The big event has been decided, and the atmosphere on the court has become more and more lively. Everyone is changing cups and cups, and it is very lively.
Guo Jing and others also sat down at a table, eating and drinking while discussing the matter of fighting against the Mongols. Although the heroes meeting was held this time to elect the leader of the martial arts alliance, it was a preliminary gathering of the power of these martial arts people, but the Mongolian power
It's so big that Mount Tai is attacking the Southern Dynasty like a mountain. It's not easy to resist it. It requires careful planning.
At this moment, a bell rang outside the hall, and a group of impressive people walked in from outside.
Many servants and others in Lujiazhuang also saw that these people were not ordinary people, so they did not dare to stop them and allowed them to enter the hall where the heroes gathered.
These people have different appearances. The one in the center is a monk wearing a yellow robe. He is tall and withered, with a slightly sunken forehead, like a saucer, but there is light in his eyes, and his aura is like an abyss or an ocean. As soon as he appears,
The noise around him stopped one after another. The people in the martial arts world around him were shocked, as if they were being pressed down by a big mountain. They did not dare to speak casually, and pairs of surprised and uncertain eyes fell on this group of people.
There were several people standing beside the old monk. One of them was a barbarian with a high nose and deep eyes, curly hair and yellow beard. He was wearing Hanfu, with pearls hanging around his neck, and jade bracelets on his wrists. He was holding a golden dragon whip, which was decorated with pearls.
, studded with precious stones, diamonds, and white jade, the whole person looks extremely luxurious.
There was another man, eight feet tall, with thick hands and feet, a silly smile on his face, dull eyes, and a cooked copper stick in his hand, which looked extremely powerful.
There was also a person with a dull face, like a zombie, with a cold air lingering all over his body, and holding a pure steel mourning stick in his hand, which was extremely weird.
There is another person with a strange appearance behind him, holding a snake-shaped soft whip in his hand, and a pair of deep-set eyes shining coldly, making people shudder.
Although there were only five people who came, when they gathered together, there was a huge force suppressing them. Many heroes in the field were captured by their momentum and were secretly shocked.
Guo Jing, as the host, took a few steps, came forward, clasped his fists and said: "Guo is not very honored to come to the Heroes Conference, but he is very unfamiliar. I don't know where he comes from and what his name is?
"
Although his tone was sincere, his heart was already serious. Each of these five mysterious people had a steady pace and a unique temperament. The aura on their bodies was faintly revealed, like a long river. They were obviously people with unique skills, and
The purpose of my visit is unknown, so I have to be cautious.
When the old monk heard Guo Jing speak, his slightly closed eyes suddenly opened. Two dazzling lights shot out and fell on Guo Jing. They were like sharp swords and long knives, sharp and sharp. Guo Jing's breath moved, as if softly.
Strong, dense and long, a slight sway of the clothes eliminated this layer of pressure.
"Good work. Your Excellency is Guo Jing, right? The poor monk is Mongolian Master Jinlun Dharma King. This time I heard that a heroes meeting was held in Lujiazhuang, Dashengguan. I hope you will forgive me for not coming in person."
The old monk is naturally the Mongolian national master, the first-class master in Tibet, the King of the Golden Wheel. When he speaks, every word is as deep and thick as a bell. Everyone in the entire hall can hear it clearly.
His voice sounded like it was ringing in his ears. The master's ability to control one's own skills in such subtle and subtle ways was beyond that of most people in the martial arts world.
Several people who came with King Jinlun also introduced them one after another. Yin Kexi, Ma Guangzuo, Xiaoxiangzi, Nimoxing, and other masters from the Mongolian camp showed up one after another.
Among the heroes present, there was one who was well-informed and had heard the names of these people before. He immediately exclaimed and began to introduce them to everyone around him.
"I wonder if Jin Lun Dharma King and his party are here to give you any advice?"
After Guo Jing understood the identities of these people, his heart sank, knowing that something might have happened to today's Heroes Conference. However, over the years, he has improved his martial arts and had rich experience, and he has become as calm as a mountain. No matter how dangerous the situation is,
Nothing could shake his mood.
Take a long breath and ask these people why they are here.
"Okay, Hero Guo is quick to speak, and the poor monk is not hiding. I came here this time because I heard that the Central Plains Wulin is going to elect a Wulin leader, but I don't know how the Wulin leader decides?"
Jin Lun Dharma King, as the leader of the Mongolian side, naturally all the negotiations with Guo Jing at this moment fell on him.
"Jinlun Guoshi belongs to the Mongolian camp. The purpose of this hero meeting is to fight against Mongolia's southern invasion. No matter how the position of the alliance leader is decided, it has nothing to do with Guoshi and others, right?"
Guo Jing frowned and said calmly.
As soon as he said this, there was a burst of applause on the spot, and all the heroes present started making noises.
"Okay, what Guo Daxia said is right. The Heroes Conference is a matter of our Song Dynasty Wulin. What does it have to do with the Mongolian Tatars?"
"Old monk, I think you have come to the wrong place. Get out of Lujiazhuang as soon as possible."
These quacks were unforgiving and cursed one by one, causing a roar in the whole hall.
Jin Lun Dharma King's face darkened and he snorted coldly. A dull sound wave spread and the whole hall buzzed. Everyone felt a roar in their ears and felt a little dizzy, so they were all shocked.
Discoloration.
"Hey, Mr. Guo, what you said is wrong. We are all in the martial arts world. We are naturally qualified to participate in the election of the leader of the martial arts league. Moreover, the position of leader is also based on martial arts.
Only the strongest person is the best candidate for the position of alliance leader. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to decide the alliance leader behind closed doors?"
Yin Kexi was covered in jewels and exuded a golden light. He was a businessman who spoke out, and he was the most sharp-tongued and he immediately began to refute.
Guo Jing was stupefied when he heard this. He was not good at speaking. Now that Yin Kexi was talking about things according to the rules of the world, he really didn't know how to refute.
Huang Rong, who was standing by, saw that Guo Jing had a troubled look on his face, so he walked over lightly and said calmly: "Then according to the wishes of the national master and others, you are here for my position as the leader of the Central Plains Martial Arts Alliance?"
"Yes, the poor monk has long heard that Guo Daxia has outstanding martial arts skills. His Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are rare in the world. I am here to compete with you."
Jin Lun Dharma King took a step forward, his momentum was intense, and he was completely locked on Guo Jing's body.
In the hall, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, and there was a feeling that a storm was coming.
The heroes have all realized that these Mongolian masters are here to compete, and they are facing Guo Jing from the very beginning, which makes them both nervous and a little excited.
Everyone was a martial artist and had a special liking for martial arts battles. What's more, it was a fight between masters such as Guo Jing and King Jinlun, which made them look forward to it even more.