The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

Inside the Guo Mansion, the Eight Immortals' Table after table was filled with delicacies and aged wine.

"Hey, if I had to say, Sword Demon's martial arts is higher than Wang Zhong Yang's. Otherwise, Wang Zhong Yang wouldn't have failed at resisting the gold all those years ago."

A big man with his chest hanging open and his thick chest hair sticking out, his mouth biting on a pig's leg, said, "Two meteor hammers are placed beside him."

"No, no, no. Brother Jing Tong, I do not agree with your words." In the past, when Wang Zhong Yang was at the summit of the Hua Mountain, he had defeated all the heroes of the world and fought fiercely with the Four Unique for seven days and seven nights before finally obtaining the title of the best in the world. It's true that the sword demon's martial arts are high, but compared to Wang Zhong Yang, they are still lacking. "

One of the one-eyed burly men used his iron claw to replace it. At this moment, he was holding a jar of wine in his left hand.

"I say, One-Eyed Eagle, are you going to go against me? Do you want to go down and practice with me?" The man called Jing Tong slammed his boar leg on the table and stood up as he shouted. From yesterday onwards, he had regarded Li Dao as his idol. Now that someone said that his idol was inferior to Wang Zhong Yang, how could he tolerate this?

"Jing Man, don't think I'm afraid of you. Come on, who's the one with the biggest fist here!" The one-eyed man also stood up and raised his right hand. His iron claws looked vicious.

"I say, my two brothers, all the heroes of the world are here. If you have something to say, say it, don't hurt our relationship." A potbellied middle-aged man wearing a worker's uniform and a melon leather cap stood up to persuade her. His face was full of fat.

"Great kindness Wang, let's see what you think. Do you think it's better to have a sword art or Wang Zhong Yang's martial art?"

"Right, Great Benefactor Wang, please say something fair."

Benefactor Wang stood on the spot in a somewhat awkward position. No matter who said they had high martial arts skills, they would offend the other party. How could a smart person like him offend someone like that?

Benefactor Wang had two identities. First, he was a merchant, and his food numbers were spread all over Jing Chu. At the same time, this man was also known in the martial arts world as the Absolute Soul Saber. His inner strength was at the fourth level of the Postnatal realm, and his Five Tiger Absolute Soul Saber made many bandits hate him.

After thinking for a moment, he opened his mouth and said, "There is no need for the two of you to argue. No matter how high the cultivation level is, he has already passed away, and Great Hero Li yesterday broke through a thousand soldiers. One is dead and the other is still alive, so I think there is no comparison at all. It could only be said that Daoist Master Zhong Yang was once the best in the world, but now Great Hero Li was the best in the world. My two brothers, you should sit down and drink. "

After hearing kindness Wang say this, the surrounding people also felt that it was reasonable. With the help from the bystanders, the two sat down again.

This was just a small incident in the Guo Mansion, and all sorts of interesting things were happening at the other tables.

While everyone was eating and drinking happily, Guo Jing walked out from his room and stood on a high platform set up in the middle of the yard. He shouted, "You're all heroes, I, Guo Jing, greet you in this room."

"There's no need to be so polite, Great Hero Guo." The crowd answered in unison, their voices a little messy.

Li Dao, Xiao Long, Sun Zhenzi, Yang Guan sat at a table in the corner. Next to him was Zhu Ziliu and Lu Guoying.

Seeing Guo Qing's high spirits, Sun Zhenzi was a bit amused. His young master should be the main character, but no one wanted him. Why was Guo Jing so famous?

Actually, Sun Zhenzi's thoughts were a bit off. Ever since Li Dao came out, people had been coming to greet him. However, even more martial artists only dared to watch from a distance. After all, Guo Qing's left palm had been cut off by Li Dao.

One month ago, at the Victory Pass, Li Dao massacred like crazy. The scene of him killing a long river of blood was still fresh in his mind. Therefore, more martial artists felt more reverence for Li Dao than admiration for him.

Li Dao did not care about this. He pulled Little Dragon Girl to a corner and ate and drank. From time to time, he would answer Zhu Ziru and Lu Guanyin's questions.

On the high platform in the middle of the courtyard, Guo Jing continued to speak, "Last time, I did not succeed in convening this Martial Arts Competition. I must have let all of you down."

As he spoke to here, the crowd quietened down. Everyone knew that the reason why the Martial Arts Competition didn't take place last time was because of Little Dragon Lady and Li Dao.

Guo Jing didn't feel awkward either. He laughed heartily and continued, "Yesterday we had a victory. We were happy." Therefore, I will continue today's Martial Arts Competition that was not held last time, and discuss with the other members of the group their strategy for dealing with the Meng Army. Then, we will choose a Martial Union Lord to lead everyone to fight against the Meng Army. What do you think? "

When Guo Jing finished, the crowd erupted into cheers, agreeing with his suggestion.

Li Dao sat in the corner with a bamboo shoot between his teeth and sent it into the mouth of Little Dragon Lady. Only then did he slowly raise his head.