After reading about the process of the feud between the two parties, Zhang Jiangong put down the paper and said solemnly: "The three of them can choose to fight one-on-one, or they can choose a three-on-three group fight. The time limit is ten minutes!"
A man stood up from Yanmen and said loudly: "Three against three, come on!" His eyes were full of anger, and he looked like he was either going to die or I would die.
The Sun clan refused to give in, and someone said coldly: "Very good, three versus three, kill them together!"
Zhang Jiangong took a step back and announced in a cold tone: "Yanmen Quan vs. Sunmen Quan, begin!"
Immediately, six figures rushed towards each other crazily, all their moves were insidious, soul-stealing, and deadly moves. After a few breaths, a member of the Yan family let out a muffled groan, and was hit in the shoulder, causing the shoulder joint to become dislocated.
However, he endured the pain and fought fiercely with the Sun Clan's people with one hand, risking his own life.
Both sides had equal fighting strength and the same number of people, so no one could take advantage during the battle. In less than a minute, one man was knocked to the ground, his whole body twitching, and he was hit in the temple, and he was about to die.
At this time, Zhang Jun swayed, came to the person, and pointed at the person's temple. A ray of vitality penetrated into it, and secretly used the nine powers of medicine to reset the broken bones and muscles one by one, and activate the meridians to disperse the stasis.
After treatment, he ordered people to lift him off and returned to the imperial chair to watch the battle.
The injured person was a member of the Yan sect. The remaining two were greatly grateful when they saw that their companions had been rescued by the leader of the martial arts alliance. They roared at the same time and launched a fierce attack on the enemy.
One member of the Sun family was seriously injured. At this moment, he finally couldn't hold on anymore and was swept away by his opponent's palm. Blood spurted out after he landed on the ground, and his internal organs were severely damaged.
Zhang Jun walked over, secretly saving his life, and treated him with the help of Yiyang Finger and Jiu Jin of Medical Dao. Immediately, the seriously injured man opened his eyes and nodded gratefully to Zhang Jun.
Everyone was shocked when they saw that Zhang Jun's medical skills were so good and he could revive seriously injured people in just a few strokes. What kind of medical skills was this? It is said that the medical teacher of the martial arts leader is an old immortal monster who has lived for more than a hundred years.
Is it true?
Within a few minutes, people from the Yan Clan and the Sun Clan fell to the ground one after another. Their whole bodies were covered in blood. Each of them had several broken bones, internal injuries, and completely lost their fighting ability.
Zhang Jun still stepped forward silently, controlling the injuries of the four people. Then he stared at the two parties lying on the ground and asked: "Now that you are fighting, do you still have hatred in your heart?"
One of the Yan family members sighed and said, "Thank you very much, Leader of the Wulin Alliance, for saving my life. I no longer have any hatred in my heart. My Yan family was also at fault for the conflict back then, so let it be a thing of the past."
The members of the Sun family also expressed emotion and said: "The alliance leader's kindness and kindness will never be forgotten! As for the previous hatred, we have already fought it, and we will be clean from now on!"
"Okay!" Zhang Jun nodded, "You are a man who can take it up and put it down. Please!"
People on both sides left the scene with the support of their respective disciples. Although their injuries were serious, they were healed by Zhang Jun. They were not in danger of life, and even their skills were not affected. This was a great kindness that could not be repaid in a lifetime.
Then Zhang Jiangong announced the start of the second battle. There was only one person on both sides in this battle. One was seventy-eight years old and the other was eighty years old. Although the two were in good spirits, they were old after all.
The two old men stared at each other for a full five minutes. Suddenly, the seventy-year-old man let out a long sigh and said: "Old Zhao, you and I are close friends. We had a dispute over trivial matters, and this fight is
Fifty years. You beat my apprentice to death, and I beat your apprentice to death. What did you get in the end?"
The eighty-year-old man clenched his fists, with an angry look on his face, and said in a hateful voice: "We have already reached this point, why do you need to say more, come on!"
The seventy-year-old man smiled miserably and said: "I am already seventy-eight years old, how many more years can I live? In fact, I have already looked away, Old Zhao, I will give you justice today!"
After saying that, he suddenly raised his palm and slapped his forehead with his hand. There was a "pop" sound, and the famous martial arts star fell down on his head and lost his breath.
The eighty-year-old man was stunned. He had fought with the opponent all his life and hated him all his life. What was he pursuing? Is this the result today? He slowly walked to the seventy-year-old man and suddenly looked up to the sky and burst into tears.
At some point, Zhang Jun appeared next to him and asked, "Is there still hatred?"
"Everyone is dead, where can the hatred come from?" the eighty-year-old man said coldly, "He is my junior brother."
Zhang Jun nodded and suddenly bent down to touch the eyebrows of the seventy-year-old old man. The old man jumped as if he had been electrocuted, and then slowly opened his eyes.
It turned out that when he committed suicide just now, out of subconscious self-protection, the palm was actually not heavy and could only knock him unconscious. Of course, if Zhang Jun hadn't come to the rescue, he would have died as well.
The eighty-year-old man was stunned for a moment, then bowed his hand to Zhang Jun and said, "Thank you!" He bent down to help his junior brother up and said with emotion, "Junior brother, I have figured it out, and I no longer hate you."
The 70-year-old man burst into tears. The two old men supported each other and slowly walked down the platform. Their background was very desolate.
Fights ensued one after another, and some people even used weapons. Some people were seriously injured, and Zhang Junzhi could not save their lives. Some people suddenly woke up during the fight, and both sides laughed and lost their kindness.
hatred.
However, most people still want to come up for a fight, and hatred is not so easy to resolve.
The competition lasted from morning to evening, with a total of 196 people standing on the competition stage. One hundred and thirty of them were injured, and all were treated by Zhang Jun. No one died.
Six people were seriously injured. Their heads were cut off or their hearts were blown out. Even Daluo Jinxian couldn't save them.
When the last fight ended, Zhang Jun stood up and said in a deep voice: "The fight is officially over. After today, there will be no more grudges in the Xijiang Wulin. Anyone who touches it will be killed!"
Most of the people who came down from the fighting arena accepted Zhang Jun's treatment, and he invisibly established absolute prestige. Once he said this, no one dared to disobey him.
When the martial arts people from other provinces saw this scene, they were secretly frightened. They saw that Zhang Jun, the leader of Xijiang Wulin, had already accumulated momentum. In the future, Xijiang Wulin will be an interest group, with the core being the leader of Xijiang Wulin.
The mood of the participants varied, but one thing was consistent. They all respected Zhang Jun now. The leader of the martial arts alliance was not only powerful in martial arts, invincible in Xijiang, but also had the medical skills to bring the dead back to life. When such a person became the leader of the martial arts alliance, they were convinced.
Just as the competition was about to end, a little beggar in rags walked to the center. This little beggar looked about twelve or thirteen years old, with a dirty face and tattered clothes. He was under the gaze of everyone.
, without fear.
Zhang Jun became interested, looked at the little beggar, and asked: "Little brother, what's the matter with you?"
With tears in his eyes, the little beggar knelt on the ground with a plop and said loudly: "Reporting to the leader of the martial arts alliance, my name is Yang Feifan, and my parents are both descendants of the Yang family's Baguazhang. Seven years ago, my parents were arrested for stopping a young man.
I committed evil and was killed by Mei Jingwo, the first general under the command of the Southwest Demon. That boy was the son of the first general. I survived, but unfortunately I don’t know martial arts. I came out today to ask the leader of the martial arts alliance to avenge me."
Zhang Jun looked at the little beggar quietly and asked calmly: "I will avenge you, what can you give me?"
The little beggar smiled miserably, took out a dagger from his arms, held it in both hands, and said: "In exchange for my life!"
Zhang Jun sighed. He had already taken this dead end at such a young age. It seemed that he really had no other way out. He walked over and helped the young beggar up and said, "Just stay with me from now on. I will avenge you."
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Everyone's heart was awe-inspiring. Did the Wulin Alliance challenge the Banxi Human Demon?
The territory of the Southwest Human Demon is very wide, including Yunnan, Guangxi, Chongqing, Shu and other places. Its main scope of activities is in South Yunnan Province, where it engages in smuggling and other criminal activities. It is so vicious that powerful people from all over the country dare not offend it.
The young beggar Yang Feifan knelt down and kowtowed to Zhang Jun three times, gritted his teeth and said: "Thank you, leader of the martial arts alliance. From now on, if the alliance leader asks me to die, I will die, and I will live how the leader asks me to live!"
Zhang Jun shook his head and said, "Okay, we'll talk about your business later." Then he signaled Zhang Jiangong to end the competition.
After the competition ended, the results of the competition spread like the wind in the martial arts world. Everyone knew the reputation of the Xijiang martial arts leader. This is the real status and reputation in the martial arts world!
As for the little beggar, Zhang Jun didn't just keep him by his side. When he looked at him for the first time, he saw an unpredictable golden light on the little beggar, which reminded him of the records of Qi-watching.
A kind of destiny, a destiny of extreme change.
The so-called fate of extreme change means that this kind of person either has a promising future and dominates the world; or he accomplishes nothing and ends up miserable, worse than ordinary people. As for which situation will happen, it depends on the personality and mentality of the person involved.
Zhang Jun was very curious about this kind of destiny, so he simply kept the little beggar by his side to study it. In his opinion, if he could exert influence, wouldn't the future of the little beggar be promising?
After the meeting, Zhang Jun handed the little beggar to Zhang Jiangong and told him to clean up the little beggar, take a bath and change into new clothes, but he left first.
Zhang Jun did not expect that the martial arts competition would have such a far-reaching impact. Early the next morning, he received a call from Zhang Jiangong, saying that a large number of martial arts people came to the martial arts building to pay a visit to the martial arts leader.
Zhang Jun was treating a patient. He didn't rush when he received the call and didn't leave until the treatment was over.
When he arrived at the Wulin Building, he found that the people who came to visit were all people who had received favors yesterday. They brought all kinds of gifts and piled them up in the room.
Hundreds of people stood in the hall, looking respectful.
Zhang Junduan sat on the high chair and said: "Everyone, we have just met each other. What do you want to do when you come here today?"
A young man stood up, bowed deeply, and said seriously: "Leader, my father was seriously injured yesterday. If it hadn't been for the great help of the Allied Leader, he might have passed away. In order to repay the great kindness of the Allied Leader, our God's Fist Sect has decided to do our best in the future.
I support any decision made by the Alliance Leader. As long as the Alliance Leader says a word, our Divine Fist Sect will never back down, whether in water or fire!"