Hang up from apprentice Li Mochou

Hong Qigong was sitting on the eaves. Although the clothes on his body were covered with pudding here and there, they were clean. He had a bamboo stick on his waist and a big red gourd in his hand, and he said While pouring wine into his mouth.

"Great Monk, what kind of national master do you want to be in your great Mongolian country? Naturally, I am not in charge of it, but if you want to be the leader of the martial arts alliance in the Central Plains, you are not qualified."

As soon as Hong Qigong appeared, all the heroes present were excited, shouting loudly, and the whole place was boiling.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong's faces were even more visibly happy.

"Master, since you are here, why didn't you say hello to us in advance?"

"Qi Gong, why haven't you come to see me for so long? Ronger misses you."

Seeing the appearance of the Southern Emperor and the Northern Beggar, there were also top powerhouses like Guo Jing and Huang Rong present. Although Jinlun Dharma King's martial arts was powerful, there was no way he could withstand so many heroes present with just one person.

But there was no emotion on his face, and there was even a trace of undetectable joy.

Mrs. Miaoyu on the side had a faint light in her eyes, and she thought to herself: "It's just a group of dying people. Let's see how long you can remain proud."

Mrs. Miaoyu circulated her inner energy, and her clear voice suddenly spread throughout the entire venue.

"Now that Northern Beggar Hong Qigong has shown up, it's just the right time. The Suwen Beggar Clan's most powerful weapon is the Dog Beating Stick Technique. It's the most powerful skill in Old Clan Leader Hong's life."

"This little girl is not talented, but she would like to learn a few lessons to see if the famous Hong Qigong is just an empty name."

As soon as Mrs. Miaoyu said these words, all the Beggar Clan disciples present became angry.

"How dare you, a bitch, speak rudely to the old gang leader?"

"You're afraid you're seeking death."

"What kind of status can you compare to Old Gang Leader Hong?"

Seeing everyone talking and talking, Miaoyu wants to be criticized by thousands of people and reviled by thousands of people.

Huang Rong could no longer sit back and watch. She took a step forward to fight on Hong Qigong's behalf.

But she was immediately stopped by Guo Jing. Huang Rong was pregnant not long ago. If she used force at this time, she might cause the fetal gas to move, which would be bad for the fetus in her belly.

He blocked his wife Huang Rong behind him and said: "Old gang leader Hong has always refused to use his dog-beating club lightly. There is no need for him to let others take action to deal with a junior like you. Let me teach you the girl's clever tricks!"

Mrs. Miaoyu had heard of Guo Jing's name a long time ago, but this was the first time she met this man face to face. Seeing him just standing there casually, he naturally had a calm demeanor, which made people uncomfortable. Dare to ignore.

She couldn't help but be secretly surprised: "Guo Jing really deserves his reputation."

However, the reason why she challenged them was not to really fight with these people, but just to delay time.

At this time, Mrs. Miaoyu's expression suddenly changed.

I saw a young lama wearing a yellow monk's robe appear in the middle of the hall. He was playing with a string of jasper beads in his hand, his eyes were open and closed, as if he was reciting scriptures, and he didn't look at the people present at all.

As for the other martial arts people present, Guo Jing, Hong Qigong and Master Yideng subconsciously felt their hearts tightening, as if they were aware of an unprecedented terrible crisis.

When did the young lama in yellow robes appear before him? They were completely unaware.

What made people feel even more frightened was that when their eyes fell on this person, they felt that he was like an endless abyss, trying to swallow up his soul.

Guo Jing, Hong Qigong, and Master Yideng subconsciously stood side by side to resist the momentum that everyone in the world could not notice.

The person who appeared was Meng Chixing who was injured and was supposed to be recuperating in seclusion.

His entire aura at this time had almost completely changed from before.

If he was like a big sun before seclusion, shining in all directions, just one glance would make people feel his incomparable power.

So now he is more like an abyss that can swallow the sun, with a kind of demonic power. The dark eyes and the faint flash of luster make people shudder.

Meng Chixing didn't even look at the people present. He used his spiritual thoughts to stir up the power of heaven and earth, forming a terrifying storm. At the same time, a sound spread in all directions.

"Huang Shang, don't you want to fight me?"

"Come out of seclusion now and I will help you."

"If you don't dare, then I will kill all the Jianghu people present today."

Such a loud sound and the tornado storm sweeping across all directions should have been earth-shattering and shocked everyone present.

But the people at the scene didn't hear any sound at all. They just felt that a strong wind suddenly blew, and the wind became stronger and stronger, even making the doors and windows shake violently.

Only Hong Qigong, at the top of Huashan Mountain, had broken through half a step of innateness, and could vaguely feel the changes in heaven and earth.

In his eyes, the handsome-looking lama opposite him seemed to be a demonic dragon capable of devouring everything, exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

There was also an extremely loud sound from the sky, and he vaguely heard the words Wang Chongyang, but an invisible force instantly penetrated his body, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Heavenly man?!"

Hong Qigong's body trembled and he almost fell to the ground. At this moment, he was finally sure that the seemingly harmless young lama in front of him was actually a legendary existence and a true heavenly being.

In Taoism, he can be called the corpse-resolving immortal, and in Buddhism, he can be called the golden-body Arhat.

Such existence has always only appeared in legends. I didn't expect that it would come to this great victory today.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong on the side saw him suddenly vomiting blood, and his expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward to support him.

"Qi Gong, are you okay?"

"Master, why are you suddenly vomiting blood? I'm here to help you heal your injuries."

Hong Qigong waved his hand to stop the couple's movements, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay for me to be a beggar, but..."

He raised his head and glanced at Meng Chixing opposite, took a deep breath, and said: "You should send everyone away now. This is the end of today's Heroes Conference."

Guo Jing was stunned for a moment. Before he could recover, other people in the arena had already exploded.

"What? How is this possible?"

"Then Jinlun Dharma King is obviously sent by the Mongolian Tatars to deliberately create trouble. How dare they be so arrogant on our territory? How can they give up so easily without teaching him a lesson?"

"That is, if you ask me to say kill them directly."

"These Tartars don't have good intentions. Why don't we all go up shoulder to shoulder and chop them all down, just in time for our blood sacrifice for today's Heroes Conference."

As soon as they said that, everyone set off and surrounded Jinlun Dharma King and his entourage.

"Stop everything!"

Hong Qigong was anxious. There was a strong man on the opposite side. He had just peeked into some of the secrets, but he had suffered extremely terrible injuries. Although there are many martial arts people present, they are like ants in front of such a land god.

Continuing to let them yell and make each other angry, I don't know how many people present today will survive.

But regarding the matter of the powerful Heavenly Man, he had no way to explain to everyone present that the realm of Heavenly Man is a supreme martial art that only those who have reached the level of Wujue can vaguely perceive and pursue it.

These ordinary people in the world don't understand at all, and they have never heard of such a strong man.

After all, Huang Rong was psychic. Seeing Hong Qigong's behavior, she felt something was wrong, so she tentatively said: "Qigong, I suddenly remembered that there are two eight-rare chickens over there in Xiangyang City. , why don't you, old man, come with me and I can cook it for you?"

Hong Qigong glanced at Huang Rong, with a look of benefit on his face, thinking that at the critical moment, he would still have to rely on Hua Rong, a quirky girl. If they were all fools like Guo Jing, they would be in big trouble.

"Rong'er, I haven't tasted your cooking for a long time. The Bazhen Chicken is even more delicious. I'm just an old beggar. I can't just leave them all here and enjoy the delicacies of the mountains and seas alone."

"And there is also a great monk from Mongolia here. He is a guest, after all, he still wants us to entertain him."

"Since everyone has elected me as the leader of the martial arts alliance, I will do my part as a beggar."

"People are coming to your door, so I naturally want to accept the challenge. As for you, don't get involved and prepare a good meal and wine. When this matter is over, my hometown Huazi will have a good meal."

When Huang Rong heard Hong Qigong's words, she immediately noticed the subtlety and understood his intention.

"Is the great monk opposite really so powerful? Even Qi Gong is so afraid of him?"

She didn't see the power of Meng Chixing at all, she just thought that Hong Qigong was afraid of Jinlun Dharma King.

"Old Gang Leader Hong, since everyone is knocking on our door, why should we be polite to these Mongolian Tatars?"

"Take them down together first!"

The heroes nearby could no longer hold back any longer. After shouting, someone had already drawn his sword and was about to kill Jinlun Dharma King and his party.

"Stop it, everyone. Didn't you just jointly elect me as the leader of the martial arts alliance?" Hong Qigong shouted loudly: "Then, do you listen to what I, the leader of the martial arts alliance, say?"

Everyone on the side looked at each other in confusion. Lu Youjiao clasped his fists and saluted: "I, a disciple of the Beggar Clan, obey the orders of the leader."

He was the first to speak, and the others responded one by one.

"Since you are all willing to listen to me, then withdraw from Dasheng Pass immediately." Hong Qigong said decisively: "As for these guests, leave it to the old beggar and me to entertain them."

Those people in the arena looked at Jinlun Dharma King with hatred, obviously unwilling to withdraw like this.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Mrs. Miaoyu suddenly laughed. She watched Hong Qigong clap his hands gently, and the golden bell hanging on his wrist swayed, making a crisp ringing sound.

"Senior Hong is really powerful. Others are still ignorant and don't know that death is coming. On the contrary, senior Hong, you are able to detect a thing or two. You are worthy of the position of leader of the martial arts alliance."

"Unfortunately……"

She paused and said with some cold words: "You discovered it too late. All of you will die here today."

Master Yideng has been silent since his appearance, observing the situation secretly.

He and Hong Qigong have been friends for a long time, and he knows that this old guy is the most passionate and hates evil. With his actions today, he must have discovered an extremely terrifying enemy.

Otherwise, I would never want to send others away.

But what puzzled him was, was the enemy really so terrifying? Even Wang Chongyang, who had his first sword debate in Huashan, would probably suffer a lot if he faced the encirclement and killing of so many heroes here.

Thinking of this, he narrowed his eyes and made a decision.

"Why does this girl have to say such arrogant things? If you want to keep everyone present, I'm afraid you can't do it."

"Since this Jinlun Dharma King is a Mongolian master and a member of our Buddhist sect, why not let me learn your clever tricks!"

Master Yideng slowly took a few steps forward, looked at Jinlun Dharma King and said, "If I can win even one and a half moves, please lead your men and retreat quickly."

"What if Senior Nan Di loses?" Mrs. Miaoyu asked with a smile.

"Then I will let you all do what you want." At this time, Master Yideng possesses the two unique skills of Xiantian Kung Fu and Yiyang Finger, and his martial arts has reached the pinnacle.

He clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name, and then said to Jinlun Dharma King: "Jinlun Dharma King, please!"

Jin Lun Dharma King did not move, but looked at Meng Chixing who was not far from him.

Meng Chixing looked up at the sky. In his sight, there was a long rainbow that looked like bright starlight piercing the sky and quickly heading towards here.

"The person I'm waiting for has arrived. You can handle the matters here by yourselves."

He just said something lightly, and then he disappeared as suddenly as when he came.

Master Yideng saw this scene with his own eyes, and his pupils shrank, "Is there such an unpredictable Qinggong in the world? Who was that just now? Is it the young yellow-robed Lama that the old beggar is afraid of?"

After Meng Chixing left, Jinlun Dharma King respectfully bowed to him in the direction he was leaving, then waved his hand, and someone immediately delivered the message to the door.

Just a moment later, outside Dasheng Pass, shouts of killing suddenly came from the sky.

Densely packed Mongolian cavalry rushed over and surrounded the entire checkpoint. At the same time, a large number of infantrymen came with heavy siege equipment.

Although the terrain of Dasheng Pass is dangerous, there are not many soldiers defending the city. Once attacked by such a large Mongolian army, they will never be able to stop it for long.

The shouts of killing shook the sky. After the Mongolian cavalry arrived, they took the lead in shooting the arrows in their hands towards the city. For a while, arrows rained down, covering the sky and the earth.

"These Mongolian Tatars really have bad intentions. They want to catch us all."

"There are so many Mongolian soldiers outside, what should we do? We are completely surrounded!"

"The status of the old monk opposite must be extraordinary. Let's go together and catch him."

The Mongolian army besieged the city, which made these people in the world panic for a while and started talking in all directions.

"I advise you not to act rashly!" Mrs. Miaoyu said meaningfully: "You just stay here and wait for news from the other side. There is no way to survive."

"If you really don't care about life and death and dare to take action now, I can guarantee that none of you here will survive."

"No chickens or dogs will be left behind in the entire Dasheng!"

"Oh?" A clear male voice suddenly sounded from the crowd, "I didn't expect that I, a traitor to the Ming Cult, would be so capable now."

"The Jinlun Dharma King who killed the previous leader of my Ming Cult, and the traitor of my Ming Cult, Mrs. Miaoyu, are both here."

"It's time for me to clean up the house. I want to see how you let me die here."

(End of this chapter)