Peerless Blade God

Finally, the martial arts King competition began.

"Gentlemen." On the rostrum, a middle-aged man with a square face stood up, his voice was not urgent and slow, and the sound was lingering. A faint pressure spread throughout the audience.

Immortal master!

There was silence.

"I am Wang Mingyuan. I am a monk. Thanks to the sponsor, he is the host of the martial arts King's competition. I will uphold the principle of fairness and justice, the selection of various martial arts king, talent. There are five martial arts arena competitions: Dao Dao, gun Dao, kendo, stick Dao and Quan Dao. According to the rules, those who are not in the five categories are classified into these five categories. The sickle and axe belong to the knife; the halberd whip belongs to the gun; the fork hook belongs to the sword; the hammer and the head belong to the stick; the leg palm belongs to the fist. The others are analogized in turn. If you admit defeat, you can't do it again. Otherwise, you will be disqualified. Of course, the knife and gun have no eyes, disability is inevitable. If you are worried about injury, you can withdraw now. The rules are set, and the challenge is now on. "

According to the characteristics of martial arts, the candidates will gather in their own arena and draw lots to determine their opponents. One against the penultimate one, two against the penultimate, and so on.

Under the stage, acquaintances greet each other.

"Boss Chen is really magnificent. He is willing to take out the edge God level footwork, phantom body and shadow step, as the final reward of the king of martial arts." A wealthy businessman said with a smile.

Boss Chen said: "where can you compare with boss Zhang's atmosphere. My phantom step is a famous waste martial art. I can't sell it anyway. No one wants it. I take it as a reward. It's just waste. It was boss Zhang, who generously took a top-level Dao Jue, Tianling Dao Jue, and rewarded it. "

They laughed.

The immortal master of zongmen, however, promised that if the final martial arts skills were selected by their chosen disciples, they would give the person who took out the final martial arts skills a place for disciples outside the clan.

They made a lot of money by changing the number of disciples from one martial arts book to another.

You know, they are just ordinary mortals, and they may not be able to cultivate immortals all their lives. However, if we can get a place for the disciples of the sect, we can arrange the younger generation to enter it. Maybe we can make a real immortal among the younger generation.

Therefore, they all eagerly hope that their skills will be picked by the king of martial arts.

Another place.

"Clan chief Tang, I heard that your son also participated in the martial arts king contest."

With the sound of the words, several people cast envious eyes.

The clan leader of Tang Dynasty said calmly: "my Xiao Yun's sword technique is not as good as that of Guan Lingfeng. It's just going on stage to experience, experience, study and study, and I don't expect to achieve anything. "

GUI Cai Xin, if the swordsmanship really does not have a certain level, did you go to the stage to see it?

If you look at the head of the Tang clan, you can't hide your complacency. What's more, he didn't listen to people's words, but he was the predicted king of kendo, Guan Lingfeng.

Again.

"Master Wang, in your opinion, who are the king of martial arts are likely to reach the top?"

Master Wang stroked his beard and said, "I think eight or nine are not separated from ten. They should be those people in the brochures."

"Oh?"

"I have looked at those predictions, and they are all very pertinent. Of course, there is also a situation in which those on the list may be pulled off. "

"What kind of situation?"

"There are top disciples of xiuxianzong sect coming on stage."