The beginning of Tianlong is second to Murong Fu

Chapter 220 Martial Arts Conference
Ulsan.

God knife door.

The next morning.

In the martial arts training ground, many people have already gathered. All sects have rushed here, each found a seat and sat down, waiting for the convening of the martial arts conference.

Candidates for each sect to participate in the competition seem to be ready, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it at a glance, because some people have already started to warm up.

"Master Xuan Ji, you are here too."

"Amitabha, Master Qiao is also here."

In one of the training grounds, Qiao Feng and Master Xuan Ji from Shaolin Temple greeted each other.

"I didn't expect the eminent monks from Shaolin Temple to come too."

Qiao Feng looked at Xuan Ji and the monks from Shaolin Temple behind him, and said with a smile, but the smile seemed a bit stiff.

"The poor monk didn't expect that Chief Qiao would come, as far as the poor monk knows, Chief Qiao and Xu Zhu should be sworn brothers, what? Now, for the sake of being the leader of the martial arts alliance, do you want to turn against your sworn brother?"

Xuan Ji sized Qiao Feng up, and asked with something in his words.

"Master, you are joking. I, Qian Feng, have never been interested in being the leader of the martial arts. I am here to see which faction is going to be the enemy of my brother. Whoever becomes the leader of the martial arts is my beggar gang." enemy!"

While talking, Qiao Feng looked at the various sects around him, his face darkened, and his voice raised a little on purpose.

He is expressing his attitude, and he is also warning those who intend to crusade against Tianmen, whoever is against Tianmen is against the beggars.

"Sect leader Qiao is indeed heroic, and the poor monk admires him."

Xuan Ji was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little surprised that Qiao Feng would openly declare his intentions in front of his fellow martial artists.

"But I don't know what the Shaolin Temple means by coming here?"

Qiao Feng looked at Master Xuanji and asked in a deep voice.

"Since the Shaolin Temple has received a hero card, there is no reason not to come. This is the rule of the world, but Xu Zhu used to be my Shaolin disciple, and he has a deep relationship with the senior brother of the sect leader, so my Shaolin Temple will never participate in the martial arts leader's meeting." Fighting, just watching from the sidelines."

Xuan Ji clasped his hands together and said slowly.

Qiao Feng snorted coldly, stopped talking, and returned to his seat.

Xuan Ji froze for a moment, shook his head, and sat back in his seat.

Xiao Jun, who was hiding in the crowd of the beggar gang, heard the conversation between Qiao Feng and Xuan Ji just now, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The four of them hid at the back of the crowd, stood in the most inconspicuous position, quietly watching the upcoming martial arts conference.

During this period, Xiao Jun also discovered that Nangong Wushuang brought a group of women in green clothes to the scene, and chose a seat under the name of Furong Sword Sect.

"Master of the Divine Sword Sect, Zhuge Jin is here!"

At this moment, a disciple of Shendao Sect stood by the competition platform in the middle of the martial arts training ground and shouted loudly.

With this shout, the slightly noisy training ground gradually quieted down, and then saw an old man who was nearly fifty years old wearing a white gown and a black cloth around his waist, slowly walking onto the competition platform .

"The master of the Divine Sword Sect, Zhuge Jin, has met all of you fellow martial artists, heroes of the world."

Zhuge Jin clasped her fists, saluted all the sects and sects sitting around the competition stage, and said with a smile.

All the surrounding sects and sects also stood up and returned the salute one by one, without exception, which also showed that the prestige of the Shendaomen in the Jianghu is still there.

"The purpose of all of you gathering in my Divine Sword Sect today is to elect a highly respected martial arts lord, and lead the world's martial arts colleagues to crusade against Tianmen together! I hope that after today, everyone can work together to deal with the great devil, the Holy Lord of Tianmen. head!"

"This person not only shields the witch, but is also really ruthless. If someone has a grudge with him, he will destroy people's families indiscriminately. His methods are extremely cruel! The Hengshan Sword Sect is the best proof. To actually kill hundreds of disciples of the Hengshan Sword Sect in a short while, such means are simply unreasonable!"

"That's why I, Shendaomen, came forward to hold this martial arts conference. I hope everyone will work together, follow the leader's order, wipe out the Tianmen in one fell swoop, and return the martial arts world to a bright future!"

Standing on the stage, Zhuge Jin looked at the various sects and sects around him, and said righteously, almost crying.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

The surrounding martial arts people shouted in unison, and some people really echoed.

"Now I announce that the martial arts conference has officially begun! Any fellow martial arts can compete on stage, and whoever can persevere to the end will be the leader of the martial arts alliance!"

After Zhuge Jin finished speaking, she slowly walked down the competition platform and returned to the place where the Divine Sword Gate was located in the middle.

It seemed that some people couldn't wait any longer. As soon as Zhuge Jin stepped off the stage, someone jumped onto the martial arts arena and bowed to the surrounding martial arts fellows.

"Xue Chong, the Giant Dragon Gang in Xiaguanxi, whoever refuses to accept it, you can go to the stage and fight!"

This man has messy long hair, wears a fur coat, and holds a steel hammer in his hand. His momentum is like a rainbow, and his sound is like a bell.

As soon as the words fell, a thin middle-aged man also jumped onto the martial arts arena, holding a long sword, a pair of red phoenix eyes, and his eyes were sinister.

"At Xiamobei Iron Sword Gate, Guan Fei, I will teach you how to do it!"

The stern gaze, coupled with the stern tone, didn't seem to put Xue Chong of the Dragon Gang in his eyes.

"The first competition begins!"

The disciple of the Divine Sword Sect standing on the edge of the competition platform spoke again.

Following the voice, the martial arts competition officially began, and I saw the two of them kept coming and going on the martial arts stage, fighting inextricably, one was fierce in moves, the other was light in body, it seemed that no one could subdue the other in a short time .

The martial arts people present were engrossed in watching it, and they would applaud from time to time.

However, Xiao Jun was not in the mood to watch the competition on the stage, but secretly observed the direction of Nangong Wushuang and Shendaomen, scanning from time to time all the people present, looking for possible traces of the Longevity Gate.

After meeting Nangong Wushuang last night, he had already concluded that people from the Changshengmen would definitely come to this martial arts conference, and it was very likely that this was a trap designed by the Changshengmen.

But as for whether to use this opportunity to eliminate the martial arts sects or deliberately lure him to appear and then kill him here, he is not sure.

But one day he was sure that the Shendaomen, which had been hiding in the world for decades, suddenly reappeared and openly held a martial arts conference.

The competition on the stage is still going on, and the fight is getting faster and harder, and the limit has been exceeded without knowing it, and there are frequent killing moves, but there is no word to stop it, even the host of this conference. The same is true for Daomen, just watching it happen silently.

(End of this chapter)