." Regardless of whether the other party understood his words or not, he turned around and walked back to his seat, talking in a low voice with an old man in a long robe beside him.

After Hawuer retreated, Meng De suddenly stood up, and with a flick of his body, he entered the field.When everyone saw this lightness skill, they were astonished.His position is relatively far from the field, and there are many people in the middle, no one can clearly see how he uses his agility.

The face of the seventh-level deacon changed slightly, but before he opened his mouth, he saw an old Persian man in a gray robe, who was more than seven feet tall, coming up from behind the group of Persians, and the crowd automatically parted, giving him a path .The seventh-level deacon looked overjoyed, went up to greet him, bowed and said: "My subordinate Maurice, I pay my respects to the tenth-level Dharma King Zambi Gan."

Everyone's eyes widened when they heard that this man was a tenth-level dharma king.According to the rumors, the characters of the ninth level and above of the Persian holy religion are all top-level masters. Now finally a tenth-level dharma king has appeared. Everyone wants to see how powerful his martial arts are.

The tenth-level dharma king named Zambigan said: "Maurice, you don't need to be so polite. Although your rank is only seventh-level, you are now the deputy head of the Happy Hall. Here, as long as you say something, I will His Majesty will definitely do it."

After hearing this, Maurice seemed a little flattered, and before he opened his mouth, Meng De suddenly smiled coldly and said, "The person I'm looking for is not you."

After hearing this, Zambigan raised his eyebrows and said, "Who are you looking for?"

Mengde said word by word: "I'm looking for Marandi from your teaching."

Maurice's complexion changed slightly, and he said, "Dare you ask Mr. Meng to know the Marandi Fawang of our religion?"

Meng De said coldly: "Although I don't know him, I have already heard his name."

Zangambi snorted, and said: "Malandi is not in the teaching, if you want to compete, you can find me."

Meng De sneered and said, "You are not worthy!"

Zangambi looked angry, but he endured it immediately, and said, "You look down on Ben Dharma, and I don't blame you. Malandi is indeed not in the teaching, and he will come back tomorrow morning. Judging from your tone, you and Marandi seem to be Some festivals."

Meng De laughed loudly and said: "It's not a festival, I just ask him for advice on behalf of my teacher."

After hearing this, Ma Landi thought for a while, his expression changed, and he said, "Are you Meng Bingliang's apprentice?"

Meng De said: "Not bad."

Marandi smiled and said, "I heard from Marandi that 20 years ago, he had a match with the commander, and he narrowly won by half. You wouldn't come here for this, would you?"

Meng De laughed, and said: "The master was indeed defeated by Ma Randi back then, but Ma Landi didn't know that the master had already been infected with a strange poison before he competed with him. I'm afraid that if I didn't fight with Ma Landi, I would have been poisoned to death. After my teacher came back, I struggled for ten years before I traveled westward. In the past ten years, I have worked hard to practice martial arts, so that one day I can fight against Ma Landi from your teacher. .”

(End of this chapter)