Wudang disciples Yan Zili and Master Huaihai both looked at the young man deeply, but neither spoke.
At this time, the man in black had already put his hands behind his back and looked at the people below the high platform with a proud attitude, "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?"
People looked at the man in black standing on the high platform with envy, jealousy, or curiosity in their eyes, but no one dared to come up to the stage.
Even Lin Jiamu, who ranked among the top eight on the martial arts list, was defeated by him. Who else dares to challenge him on stage without overestimating his abilities?
On one side of the stand, Ouyang Yi stepped forward again, "Since no one challenges me as the new head of the Ouyang family, then, Master Huaihai, everyone from the eight major sects, should the position of leader of the martial arts alliance also belong to my new head?
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Lin Jiamu snorted coldly and said nothing.
Xu Changqing, the elder of the Nine Bags of Beggar Clan, and Yan Zili, the great disciple of Wudang, turned at the same time and looked at Master Huaihai who was sitting in the middle.
The leader of the Beggar Clan has passed away, and the Immortal Immortal, the leader of Wudang, is not here. Here, the most senior and most qualified person is Master Huaihai, so everyone wants to see how he speaks.
"Amitabha!" Master Huaihai stood up and recited the Buddha's name, "Since no one objected to this rule just now, then the position of leader of the martial arts alliance will naturally be..."
Listening to his words, the man in black showed an increasingly proud look in his eyes.
Everyone in the audience was listening to Master Huaihai's voice, but Yun Chu lazily tapped the back of his chair with his fingers, the expression on his face remained as calm as before.
Shen Fengchu, Shen Fengchu, you really took yourself as a role, and you didn’t show up until the last second!
On the side of the chair, Xiaobai suddenly raised his face.
"Master, wait...slow..." A pleasant and clear male voice came from a distance.
Everyone turned their heads when they heard the sound and saw a red shadow coming from the Chilian Pagoda in the distance.
The person who came was dressed in red clothes like fire, carrying the sun on his back, and his body was also dyed with a golden halo. Looking at it coldly, he looked like a god of fire descending from the sky, so dazzling that people dared not look at him.
When he said the word "Qie", the person was still a hundred steps away. When he said the word "Slow", his feet wearing soft deerskin boots embroidered with red stripes had already landed on the high platform.
People finally saw him clearly.
His figure is slender and tall, and he is wearing a set of extremely gorgeous dark red robes. When he stands lightly, he is like the red peonies blooming on the branches, dazzling with brilliance, and a golden half-face mask covers his face.
The upper half of the face only shows a sharp chin and a sexy, thin lips like pink cherry.
However, even this half of the face still exudes endless splendor.
There was a smile on his lips, a charming smile.
The pair of eyes exposed outside the eye holes are like a winter lake, deep and calm.
This person is naturally Shen Fengchu!
Swinging his sleeves and holding his hands behind his back, Shen Fengchu raised his eyes to look at the man in black not far away, raised his right hand covered with long sleeves of a broad robe, and gently gave him his middle finger.
"You, come and fight!"
That gesture was full of contempt, and the three simple words revealed absolute domineering arrogance, as if if he said one more word to the man in black, his price would drop.
As soon as he flew up and landed on the ground, raised his hands, and opened his mouth, countless women on and off the stage were already excited.
Yun Chu raised his lips.
This guy really put himself in a "corner" role and only appeared on the stage at the last moment!