This incident in Zhuxi Town did not cause much of a sensation. At most, it was just revenge for the enemy. After all, there were tens of thousands of Wudang disciples, so what was the fuss about the death of these few outer disciples?
And the initiator of the whole thing was already galloping towards Shangyong City along the main road, reaching the distance of more than a hundred miles in a few hours.
When Ye City entered Shangyong, the entire city was already overcrowded. Although there were a large number of players and different sects, you could still tell from their clothes that they were all decent disciples, including Shaolin, Emei, and Huashan disciples.
There are quite a few, but they are still mainly Wudang disciples.
The small Shangyong City is almost bursting at the seams. The main road several feet wide is full of players. All kinds of people are carrying their own weapons and discussing enthusiastically. Some people are even talking in the spacious place.
A gambling table was set up and a name was listed to bet on who could win the championship in this competition.
Ye Cheng slowly moved among the crowd, heading towards the depths of the street. As expected, he soon heard the sound of clanking weapons. He followed the sound and saw that at the innermost part of the human wall, several people
On a platform three feet high, the people on the platform were constantly attacking each other, with swords and swords going back and forth, it was very lively.
Turning around to look at the dense crowd of people around him, Ye Cheng secretly wondered how long the fight would end. He immediately touched a middle-aged man next to him and said with a smile: "Brother, this is my first time here. I want to
Do you know how to fight in this arena?"
The middle-aged man was enjoying watching and was very unhappy to be disturbed. He turned around and saw a smiling face, and his anger subsided. He turned around again and said while looking: "Young man,
You must be from outside?"
"Yes, yes, my eldest brother has a sharp eye and can tell at a glance. He is really well-informed!"
I have many things to wear, but I don’t wear flattery. Everyone likes to be flattered. The middle-aged man nodded very helpfully and said: "That’s right, brother, I have traveled all over the country. I have never seen any scene. I have never seen anything."
Just by looking at you, I know you are from outside!"
"That's right, that's right!"
"Young man, let me tell you, this is a major feature of our Shangyong. Usually, as long as you can win ten games in a row in this arena, you can get some rewards. This time it is bigger. It will be hosted by San Jue from Qingmu Taoist Temple.
The Taoist is presiding over it, and it is said that his master, Taoist Huang Jue, is also here, and he is a super master!"
The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and continued: "The attack on the Demon Sect is about to begin. This time the Three Jue Taoists are organizing it to strengthen the morale of the Wudang disciples and the famous and decent sects. As long as we can get the first place, we will
The prizes will be awarded by Sanjue Taoist in person. It is said to be an excellent martial arts and purple-quality equipment. Just listening to it makes people excited!"
Ye Cheng frowned, thinking that after hearing this person's introduction, he really didn't know when he would get the news he wanted. He couldn't help but interjected and asked: "Brother, look, there are more than ten or twenty thousand people here now. We need to fight."
When will the fight be completed? I also want to go up and try my luck. If I can get a ranking, wouldn’t it be a big fortune?"
The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at him when he heard the sound, and then laughed out loud: "You? I'll forget it! The players of the Wudang Clan are very powerful. Don't look at there are many people here, but there are none who really dare to go up there.
A few, most of them are just like me, they just join in the fun and place some bets. If they can beat a dark horse, they can really make a small profit! Do you see the fragrance over there? The competition on the field
There is only one stick of incense time, if no one can defeat the opponent, let the Wudang elders over there vote who is more powerful!"
Only then did Ye Cheng notice that there was an incense table in each arena with a stick of incense burning on it. He looked inside and saw that on the innermost stand, there were several Taoist priests sitting in a row. They seemed to be very old.
They are not big, but their temples are bulging, and they obviously have a good foundation of internal strength.
But there seemed to be no older people in the crowd, and there was no Taoist Sanjue as expected. He asked in confusion: "Didn't you say that Taoist Sanjue presided over it? It seems that he is not among these people?"
Before the middle-aged man could speak, a young man standing aside couldn't help but said: "I wonder if you are annoying? You have been mumbling for a long time, and your ears are ringing! You should
Is Taoist Sanjue a meat seller on the street? You can meet him if you want? Master Huang Jue is here, can he not accompany him? I tell you that only when the champion is decided, he will personally award the prizes. If you want to participate in the competition,
If you see the team over there, go over and get a sign and wait patiently!"
Ye Cheng smiled and nodded, but he was at a loss in his heart. All he could know at the moment was that Taoist Sanjue was accompanying his master Huang Jueren, who was a powerful person. If he wanted to do it from the perspective of assassination, it was basically impossible.
, shook his head secretly, thinking that he could only think of other ways.
Looking at the long queue at the other end, I sighed secretly. It seemed that this was the only way to go. I immediately moved towards the registration point and squeezed. After a while, I moved to a table. Before I spoke,
A thin middle-aged Taoist with a mustache sitting behind the stage smiled and said: "If you want to sign up, you must first pay the registration fee of 10,000 taels!"
Ye Cheng was stunned and glanced at the people queuing up. They looked at him with half-smiling faces and immediately asked: "Didn't you say there is no fee for this martial arts competition? Why do you charge a fee?"
The mustache sneered: "Where did you come from? You are so ignorant! Don't you even know the rules of Shangyong City? I will tell you now, you must remember it clearly. As long as you are not a disciple of my Wudang, you can think of anything
Anyone who wants to compete on stage must pay me a registration fee of 10,000 taels of silver. This is my rule in Shangyong City. Boy, do you hear me clearly?"
Ye Cheng frowned and immediately knew that this must be the method of a local gang. Not only could he get a large sum of money out of thin air, but he could also block some people who were just coming to join in the fun. Although this move was not a clever one, it was
It's also very good. At least now, this team of more than a thousand people has made tens of millions of taels of money for the people behind the scenes.
"Boy, do you want to sign up? If you don't have the money, just get out of here and stop blocking my way!"
A rough voice came from behind Ye Cheng, and the tone sounded very impatient.
Ye Cheng glanced at it, but he saw an extremely tall and strong monk. It turned out to be a great monk from Shaolin. He was already a little angry, and then coldly snorted: "You are not old, and you want to be someone else's uncle."
, just go back and be your mother’s uncle!”
This counterattack, although openly scolded the monk, secretly also involved the mustache who claimed to be a Taoist. Who made him claim to be a Taoist? At least he also had the word "ye".
.
Sure enough, the mustache also raised his brows and said in a cold voice: "Hey, kid, you have to be careful what you say. Your Taoist master has been managing this stall in Shangyong City for more than a day or two, and it's not like you, a kid like you who doesn't know the heights of the world, have nothing to do with it."
I've seen them, but do you know what happened to them?"
At this time, the attendant behind the mustache came over with a flattering look, pretending to be curious and asked: "What's wrong, Master Dao?"
The mustached man snorted coldly: "I chopped them all up and threw them out to feed the wild dogs!"
"Ha ha--"
The few followers were smiling wantonly with their mouths open, as if they wanted to see how the disgraced boy in front of them would deal with it, whether they would submit and beg for mercy, or bite the bullet and continue to show off.
But before Ye Cheng could say anything, the nearly two-meter-tall strong man behind him turned ugly, his eyes were like copper bells, and he shouted angrily: "Where did you come from, this wild boy? I didn't know your uncle could subdue a dragon. A name?"
"Subduing the dragon?"
The people queuing up all around were startled. They all looked sideways at this monk who was as tall and strong as an iron tower. Their expressions couldn't help but change. Some even blurted out: "Even Shaolin's Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger is here, look. The ten thousand taels of silver you paid us were in vain!"
The tall monk glanced around and smiled proudly, obviously because others were very satisfied with his awe. At the same time, he fixed Ye Cheng with disdainful eyes, and his skills were faintly improved. It seemed that If Ye Cheng was a little disrespectful, he would probably use the power of thunder to kill.
Ye Cheng snorted coldly, rarely getting a little angry, and said quietly: "Subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger? Are all Shaolin disciples so angry? In the sword fight at Huashan, I didn't see many Shaolin people! No. I heard that recently several groups of monks at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain were killed by people from the Ming Cult, I guess that’s all!”
"Asshole!"
It was as if someone had slapped him on the face, and his slightly dark cheeks were even more faintly red.
With an angry shout, Jiang Long, who was really unbearable, finally couldn't hold it back, and swung his two iron pillar-like arms towards Ye Cheng head-on, with an astonishing power that made people feel frightened.
Ye Cheng still looked indifferent. From the mustache eyes, he seemed to have seen a trace of sarcastic smile. He couldn't help but said: "Shaolin disciples are getting more and more impatient. They are good at doing such sneaky things behind people's backs." , as expected, I don’t have any shame at all!”
When Jianglong heard this humiliation, he immediately became angry. Under the surge of true energy, a layer of light golden color appeared on his arms. Matching with his vajra-like glaring look, he did have a bit of the spirit of Jianglong. , making people feel like the whole world is trembling under his arms.
The crowd that was originally tightly surrounding them immediately retreated back. The crowd was already crowded with each other. When they retreated, they were like a wheat field blown by the strong wind. They fell one by one, and were suddenly shaken by the people around them. As soon as it hit, except for some people who had good reflexes and were able to resist, the others turned into wooden piles and fell down one by one.
This sudden movement immediately attracted the Wudang people in the stands, and what they saw was Jianglong's King Kong-like attack. They were all shocked, thinking that such a powerful guy might not even be as strong as himself. Well, this competition may be quite interesting.
