171. Chapter 171 The leader of the martial arts world (I)

Author: Shangliu

Chapter 171 The leader of the martial arts world (I)

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A little cold light came towards me.

The deer walker was shocked, and a wave of extremely cold true energy surged from all over his body, swaying away from the little dragon girl. Then he pulled out his feet, and a trace of white frost could be seen faintly on his left palm.

——Xuanming Divine Palm.

With a "choke-" sound, the little dragon girl blocked the palm with her horizontal sword. The steel sword was immediately covered with frost and was still rushing towards her hands.

Lu Zhangu's face showed a fierce look, deepening his strength and forcing her to retreat from the stage. He held the sword tightly with his left hand, making her unable to pull it away.

"drink!!"

Xiaolongnu shouted sweetly. He suddenly stopped and jumped into the air like a swallow. He then kicked the deer walker in the back, trying to kick him off the stage, but he groaned, but his face looked like a plan was successful. His feet were rooted, and the floor was cracked in an instant, but he did not fall off the stage. Instead, because of his profound internal strength, he knocked Xiaolongnu away.

"Little beauty, you're so comfortable for me~"

Lu Zhanke smiled lewdly, jumped up suddenly, followed closely, and grabbed Xiaolongnu with his big hands.

There is no place in the air to make urgent moves, but Xiaolongnu is self-conscious, and white silk sprinkles emerge from her sleeves, like two little white dragons lingering each other, twisting towards the deer stick guest.

Lu Zhanke had seen Xiaolongnu use this method to break the stone pillar. If this hits a person, there is no need to say much about this feeling. He did not dare to make light work and quickly waved his deer antlers to resist.

"Huh~"

Xiaolongnu gasped slightly, and her face, which was originally as pale as the moon, was dyed with red glow due to physical exhaustion, making her look even more beautiful.

Lu Zhanke's eyes were so vicious that he could see how she was turning and falling. The lewd smile on her face could not stop overflowing.

Long Peng looked at him from afar, frowned, and murmured, "You can't beat him without using the sword and the jade bee needle, so admit defeat."

Xiaolongnu pursed her lips stubbornly, her eyes firmly. She saw white silk flying on the stage, bringing a sharp wind, coming from all directions, attacking the Luzhanke, making him dazzled, and he couldn't think of a way to crack it for a while.

"Um……"

Long Peng looked at the scene with some surprise and chuckled. He saw that the white silk on the stage unknowingly surrounded the deer stick guest. However, he did not notice it due to his vision problems.

He Biweng, who had been watching, looked at him and immediately shouted, "Senior Brother, be careful!!"

Unfortunately, one step late!

Xiaolongnu suddenly tightened the white silk, and the deer stick immediately wrapped it into a rice dumpling. He was shocked, but he quickly reacted and immediately activated his internal force to break the ribbons and break free.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

Countless white silks were dancing in the sky, as if it was snowing heavily.

Lu Zhanke was full of anger, raised his eyes and stared at Xiaolongnu who was gasping for breath. He grabbed his palms with a short deer antler and was about to kill him.

"You lost!"

Jie Feng held the dog beating gang and stood in front of him.

"I will lose whatever I want, please start!!"

Lu Zhanke was furious and raised his hand to push Jie Feng away. It was only then that he realized that he had left the heroic stage. His eyes were gloomy and he was very dissatisfied. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a clear voice sound.

"Mr. Lu, if you lose in this game, you will lose. It's no big deal. You can step down."

When Lu Zhanke heard this, he gritted his teeth unwillingly, then lowered his head and said, "Yes."

Seeing this scene, Jie Feng became more and more curious about Zhao Min, who was dressed as a noble young man.

Zhao Min glanced at him, smiled in a low voice, and said lightly, "Captain Jie Gang, can you continue?"

"this……"

Jie Feng opened his mouth, raised his eyes and looked at Xiaolongnu, looking hesitant.

"Zhengmaster Jie, so many people are waiting, are you saying something?" Zhao Min pursued him relentlessly.

"this……"

Jie Feng was hesitant and still couldn't make up his mind.

Zhao Min smiled with her lips and ignored her, "Mr. He, go up."

"yes."

He Biweng nodded slightly, jumped onto the stage lightly, looked at Xiaolongnu from afar, and smiled, "Little girl, do you go down by yourself, or do you beat you down?"

Xiaolongnu pursed her lips and pulled out the steel sword inserted on the ground. Just as she was about to speak, a hoarse voice sounded in her ears, "Stop hitting, go to rest."

'Who are you?'

Xiaolongnu asked in her heart, but unfortunately Long Peng did not know the "art of reading the mind", so she did not know it.

"My sister-in-law..."

"I admit defeat."

Xiaolongnu calmly left this sentence and turned around and left, but it was unexpected that He Biweng had never expected.

He originally thought that Xiaolongnu would continue to persist.

Zhao Min smiled and stood up and said lazyly, "I wonder which sect there is still. Do you want this position as the leader of the martial arts world?"

"Even if you come up, but... you have to follow the rules you set and compete on behalf of the teacher."

Qunhao was speechless for a moment, and only felt that the little face and two old maids who came on stage were very shameless.

Half of his body is almost buried, and he is still here to bully the younger generation

Qunhao showed no mercy and began to greet their ancestors for eighteen generations.

For a moment, no one came to power, or no one could meet the harsh conditions.

Zhao Min smiled proudly, "Even so, this position as the leader of the martial arts world..."

"Wait a moment!!"

Huang Rong, who was slightly pale, slowly walked out of the inner hall with Guo Fu's careful support. She asked coldly, "Young Master, where are the masters of these two 'elders'?"

Huang Rong bit the word "elderly", clearly mocking these two people for shamelessness and bullying the younger generation.

"What Huang Gang Master means is that as long as Mr. Baisan appears, the position of the leader of the martial arts world can be given to him?"

With Huang Rongzhi's plan, although he would not fall into this simple trap, he kept a calm smile on his face and said slowly, "The position of the leader of the martial arts world is still to be discussed. As for letting these two masters come forward, it is also to confirm that what the young master said is not false."

"Otherwise, if you come casually, you will say that you have a teacher and want to compete, then this will be endless by next year."

“Ha~”

Zhao Min smiled and nodded, "What Huang Gang Master said is reasonable."

"Mr. Baisan, please show up."

A tall and thin man in black robe behind Zhao Min took two steps forward, unbuttoned the hood on his face, revealing an old face and a snow-white silver hair. Apart from his cold-toned sword eyes, he looked dull and inactive.

"Old Taoist, a hundred losses."

The Baishu Taoist looked plain, and there was a floating dust snail between his waist. His dark Taoist robe was particularly eye-catching in the daytime. When he looked around, the heroes felt a gust of cold wind blowing, and they were covered in goose bumps, so they didn't dare to look down on him.

Huang Rong's face was slightly stiff. She never thought there was such a person. She thought it was made up by the "Two Elders of Xuanming", but now it was a bit difficult to get on the verge of being a tiger.

"I wonder if the old man can sit in the position of the leader of the martial arts world?"

"Rong'er."

Guo Jing, who had been watching for a long time, couldn't sit still anymore. He walked to Huang Rong and said softly, "Let me do it."

Zhao Min didn't want to give him a chance, so she glanced at Huo Du lying on the stretcher, frowned, and felt that she was unreliable, saying, "Haven Guo has forgotten that this competition is an agent of the masters, so you have to use your martial arts skills. You have so many masters, how can you tell me?"

There was no trace of turmoil on Guo Jing's honest face. He said in a deep voice, "Mr. Guo can make a poisonous oath, only the martial arts of the Beggars' Sect!"

"Oh? Guo Daxia's words are serious?"

Zhao Min Dingxiang licked the corners of her lips with her eyes looking a little seductive.

"really."

"In this way, Daxia Guo cannot use the internal strength cultivated by other martial arts, right?"

Guo Jing's face was slightly stiff. His internal strength was the foundation laid by the "Quanzhen Dao Song", and the other was the "Nine Yin Scriptures".

If it cannot be used, then his strength will be cut at least 70% away, so there is no need to fight, just admit defeat.

Just when Guo Jing was in a dilemma and didn't know what to do, he heard a loud laugh.

"What kind of proxy competition, what kind of wins in three games, it's messy, I, Yang Xiao, don't recognize it..."

A middle-aged man in a white robe carried his hands on his back and jumped into the yard and landed on a red maple tree. He stood tall and proudly looked and said lightly, "Whoever wants to sit in this martial arts leader, then I have to ask first, I, Yang Xiao!"

As soon as he appeared, some major sects like the Emei Sect in the field could not sit still, and their eyes looked at Yang Xiao were particularly hated.

When Yang Dingtian was in charge of the Ming Cult, he acted very arrogantly and had many enemies.

Although the Ming Cult has retreated to the West, it is still a confidant of the major sects in the Central Plains.
To be continued...