Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 173 Martial Arts Leader ([-])
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The low and long trumpet sounded, and slowly swayed, only the ears of the crowd in the courtyard were rumbling, and their hearts were disturbed.

Three bamboo sedan chairs flew over from a distance, surrounded by dignified monks.

Flowers pave the way, and gongs clear the way.

I saw a monk sitting on the futon in the sedan chair at the front. He was wearing a yellow monk robe. He was less than 50 years old. Hui, he took a few glances at the group of heroes in the courtyard, and he felt admiration and closeness in his heart.

"Duke Ming is here too..."

Many monks in the courtyard were startled when they saw the visitor, and they looked at each other, all seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes.

"Big Wheel Ming King" Jiumozhi is gifted and intelligent, has a photographic memory, and is obsessed with martial arts. He is proud of the "Flame Knife" magical skill taught by the master of the Nyingma School of the Esoteric Sect of the Tubo Kingdom.

He has reached a very high level of skill and insight, has great wisdom, and is proficient in Buddhism. Every five years, he opens the altar to give lectures.

Therefore.

All the monks in the courtyard have heard his lectures, and they even said that they are half of his disciples.

Seeing Jiumozhi appear, Jinlun Dharma King couldn't help showing a gentle smile.

Although he and Jiumozhi are not from the same sect, they are both disciples of the Red Sect, so they can be regarded as brothers.

The relationship between the two was also good in the past.

"Pretentious..."

The ancestor of Xuedao stared at Jiumozhi with gloomy eyes. His Xuedao sect belongs to the black sect. He has been oppressed by Jiumozhi all these years. If he hadn't achieved great feats, he might have been wiped out by Jiumozhi. Displeased, he snorted a few times.

After seeing the fat monk on the bamboo sedan chair behind Jiumozhi, the ancestor of Xuedao couldn't help but squinted his eyes, his expression changed several times, and he showed a flattering smile. He flew forward and quickly walked up to him.

The fat monk was around 40 to [-] years old, with a broad body and a fat body. His monk's robe was bright red, and he was smiling.

The person who came was the "Buddhist President" Yang Lian Zhenjia, he was extremely talented and superb in Buddhism, he was no less than the "Great Wheel Ming King" Jiumozhi, his martial arts were close to the level of a master.

In the sedan chair behind him, the thin old monk with his eyes closed and his head bowed was Da Yiba, the "Master of Sanzang".

He and Yang Lian Zhenjia came out of the flower sect together, and they are both disciples of "Dayuan Emperor Master" Basiba, but their tempers are far different, and he has always disliked himself as a junior.

This turn of events was unexpected by all the heroes in the courtyard.

They thought that Qiao Feng, the martial arts leader, was a sure thing, but they never thought of killing these people again, they couldn't help but feel angry, and they all started shouting.

Although Huang Rong had inquired about the news a long time ago, saying that Bei Yuan would send experts to disrupt the situation, she didn't expect there to be so many, and she couldn't help feeling a little headache, but she still had a calm look on her face. See emotions.

dark place.

The "Southern Emperor" Master Yideng looked at the "Master Sanzang" Da Yiba, his chest and white eyebrows trembled slightly, and his expression was a little melancholy.

The one who stopped him from going back to Tianlong Temple was Dayiba. After a fight between the two, although he won, it was delayed after all.

It also caused the fire at Tianlong Temple, and the century-old temple was destroyed.

"Ugh……"

Master Yideng sighed faintly, slowly closed his eyes, and recited scriptures, obviously not intending to make a move.

Now Dali Kingdom has been occupied by Bei Yuan.

Not to mention that he doesn't have the desire to be competitive, even if he did, he wouldn't choose to do it.

He also knows.

Bei Yuan Iron Hoof can really kill people.

Zhao Min stood up early, with a smile on his lips, and took the initiative to greet him.

"Masters, please be polite."

"The county lord."

"Please rise, princess."

……

Da Yiba walked in front of Zhao Min, with a gentle smile on his face, "I will follow the command of the princess for this trip, please give the command of the princess."

Zhao Min was particularly satisfied with his attitude, most of the Flower Sect disciples like Dayiba and Yang Lian Zhenjia were under Kublai Khan's subordinates.

Being able to obey her this time is also thanks to the "Master of the Great Yuan Emperor" Ba Siba who came down today.

otherwise.

Only by her Ruyang Palace can command so many masters.

Zhao Min looked around and asked doubtfully, "Master, didn't you say that Vajra Master will also come? Why didn't you see him?"

Dayiba smiled slightly, "Brother, he may have been delayed on the way, but since he promised, he will definitely come."

Zhao Min nodded thoughtfully.

She glanced sideways at Qiao Feng, who was standing proudly on the group of heroes, like a hero in the world, with a smile on his handsome face.

"At the end of the crossbow, I don't know how long it can last..."

Taoist Baishang is a great innate master who has a hundred years of internal strength.

Qiao Feng won this time, how could he not pay a price?
"Cough cough..."

Xie Feng coughed twice, secretly activated his inner strength, and said loudly, "Since no one is on stage, then the martial arts leader this time..."

"Wait a moment!!"

Zhao Mingao shouted, the clear and clear voice made many people look a little strange, thinking that this person is really a sissy.

"Young Master Zhao, what's the matter?" Xie Feng was speechless.

"Who said no one is on stage?"

Xie Feng's face was ashen, and he resisted the thought of slapping Zhao Min to death, "They don't have an invitation card, and they are not among the invited ones, so naturally they cannot go on stage."

"Oh?"

Zhao Min pretended to be surprised, and asked, "Could it be that the leader of the Wulin is your beggar gang? Whoever you say can be compared can be compared, and whoever you say can't be compared can't be compared?"

"If this is the case, what kind of martial arts leader should you choose? You two beggar gangs can choose by themselves, why bother to mobilize the crowd like this? You also invited all the heroes from all over the world. In my opinion, isn't this just playing us?"

……

Zhao Min's words were well-founded, so that although the group of heroes present knew that she had no good intentions, they still couldn't help thinking about it.

This is human nature.

After reminiscing, Qunhao suddenly realized that the warriors who just came to power were all from the Beggar Gang and had a close relationship with Guo Jing and his wife.

in this way.

Qunhao looked at Guo Jing and his wife, who were some beggar gang disciples, and his eyes became strange.

It's your beggar gang who want to be the leader of martial arts?

In the courtyard.

People like Murong Fu and Zuo Lengchan with small minds and ambitions are not in the minority. Under the impetus of others, they quickly shouted and asked questions.

this world.

There are many people who admire and respect Guo Jing and his wife, but there are also quite a few people who are equally jealous and loathe them, not to mention those who don't want them to be the leader of the martial arts alliance, there are too many to count.

Who has never dreamed of becoming the leader of the martial arts and commanding the heroes.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, cold sweat broke out on the forehead of Xie Feng, an elderly man. At this moment, Huang Rong walked out of the main hall slowly with a bamboo stick, but her complexion was not good at this time.

Guo Jing saw it, and couldn't help asking about it, Huang Rong immediately listened to him.

Guo Jing was a little surprised when he heard the words, his thick eyebrows were frowned, his tiger eyes were powerful, he nodded slowly, and immediately moved his dantian, stood up, and faced the crowd.

"Everyone! Everyone! Everyone!!"

Guo Jing urged him with his internal force, and immediately suppressed the noise from all around him. He said loudly, "Heroes! This time, I can give Guo this face, and I am very grateful for coming here. As for this martial arts For the position of leader, Guo thinks that those who are able should live there, and heroes will be judged in martial arts, so I invite all heroes to fight, and Hu Lu must not let the Hu Lu despise him."

"Yes, what Guo Daxia said is correct, Wanbuke made them look down upon him!"

"I don't believe that our Central Plains martial arts are full of talents, and there are not many heroes!!"

"Expel the Tartars, give me back my mountains and rivers!!"

……

Guo Jing's prestige is still there, plus what he said just now, he almost knowingly told others that no matter his status, whoever has the ability can be the leader of the martial arts alliance, and the three monks in Shaolin were moved.

But after seeing Zhao Min and others, he chose to remain silent.

Songshan Mountain is very close to Luoyang. If they dare to support Guo Jing today and oppose Bei Yuan, they will probably be surrounded by iron hoofs tomorrow, and the Miemen Tu sect will be killed.

This is not the first time the Mongols have done this kind of thing, and they have no doubts.

With regard to the Heimuya incident a while ago, after such a long time, those who are interested will naturally be able to see who is behind it.

Even the Sun Moon God Sect, which was at its peak, was seriously injured by the whole, so Shaolin naturally didn't want to go into this muddy water.

Looking at the excited crowd, Zhao Mindai frowned, apparently not expecting this result.

With a smile on Huang Rong's lips, she followed Guo Jing, Xie Feng and others with a bamboo stick in front of Zhao Min.

"I don't know who these people are..."

Zhao Min looked at her sideways, with a playful smile on his face, "Guangzhu Huang, they are also competing for the position of the leader of the martial arts..."

There was a cold light in Huang Rong's beautiful apricot eyes, and she suspected that the assassination of the Guo Mansion a few days ago was planned by this person in front of her.

Think about this.

She couldn't help but show more killing intent in her eyes, which made Zhao Min feel a little uncomfortable.

Huang Rong said coldly, "Then let's start to have some skills."

"It's natural."

Zhao Min smiled slightly, watched Huang Rong leave, and then asked humbly, "I don't know who the master thinks can beat this leader Qiao?"

Zhao Min still has self-knowledge, he knows that because of his limited martial arts realm, his vision is limited, so he dare not command indiscriminately.

If things go wrong this time.

Not to mention her, even her father, King Chahantemul, will also be held accountable.

Dayiba looked around, raised his eyes to stare at Qiao Feng on the stage with pale lips and trembling slightly, thought for a while and said, "Based on the current state of Chief Qiao, my junior brother should be able to beat him."

Yang Lian Zhenjia, who was listening to the blood knife patriarch's flattery, trembled when he heard the words, his brows were wrinkled, and his face darkened.

He had fought against Qiao Feng before, and unsurprisingly, he lost.

I wondered in my heart whether my senior brother was deliberately messing with me, insisting on embarrassing myself.

Zhao Min nodded slightly, and glanced sideways at Yang Lian and Zhen Jia, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly and returned to normal.

These two people are the same as that deer stick guest, they can be described as evil spirits in color, Buddhist cancer, but their methods are even more disgusting than that deer stick guest.

Enduring the discomfort in his heart, Zhao Min walked over, with frowned eyes, and said with a smile, "Master, please come to the stage to fight."

Yang Lian Zhenjia took a deep breath of the fragrance of violets coming from the road, and there was a different radiance on that fleshy face.

"Princess, she is becoming more and more charming, even in men's clothes, she is extremely handsome."

The smile on Zhao Min's face was a little stiff, and he repeated, "Let the mage come to the stage to fight."

"This one……"

Yang Lian Zhenjia glanced at Qiao Feng, and couldn't help recalling the fierce battle with him in Dali a few years ago, and he was still apprehensive, "The poor monk is in poor health, I'm afraid he will miss, please ask the princess to hire someone else."

Zhao Min's face turned cold, and his pretty face turned frosty. He took the token from his waist and said in a cold voice, "Yang Pei, the princess is now ordered by the emperor to take the stage. If you disobey the order, you will bear the consequences."

Yang Lian Zhenjia was startled, sweat overflowed on his fat face, his eyeballs rolled, he suddenly smiled and laughed.

"Princess, don't be angry, don't be angry, the little monk will be on stage, don't get angry."

Yang Lian Zhenjia suppressed the coldness in his eyes, walked on the water, came to the opposite of Qiao Feng, and looked at him from afar.

Qiao Feng closed his eyes half-closed, not angry but pretentious, he glanced coldly at Dayiba and the others, not to mention, there were quite a few familiar faces, especially this Yang Lian Zhenjia on the opposite side.

"Qiao Feng, we meet again, Lord Buddha will wash away the shame this time!!"

"Let's show what you have, otherwise Qiao is afraid that your demon monk will have no chance!!"

Qiao Feng rarely said such things, but facing Yang Lian Zhenjia, he still couldn't help but want to vent his anger.

"Buddha, I really want to see what you have grown.!"

Yang Lian Zhenjia sneered, and quickly formed a seal with his palms. A majestic and mighty golden lion roared up to the sky behind him, shaking all directions.

Roar--

The originally illusory body gradually solidified, and everyone's ears were buzzing.

Tantric Mahamudra - Lion Seal.

Qiao Feng was a little surprised, he didn't expect not to see him in a few years, this demon monk has grown so much, but although he didn't panic, he rushed out, his body rushed out like an arrow from the string, with luck in both palms, the dragon's head could be seen faintly, "Ang—ang—" the dragon chant continued.

Canglong vs. Golden Lion! !

At this time.

Night had fallen, but Huang Rong seemed to have made arrangements long ago, setting up torches one by one, illuminating the entire manor as if it were daytime.

Su Quan knelt aside and yawned, her posture was particularly alluring. "Sir, this concubine is a little sleepy, when shall we do it?"

"It's justifiable for us to do it now. People like the martial arts leader can't say anything."

Long Peng greeted the drink calmly, and said calmly, "The winner is the one who laughs last, why are you so anxious?"

"Okay, as long as you are happy."

Su Quan smiled, looked up at the middle-aged man who was dressed as a scholar at the next table and closed his eyes to recuperate, she smiled and said, "Yang Zuoshi, would you like to have a drink?"

Yang Xiao opened his eyes slightly, and chuckled softly, "It's hard to get rid of the beauty's favor, there's no need."

After speaking, he closed his eyes as if the old monk had settled down again.

"Boring man..."

Su Quan shook his head, poured himself a drink, and yawned twice from time to time, looking really tired.

Long Peng raised his eyes slightly, "If you are tired, go down and rest first."

"That won't do."

Su Quan shook his head energetically, and said with a coquettish smile, "I haven't seen Mr. make a move yet, if I just miss it like this, I won't be reconciled."

(End of this chapter)