The cold God of War Prince is passionate about the peasant wife

The old Taoist priest looked at the heavy object covered with black cloth and asked, "What is this?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "This is my Sky Eagle Sect's personal property. Do you want to take control of it, brother?"

The disciples from various sects who had finished breakfast and were heading to the arena were all around. When they heard Murong Fu's words, they couldn't help but look at the old Taoist priest with strange eyes.

Finally, the old Taoist withdrew his hand and left with Bai Su and others.

"Brother!" Suddenly, Murong Fu's loud voice came from behind.

The old Taoist stopped and looked back, only to meet Murong Fu's smiling face: "Today is a competition between our leaders. Brother, you must go all out and don't show mercy to me. This will also comfort our father's spirit in heaven and prove that his original choice was not wrong!"

The old Taoist priest clenched his fists fiercely.

A Kun and A Zhen took a step forward angrily.

This is simply too much, and it hits people where it hurts again and again.

The old Taoist priest pulled the two of them back, looked at Murong Fu, and said sternly, "Don't worry, I won't let you get anything today!"

Murong paused again.

However, the disciples from various sects who were watching the show began to sneer, thinking that the old Taoist priest was overestimating his own abilities.

Although the Sky Eagle Sect repeatedly slandered Gui Zongmen yesterday, it did lose their goodwill.

But as the leader of the Tianying Sect, Murong Fu still has strength. Compared with Murong Fu, the eldest son of the Murong family has brought the once glorious Tiangang Sect to such a state of decline, and he still speaks so shamelessly, which is really annoying.

After all, everyone in the martial arts world knows that Murong Fu has been gifted since childhood, and his martial arts attainments have surpassed those of his brother.

Also let?

How shameless!

The old Taoist priest resolutely turned around and left with everyone.

After the old Taoist priest left, the disciples from various sects who had come to watch the show headed towards the arena.

Behind him, Murong Fu looked at the old Taoist priest's back and suddenly smiled.

His hand fell on the coffin. He watched as Black Cloth touched the coffin little by little, and uttered word by word: "Dad, you always thought I was not as good as Murong Yunhai! Today, I want you to see with your own eyes how I defeated Murong Yunhai. I want you to see clearly how useless and useless he is! And I should be the pride of the Murong family!"

Murong Fu smiled and suddenly raised his hand: "Hang this old man up for me!"

"Yes!"

The Sky Eagle disciples carried the coffin forward.

Half an hour later, the competition officially began.

All the sects have taken their seats, and the common people have also arrived, but there are obviously many more people today than yesterday.

Hero Zhang walked onto the stage and announced the official start of the competition.

The first stage of the competition for the leader is to compare reputation.

After all, the leader of the martial arts world is responsible for commanding the entire martial arts world, so his character must be highly respected and popular.

The first stage is to elect the eighteen participating masters based on their character. Each master is ranked from most to least according to the number of people voted for. The top nine with the most people will advance to the next stage, and the bottom nine will be eliminated directly.

But the election is divided into two parts. The first part is the common people present, and each common people can freely vote and cast their vote for the leader they think is the most respected and prestigious.

The other part is the eighteen sect leaders who participate in the competition. The eighteen sect leaders also have the right to elect each other, but they must vote for a sect leader other than themselves.

Moreover, because the leader represents an entire sect, the vote of a leader is regarded as the vote of a thousand ordinary people.

Finally, the sum of the people's votes and the leader's votes is the final number of votes for the leader.

But whether it is ordinary people or the eighteen leaders, they can only choose one and no duplication is allowed.

Sitting in the audience seats of the Sky Eagle Sect, Murong Fu glanced at the audience seats of other sects around him. The leaders of the sects he glanced at all smiled and nodded to him one by one.

It goes without saying that we should follow his lead in the future.

Well, so what if the Guizong Sect won the first place? That’s because the disciples of the Guizong Sect are powerful, not the sect leader.

But now it’s a competition between the leaders of various sects. How can two little kids beat Murong Fu?

Not to mention the two young leaders of the Guizong Sect, even looking at all the sects participating in the competition, the strongest one is undoubtedly Murong Fu. The only one who can compete with him is the leader of the Beggar Gang, Jin Dao.

But after all, Murong Fu is definitely the winner in the end.

Therefore, they must take sides early and cast all their votes for Murong Fu, so that Murong Fu will not make things difficult for them.

Murong Fu looked at these sect leaders smiling at him ingratiatingly, his eyes full of pride.

He looked towards the third-tier stands again, his eyes scanning the area until they finally landed on one spot.

The people here all sat upright, without saying a word.

If you look closely, you will see that the people here are all young men.

Murong Fu smiled.

He had long been famous for his charity in the city. Even though he had wrongly accused Gui Zongmen yesterday, it could not erase the fact that he gave charity and helped the poor.

If these fools don’t choose him, who else can they choose?

Almost all the leaders have joined him and will definitely choose him.

In this reputation competition, he is bound to be first.

What's more, just in case, the old immortal Du Yizi gave him all his 5,000 private soldiers today.

These five thousand private soldiers were all brought by the old man from Dajin, and they would only choose him.

In this competition, if he is not the first, who else could it be!
Murong Fu looked back happily and looked to his side.

There was a skeleton hanging beside him.

The thick rope was tied tightly around the cervical spine, hanging the entire skeleton, as if a person was hanging alive in mid-air.

Murong Fu looked at the hanging skeleton from top to bottom, as if admiring his own masterpiece, and said with a smile: "Dad, you better open your eyes and see clearly how I won first place and stepped on your eldest son!"

Murong Fu's fingertips slid across the skeleton's hand, and with a sudden force, he pulled the entire left hand bone off and broke it on the ground. (End of this chapter)