The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 404: After the Battle, All Grudges Are Gone

At a Jiangnan martial arts conference, basically all the famous martial arts sects in Jiangnan came, and many low-key lone masters also came.

It can be said that more than 99% of the essence of Jiangnan martial arts are gathered on the island in the middle of the lake, and it is extremely noisy.

"The auspicious time has come, let's pay homage to the Human Emperor Lieshan!"

Amid the noise, Qiao Zhengyang's voice suddenly interrupted. Although the voice was not loud, it was full of energy and was clearly heard by everyone.

Suddenly the whole venue fell silent, and Qiao Zhengyang's figure was seen standing in the center of the venue without anyone noticing.

There was an incense table in front of him, and three sacrificial animals were offered.

In an instant, all the warriors, no matter what they were doing, straightened their clothes and stood up solemnly.

In ancient times, the human race was weak and could only be eaten by strange beasts.

It was the Lieshan clan who pioneered the Qi and Blood Martial Arts, which allowed the human race to no longer just become food for the alien beasts, but to instead hunt the alien beasts themselves.

In terms of strength, the Lieshan clan might be ranked last among the five ancient human emperors.

But in terms of contribution, without him, there would be no prosperity of the human race today.

During every important festival, all warriors would offer sacrifices to the Lieshan clan.

There were hundreds of thousands of people present, all with solemn expressions. Even those who disagreed in their hearts did not dare to show frivolous expressions when they saw the atmosphere around them, otherwise they would be beaten to death without any way to complain.

After the first bow, a few strong men came and carefully lifted the table down.

At this point, the martial arts conference officially began.

Qiao Zhengyang was seen standing tall in the field, bowing and greeting the tens of thousands of gazes in all directions.

"Dear Jiangnan heroes, I, Qiao, am grateful for your kindness and am here to host this Jiangnan martial arts event.
According to the convention of previous conferences, anyone can come on stage to tell about their grievances or grievances, and let us judge them.

With so many heroes watching, justice will be in the hearts of the people!
If someone is dissatisfied with the evaluation, he or she can go on stage to fight with the opponent if the opponent agrees. After the fight, whether it is life or death, all grudges will be settled.

Anyone who dares to provoke trouble again will be beaten by us together!"

As soon as Qiao Zhengyang finished speaking, everyone in the venue immediately followed suit and burst into thunderous cheers.

"If anyone dares to provoke trouble again after this, we will fight him together!"

This vast and spectacular momentum can't help but make people feel awe-inspiring.

This is the rule of the martial arts conference. No matter what the grudges and hatreds are, you can go on stage and tell them and let the heroes of the world judge.

As the host, Qiao Zhengyang will try his best to mediate these grievances. If they cannot be mediated, he will just let both parties stand on the stage.

After this battle, no matter what the result is, all grudges will be eliminated. Whoever dares to rebel again will be attacked by the Jiangnan martial arts community!
"This martial arts conference has officially begun. Who will take the stage?"

As soon as Qiao Zhengyang finished speaking, a long howl sounded from the crowd outside.

"I come!"

Then a stern-looking young man with a white cloth tied on his forehead and a three-foot-high green sword in his hand jumped onto the stage, pointing in the direction of the stands where Fang Xun was and cursing wildly.

"Qiu Wanli, you killed my entire family. Even if I have to sacrifice my life today, I, Zhang Qing, will seek justice for you!"

"Hmm? Which one is Qiu Wanli?"

Fang Xun in the stands turned his head and asked Ren Chunfeng.

Immediately, everyone's eyes were fixed on one of the tables. A dark-faced man at the table suddenly looked even darker and looked at an arrogant young man beside him.

Ren Chunfeng also looked towards that table and did not forget to answer Fang Xun's question.

"He is the grandson of Qiu Batian, the master of Baili Tower. Isn't Baili Tower a big sect in your Wuzhou? How could you not know this?"

Fang Xun laughed awkwardly: "Of course I know Qiu Batian, but I don't know his grandson."

'Botao Baili' Qiu Batian was one of the eight newly promoted Yang Gods in Wuzhou after their spiritual powers were revived. Baililou was a major sect in Wuzhou, so Fang Xun certainly knew this person.

At this moment, as everyone looked at Qiu Batian and Qiu Wanli, grandfather and grandson, Qiu Wanli's arrogant expression could no longer be suppressed.

Especially Qiao Zhengyang who was standing in the middle of the field. Although his expression remained unchanged, his eyes were obviously deep.

"You bastard, you didn't do it cleanly, you just want to cause trouble for me!"

Qiu Batian had a gloomy face. He felt a little annoyed by the stares he received from everyone. He snorted coldly and jumped up with his grandson.

In a flash, like a gust of wind, two figures appeared on the ring in the blink of an eye, looking at the young man named Zhang Qing from a distance.

Zhang Qing's eyes were blazing with hatred, which made Qiu Wanli curse in his heart and look away, not daring to look at him.

Standing between the two sides, Qiao Zhengyang took a deep look at Qiu Batian and his grandson, then turned to Zhang Qing and spoke in a deep voice.

"Zhang Qing, what grievances do you have to speak out? If the grievances are true, the 100,000 heroes in the field will stand up for you!"

Zhang Qing said with hatred: "Let the hero Qiao and all the heroes know that this is not an injustice but a blood feud.

Three months ago, my father and I went to Lingzhou to seek for opportunities and found a Yangshen-level treasure book. But after returning to Wuzhou, I don't know how Qiu Wanli found out about it. He came to my house to force it but failed, so he drove his masters to attack my house in the dark night.

Except for me, all 31 members of my family died in one night. If I had not been at home that night, one more soul would have been killed.

"Master Qiao, Zhang Qing dare not ask for anything else, but only to fight with Qiu Wanli, the bastard, and I will not complain whether I live or die!"

There was a sudden buzz of discussion in the field, and everyone looked at Zhang Qing with sympathy and pity.

In the stands, Xiao Wanren couldn't help but sigh: "I'm afraid Zhang Qing didn't intend to live, and came here just to exchange his life with Qiu Wanli."

Fang Xun immediately asked in confusion: "Isn't Qiao Zhengyang still here? Could it be that this world-famous hero Qiao would still favor Qiu Wanli?"

"Humph!"

At this moment, a cold snort suddenly came from a distance. It turned out to be Xin Yan, the monk who killed the evil monk. His eyes were filled with anger when he looked at the grandfather and grandson Qiu Batian in the field.

Overhearing Fang Xun's question, he could not help but said in a cold voice:

"As a person like Mr. Qiao, I certainly won't show partiality, but I can't help but secretly retaliate against those who bully the weak.

It is said that if there is a resurgence, the whole world will attack together, but if a Yangshen Grandmaster secretly attacks, how can Zhang Qing, who is at the Tongmai Realm, have a chance of survival?

Afterwards, do you still expect Qiu Batian to leave evidence so that you can attack him together?
Just by looking at Qiu Batian's words and actions just now, we can tell that the top beam is not straight and the bottom beam is crooked. He must often do such things of bullying the weak in his daily life!"

Fang Xun glanced at the other person and his opinion of Xin Yan changed, but he did not respond. He just sighed in his heart.

There were no twists and turns in the whole incident. Simply put, the children of the big sects bullied the weak.

Of course Qiao Zhengyang would not be partial, but what about next?

Zhang Qing was a Tongmai Realm cultivator. He knew that this trip would definitely offend a Yangshen Grandmaster, so he didn't plan to stay alive. He didn't even think of revenge on Qiu Batian. He just hoped to exchange his life for the life of Qiu Wanli, the culprit, and avenge his family.

Qiu Wanli in the field was actually frightened by Zhang Qing's fierce eyes. He hid behind his grandfather with a pale face, looking like a spoiled dandy.

Looking at this disappointing grandson, Qiu Batian's face had turned extremely dark, and he felt annoyed.

Feeling Qiao Zhengyang's expressionless gaze again, he knew that today not only would Baili Lou lose face, but his grandson might even lose his life!

But no matter what, he is his grandson, so Qiu Batian could only face Qiao Zhengyang's gaze and wave his sleeves angrily.

"Humph!

It's so ridiculous!

Just based on your one-sided statement, you want my grandson to fight you to the death in front of all the heroes. How can this be justified!"

At this time, Qiao Zhengyang looked at Zhang Qing again. Although he sympathized with the other party's situation in his heart, there must be evidence for such a thing.

Otherwise, if someone just comes up and says that he has a grudge or blood feud and wants to fight someone to the death, this is of course impossible.

No matter what, there needs to be evidence. Without evidence, no matter how badly you describe yourself, it will not work.

Zhang Qing obviously understood this, and he immediately tried his best to cite a series of witnesses and evidence. Even though a lot of the evidence could not be carried with him, it could still be easily found out afterwards.

As Qiu Wanli heard this, his face turned paler and paler, while Qiu Batian's face turned darker and darker. He kept cursing his grandson in his heart for doing such a thing and even leaving evidence behind!

All of a sudden, countless eyes outside the field were watching the show, and Qiao Zhengyang's increasingly cold gaze made Qiu Batian feel under great pressure.

He knew he couldn't let the other party continue talking, so he roared.

"Humph, what about the witnesses and evidence? It's all nonsense. Who knows if you deliberately forged it to frame my grandson?"

With a bang, Zhang Qing felt that the roar directly made his brain explode. Stars appeared in his eyes and his face turned pale.

I feel like a small boat in the storm, which may be submerged by the waves at any time.

Suddenly, a tall figure blocked his way, and Zhang Qing finally recovered, gasping for breath.

Then Qiao Zhengyang, who was standing in front of Zhang Qing, said with a stern face.

"Master Qiu, since we have both witnesses and physical evidence, let your grandson fight this young man to the death. There are so many people watching on the stage, don't make any mistakes!"

Qiu Batian's breathing suddenly stagnated, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Master Qiao, I respect you as a person, but there are many suspicious points here. It is obvious that the boy framed my grandson!"

He knew that he could not let his grandson fight no matter what. He knew his grandson's strength very well. He was just a spoiled dandy.

Even the realm of Xiantian Tongmai was built up by taking elixirs.

If this is the end, won’t there be a certain death?

Qiao Zhengyang had a blank expression on his face. He waved at Zhang Qing, signaling him to stay away.

"In that case, Master Qiu, let's see who is the real one. If you can defeat me in one move or two, you can take your good grandson away!"

A trace of struggle flashed across Qiu Batian's face, but in the end he just flicked his sleeves and pushed his grandson away.

"Master Qiao, I, Qiu Batian, only have this one grandson. No matter how wrong he is, he is still my grandson. Sorry for the offense!"

As soon as the words fell, the two figures in the field collided with each other, causing waves of air to spread.

boom--

Accompanied by a deafening bang, everyone outside the field opened their eyes wide, not daring to miss a single minute.

Fang Xun just took a look and shook his head, saying, "Qiu Wanli must retreat after fifty moves at most, otherwise he will die."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the two figures in the field separated again.

Qiao Zhengyang was seen standing there intact, without a speck of dust on his body.

Qiu Batian's clothes were torn, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. His face looked extremely ugly.

In an instant, exactly fifty moves were made back and forth.

Xun and his companions in the stands did not feel surprised by the one-sided outcome of the battle.

They even felt that if Qiao Zhengyang had not shown mercy and did not continue to pursue him, it would be a question whether Qiu Batian could survive a hundred moves.

Qiu Batian is a Yang God who achieved a breakthrough after his spiritual power was revived, and his fundamentals are much inferior to those Yang Gods of the older generation.

Before Qiao Zhengyang's spiritual inspiration came back to life, he had already made great progress in conceiving the elixir.

Two years after his spiritual energy was revived, he had already completed the elixir-forming process and was only one step away from becoming a Zhenwu land immortal.

The title of "Unparalleled Chivalry" is not only a good name, but also represents danger.

Qiao Zhengyang has been a good man for a hundred years. While helping many people, he has also offended many people.

In the Jiangnan martial arts world, there were countless people who hated him with gnashing teeth, and all of them cursed him to die the next moment.

When he was young, Qiao Zhengyang's wife died because she protected him from a disaster.

Without this strength, he would not have survived to this day.

"Master Qiu, do you want to continue?"

Hearing the other party's question, Qiu Batian's face turned pale, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and he looked at Qiao Zhengyang and spoke word by word.

"Master Qiao is a man of high moral character. I admire you very much. I admit defeat this time. Just pretend that I never had that useless grandson!"

After saying that, he leaped into the air and returned to the stands in the blink of an eye. He left without saying a word with Baililou's disciples.

Qiu Wanli, who was pushed far away in the field, felt Zhang Qing's fierce gaze in the distance and his face was full of despair.

In the stands, Fang Xun also sighed.

"It seems that this Baililou may not be so clean. When I return to Wuzhou, I will definitely investigate. If it is true, I will raid his house and eliminate a scourge for the Jiangnan martial arts world!"

After hearing this, the other people in the stands just looked at him strangely but didn't say anything.

This is the importance of reputation in the world. If your reputation is bad and you don’t have the ability to intimidate others, then everyone will push you down when you fall.

After this incident, Baililou's reputation has been ruined. Even if Fang Xun came to confiscate the house openly and without any reason, it would not cause any backlash from other parties.

No one would care about how Fang Xun would raid Baili Lou's house, or how much money and martial arts secrets he would get. They would only feel sorry that they had no chance to participate in dividing up Baili Lou's wealth.

Among all the people in the stands, only Xin Yan snorted coldly: "You have caught a good opportunity. You and Qiu Batian are just birds of a feather!"

(End of this chapter)