Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed past.

But he saw Dai Luo, who had already stood more than ten feet in front of Huangfu Xiong. He had a tall and straight posture, his features were clear, and he was extremely handsome.

Only those two eyes shone with a strange and unpredictable cold light, and their eyes passed over the members of the three major families with a fierce look that made people feel frightened.

Only when his eyes touched Lei Qinxue, his eyes were full of tenderness, helpless, and full of bitterness.

When Lei Qinxue saw Brother Luo, she couldn't help but stand up. If she hadn't been pulled by Lei Yunyu beside her, she would have rushed forward.

"It turns out that you are the young master of Dai Daxia, nephew of Luo Xian. I have been looking for you several times, but where have you been these past few days?" Huangfu Xiong's face was full of love and care, "Nowadays, the world is dangerous, so you have to be careful in everything.

!”

"Yes!" Dai Luo stretched out his right hand and rubbed the dragon pattern on the scabbard of Mengyao's sword. "You really have to be careful. It's poisonous wine and a robber. If you're not careful, you will die!"

Although Dai Luo was furious, he couldn't get angry at this time, so he could only resort to provoking methods to ridicule Huangfu Xiong. Dai Luo thought deeply: "Now that the three major families are here, if I say that the three major families are colluding,

If you frame our family, they will definitely not believe it. I will easily end up with false accusations and slander..."

"Senior Huangfu, now that my parents' bodies are still cold, you are so anxious to become the leader of the martial arts alliance?" Dai Luo had a slight smile on his face.

"My nephew is right. I am indeed not qualified to be the leader of the alliance!" Huangfu Xiong sighed while stroking his beard.

"Amitabha, the poor monk can understand the heartache of the benefactor after his parents died, but now there are conflicts in the world, and a backbone person is needed to lead and connect the heroes!" Monk Zhuchen looked charitable, and everything he said was reasonable and reasonable.

"What the master said is indeed reasonable, but the leader of the alliance cannot be decided by just a few inexplicable slogans!" Dai Luo took two steps in the midfield and said, "Does the so-called martial arts conference need to reflect the word martial arts?

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"It makes sense, it makes sense. What's a martial arts tournament without a martial arts competition?"

"Joust, joust!"

There were shouts and shouts in the audience. Everyone heard that there was a lot of fun to be seen, and they were all looking forward to it.

"What the donor said is true!" Master Zhuchen looked at Huangfu Xiong and said, "Huangfu Sect Master, since this is a martial arts competition, we still have to differentiate through our skills!"

Master Miaofan's whisker floated in the air, and he said in a clear voice: "Yes, yes, that's how you can convince people with reason!"

"Well, in that case, I'll do whatever you say, nephew!" Huangfuxiong smiled and thought to himself, you are a little brat who has neglected martial arts since you were a child, but now you have the help of an expert and a treasure.

So what!

After Dai Luo said that, he jumped towards a flagpole with a white sail hanging on it. He was as fast as flying and invisible. In an instant, he had torn off a circle and tied it to his head.

Dai Luo said: "My parents have not yet been laid to rest today. I wonder if Senior Huangfu will do it first..."

Before he finished speaking, Huangfu Xiong smiled and waved: "Okay, okay, this is what it should be!"

The hole had been dug long ago, and the white paper of ghost coins had been scattered all over the ground. The coffin was buried in the ground. Dai Luo knelt on the ground and kowtowed several times to the corpses of his parents, but he swore in his heart that even if he took the bones with him, he would still be dead.

A blood feud!

After the coffin was placed, the matter was basically settled. Everyone returned to the martial arts platform.

Several large chairs have been placed on the martial arts stage, and the heads of the three major families, Monk Zhuchen, and Master Miaofan have all taken their seats.

Huangfu Chong, Lei Yunyu, Lei Qinxue and Jia Ming were waiting beside their master.

"I wonder what kind of comparison my nephew would like?"

"Senior Huangfu is highly respected, so it is natural for him to make the decision!" Dai Luo said politely.

"As my nephew said, you will go on stage for a martial arts competition!" Huangfu Xiong shook his head and said, "It's just that I can't take action!" Huangfu Xiong thought that if he took action, dealing with Dai Luo would be like squeezing an ant to death, but

If this is the case, people in the world will inevitably say that they bully the younger generation. Where can I put such an old face?

"Amitabha, this poor monk has a way, I don't know..." Monk Zhuchen's face was piled with fat, and he looked as kind and kind as Maitreya Buddha.

"Master, tell me!"

"We might as well let the younger generation of their peers compete in martial arts. This can also show whether their family education is profound!"

"Okay, what do you think, nephew?" Huangfu Xiong thought that Huangfu Chong had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, not to mention Lei Yunyu, Jia Ming and the others, all of whom had higher martial arts achievements than Dai Luo.

He is benefiting and doing no harm.

"Okay! It's all according to Master Zhuchen's words!" Dai Luo has not been skilled in martial arts since he was a child. Of course he knows what Huangfu Xiong has in mind, but how can Dai Luo be the same now.

His Mengyao sword is sharp and dexterous. Even though he has not mastered the essence of Mengyao's swordsmanship, his posture has begun to take shape. What's more, at midnight yesterday, the Tongsou Heart Sutra taught by Senior Tongsou Weng was inscrutable. After some practice,

Qi and blood are surging, and internal strength is full.

He still doesn't know that since he was a child, Dai Mengyao has been training day and night, urging him to learn martial arts. Although he has not made much progress, his internal strength has become very powerful. Now that he has been tempered and dredged by Tongsou's Heart Sutra, he can

The Du's two meridians were unknowingly connected. Since then, the progress of martial arts has been rapid and unmatched by others.

As for the Mingkong Palm I just got yesterday, I just browsed through it casually, and I have mastered all the moves and routines, and I am quite capable of using it.

In short, the Dai Luo of today is far from the Dai Luo of the past.

Dai Luo flew to the martial arts arena, Mengyao sword looked at the heroes without fear: "Everyone, please!"

Jia Ming also disliked Dai Luo since he was a child, so he followed Dai Luo and flew to the stage like an eagle.

Jia Ming is extremely lean, with long and thin eyebrows, a tall and slightly protruding nose, and two lips that look like they have been deep-fried and rolled up in two layers, making him extremely vulgar and ugly.

It's okay if he doesn't smile, but his smile makes people frightened: "Master Dai, who in Luoyang City and even in the world doesn't know that you only know how to use your father's prestige to scare others, today you, Mr. Jia

I’ll give you some colors to see!”

Jia Ming ordered two poisonous dragon iron hammers. The hammers weighed more than dozens of kilograms and were embroidered with green dragon patterns.

Originally, the blue dragon pattern could only be used by the royal family, but Jia Ming was wealthy and had been in the world for a long time, so how could he care about so much?

"Humph!" Dai Luo sneered, full of contempt and disdain.

Jia Ming was immediately furious. He swung his two hammers forward and attacked. The hammers were like two dragons. He flew left and right to attack. Dai Luo's Mengyao sword was filled with sword light. He tightly protected his body. He tapped the ground with his toes and flew back, flying left and right.

Circling, for a moment, the giant hammer couldn't get any closer.

After performing twenty or thirty moves like this, Dai Luo felt no fatigue at all, but Jia Ming was already unsteady on his feet. Jia Ming couldn't help cursing: "You son of a bitch, you have the guts to confront me head-on and just evade, what kind of hero are you?"

hero!"

"Okay, since you are looking for death!"

Before he finished speaking, Dai Luo suddenly turned around, sheathed Mengyao's sword, and then somersaulted with his hands. The shadows of his palms were like waves rolling towards Jia Ming's organs one after another. The force was so great that it had the power of a thousand miles.

Jia Ming was shocked and swung the hammer to block the defense. Unexpectedly, the hammer vibrated after being hit by Dai Luo several times, roared several times, and came towards Jia Ming. There was only a "dang" sound, and Jia Ming was hit in the chest.

Although he was wearing gold soft armor, he was still seriously injured after being hit by this giant hammer.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and then fell down the stage like fallen leaves.

Jia Zhongming made a quick move and caught Jia Ming, then said in a deep voice: "Come quickly, take the young master to recuperate!"

Jia Ming had just attacked, and his moves were a surefire move. He wanted to kill Dai Luo with a hammer.

Dai Luo, on the other hand, actually showed mercy. He could have attacked from behind, so that the wind of his palm landed on his back, killing Jia Ming on the spot. But Dai Luo deliberately struck his palm from the front, allowing Jia Ming to block it with his hammer.

Unexpectedly, he was severely injured by the hammer due to his lack of internal strength and martial arts. This is not his fault.

"This young man's youthfulness and internal strength are truly amazing!" Monk Zhuchen said to himself at the side, "I have a kind heart and mercy, you are a good boy!"
Chapter completed!