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

The election officially begins, with the leaders of each faction voting for each other.

All eighteen masters came to the center of the arena on the first floor. The election had not yet begun, but the result was obvious.

The arena was divided into three groups.

In the far corner, the old Taoist priest was holding little Azai and Lu Xiaobao.

The character in the drama is Jin Dao, the leader of the Beggars' Sect.

The man with the golden sword stood there, surrounded by the four masters.

The most dramatic character is Murong Fu.

Murong Fu stood with his hands behind his back. He was surrounded by many sect leaders. The closest ones were the leader of Shadow Valley, the leader of Qingcheng Sect, and the leader of Dian Cang Sect. Those outside were the leaders of other sects. There were a total of ten sect leaders surrounding him.

"I originally thought that the leader of the Beggars' Sect could compete with the head of Murong, but now it seems that there is such a huge difference! What's the point of voting? The results are out now!"

"That's right! The Golden Sword has four votes, and Sect Leader Murong has a full ten votes, which is more than half the difference!"

"Don't say that this golden sword can't be compared. In previous martial arts conferences, no leader has ever received the support of so many leaders. The most he got was seven votes! This leader Murong is really amazing! Ten votes, ten sects!"

The common people could not help but sigh deeply as they watched Murong Fu, who was surrounded by so many stars on the stage.

Jin Dao glanced at Murong Fu and snorted like a cow.

Murong Fu didn't look at him.

His face was calm, but his eyes were full of pride.

Ten leaders chose him.

He already has the equivalent of 10,000 votes, plus the support of the 5,000 private troops given to him by Du Yizi. Even if none of those stupid people vote for him, he will still have 15,000 votes.

You know, in any martial arts conference, any martial arts leader has never received more than 10,000 votes.

The highest is barely ten thousand.

He already had fifteen thousand, and what's more, he had been pretending to make donations in Kyoto for so long, there would definitely be those fools who would vote for him.

By then, there will be more than 15,000 votes.

He is not only the most prestigious person in this martial arts conference, but also the most prestigious person in history.

And his good brother...

Murong Fu looked at the old Taoist priest.

In the corner, the old Taoist priest was holding little Azai in his left hand and Lu Xiaobao in his right hand.

On this stage, it seemed particularly miserable.

"Fortunately, there is a rule that each sect cannot vote for itself, and must vote for other sect leaders. Otherwise, it would be very embarrassing for some people, as they would not even have a single vote!" The leader of Shadow Valley looked at the old Taoist priest and said loudly.

The leader of the Qingcheng Sect laughed: "Master of the Shadow Valley, you see the truth but don't say it. You've made the leader of the Tiangang Sect so embarrassed that he has to rely on two kids to vote for him and save his face!" "If it were me, I would have jumped into the river. How could I have the face to come here to participate in the martial arts conference! Bah, you are so shameless!" The leader of the Dian Cang Sect spat at the old Taoist priest.

The other leaders surrounding Murong Fu also echoed and laughed at the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest just looked at them coldly.

Finally, his eyes fell firmly on Murong Fu.

Murong Fu and the old Taoist priest looked into each other's eyes. He raised the corner of his mouth at the old Taoist priest Wusheng, his eyes extremely provocative.

There were voices all around mocking the old Taoist priest, until they had all finished mocking him.

Murong Fu raised his hand to stop them: "Everyone, my brother is not good at talking and can only hang out with children. It's not my brother's fault."

"Master Murong is really kind-hearted!" The Shadow Valley Master praised loudly.

"That's right! I just admire Master Murong so much!" said the leader of Qingcheng Sect.

"Master Murong is a role model for us!" The master of Dian Cang Sect echoed.

Murong Fu said to the old Taoist priest in a friendly manner: "Although I am not familiar with the leaders, the villagers will vote for me later, and they will definitely choose me!"

At this time, Zhang Daxia stepped forward and announced that the voting for the leaders had officially begun.

The leader is elected in public on the stage.

The first one was Murong Fu. Just when Murong Fu was about to announce who he would choose in public, a disciple of the Beggars' Sect ran up.

He covered his chest and ran to Jin Dao's side. He said something to Jin Dao. Jin Dao's face changed instantly, and then he cursed him viciously and walked away.

Zhang Daxia hurried forward to stop them, but was stopped by Murong Fu: "It seems that Gang Leader Jin has something urgent to deal with. Let's wait for him!"

Jin Dao had already walked far away with that disciple, and he looked really anxious.

Finally, Zhang Da Xia said, "Then we will wait for Gang Leader Jin!"

Since both Hero Zhang and Murong Fu said so, the leaders of other factions naturally had no objections.

Murong Fu looked at Jin Dao's departing back with a look of pleasure.

Because he just clearly saw Jin Dao's mouth spitting.

What he cursed was: I want to kill that vicious woman Bai Su!

He also wanted to kill Bai Su, the scheming and vicious woman, and he thought about it in his dreams, but his image had been damaged again yesterday, and his image must not be damaged again before the martial arts conference was over.

Naturally, he could no longer take the risk of killing that vicious woman Bai Su.

He was not in a position to do it himself, but he was happy to see someone else kill the vicious woman.

Even if the golden sword can't kill him, injuring him is good enough! (End of this chapter)