Chapter 118 Purple Qi comes from the east (please subscribe)
Author: Waste Paper Bridge
Chapter 118 Purple Qi comes from the east (please subscribe)
After all, this is a selection, not a dinner party.
There are many benefits to successfully joining the Slayer Alliance, but the selection process is bound to be accompanied by risks.
Yue Buqun wants elites, not freeloaders.
In the future, members of the Slayer Alliance, with the best resources, will naturally be on the front line of hunting for monsters.
In a simple sentence...if you are afraid of death, don't come!
However, many people do not understand this truth.
Or pretending not to understand.
"Since we are going to hold a conference, why not build better mountain roads? I watched my senior brother slip off the cliff! He was only twenty-five years old, and he had never even touched a woman's hand.
"A charlatan was lying half paralyzed in the middle of the road, and at the same time, he was waving the big knife in his hand with his teeth and claws, forcing back some people who wanted to get past him.
Of course, there were some who were not used to him. They relied on their Qinggong and tyranny to step on the Jianghu guest's head, cross the mountain road, and quickly go up.
It's just that more people are still affected after all.
Qinggong seems to be the standard for people in the martial arts world, but in fact, in the entire martial arts world, not even 30% of the martial artists who are truly capable of Qinggong are.
The three major skills of walking in the world, Qinggong, internal strength, and acupuncture skills, are actually "highly qualified". In the ordinary world, if there is no opportunity, you will never be able to touch the threshold in your life.
"The Huashan faction must come out and give an explanation!" Some people in the crowd agreed.
"Yes! Give me an explanation! At least compensate! You can't just let it go! You held a meeting and didn't arrange it properly. Now something happens, don't you want to take responsibility?" More voices sounded.
The crowd, who didn't think anything was going on at first, became a little confused amidst the rising and falling voices.
I seem to feel that what the Huashan Sect did was really not appropriate, and we should really give everyone an explanation... at least compensate the families, relatives and friends of the victims!
Although there was no such talk or standard in the world before, now that everyone is mentioning it, it must make sense.
What happened on the way was quickly reported to the top of the mountain.
"Uncle Master! What should we do?" Cheng Buyou asked Feng Qingyang worriedly.
Most of the disciples of the "Bu" generation of the Huashan Sect are mediocre. They can barely get by in martial arts and fighting, but they are blind in organization and management.
"What else can we do? Beat him!"
"They are all rogues who have settled here. Once the Sajia smashes their faces in, there will be nothing left to say." Monk Bujie was about to walk out with his Zen staff.
Wang Yu hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Master! Don't be reckless. This matter was originally just a small obstacle, but if we take action, it will really be a big deal."
As he spoke, he was afraid that the rough guys present would not understand, so he said more bluntly: "I'm just afraid that someone is deliberately obstructing it."
"Who? Who is doing something secretly?" Monk Bujie said angrily.
Wang Yu shook his head and said: "How can we find out at this time? Anyone can do it. Enemies, allies, and even the evil spirits who have blended into the crowd... all have motives."
As he said this, Wang Yu turned around and cupped his fists at Feng Qingyang and said, "We still need to ask Uncle Feng to come forward. Only Uncle Feng can suppress the situation at this time and suppress these matters for the time being."
"Don't we still have to give an explanation later?" Cheng Buyou said sadly.
Wang Yu shook his head: "After this wave of limelight, the people who were fanned have probably calmed down. The matter is far less troublesome than imagined."
"I'm just afraid...!"
What are you afraid of? Wang Yu hasn't finished speaking yet.
Then I saw another disciple coming up the mountain to report: "Uncle Feng... Master Feng! Fight! The fight is about to begin!"
"Brothers from the Songshan Sect couldn't get along with some of the troublemakers, so they started fighting immediately. Three or four people were already dead, and the mountain road was stained with blood."
When Wang Yu heard this, his eyebrows jumped.
The most unfavorable situation he expected occurred.
The pig teammates have intensified the conflict. At this time, as long as someone organizes the fan again, it will be easy for those people in the world to have the same hatred and hatred.
So what if Yue Buqun defeated the entire world by himself?
The Huashan Sect is not Shaolin. It does not have as big trees and deep roots as Shaolin. It is full of disciples and disciples. It can even be said that the Huashan Sect extremely lacks a mass base.
Some people took advantage of the mentality that "the law does not punish the public" and took the opportunity to cause trouble.
Even if Yue Buqun comes, he can't kill everyone with his sword.
There are indeed many people who worship and even believe in Yue Buqun.
But almost most of them are blind.
Lacking an effective organization or a firm opinion, it is very easy to change one's position under the guidance of the crowd's voice.
What's more, everything can't stand to be looked at from another angle.
"Yu'er! Is it still too late to send someone to comfort her now?" Feng Qingyang asked Wang Yu.
Wang Yu sighed: "It's too late! What's more... if we go to appease him at this time, we will inevitably pull the Songshan faction's allies to surrender. Those who intend to cause trouble will never appreciate it. Instead, they will alienate our allies from us."
As he spoke, Wang Yu couldn't help but bite his back teeth.
In the final analysis, the honor and prestige of the Huashan Sect are all maintained by Yue Buqun.
If Yue Buqun didn't show up, all kinds of ghosts and snakes would dare to come out and jump around.
Halfway up Mount Huashan, it was now a mess.
The Songshan sect lost five or six people in a row, and they fought with some Jianghu guests in a decisive battle.
Blood was spilled everywhere, and with just a few sparks, the fight turned into a more ferocious and expanded fight.
When the situation really got to that point, the Huashan Slayer League election that had been prepared for two months became a joke.
When things have evolved to this point, the Songshan Sect is not bad-hearted.
They were just plain stupid and were taken advantage of.
"Everyone! Everyone! Listen to me and don't get angry. We are all fellow martial artists. What's the matter that we can't discuss carefully?" a veteran of the martial arts community shouted in the crowd.
"I'm talking about your grandma's legs!" a rude man yelled.
"Who are you scolding?" There are also younger members of the Jianghu elders. How can they bear the humiliation of their elders at this time?
"It's you who are being scolded. You are the old guys who are just trying to gain fame. You still want to imitate others and make peace with others. How can you be so shameless?" The rude man scolded again.
"What benefits has the Huashan Sect given you? You can be a filial son and grandson here!"
"You turn a blind eye to the sacrificed martial arts comrades?"
This statement is obviously another attempt to attract hatred.
The one who did it was the Songshan sect who didn’t say a word about it.
Those who took the initiative to stir up trouble were ignored.
Of course, this is the home ground of the Huashan Sect. If things get serious, the Huashan Sect is indeed responsible.
"Look! What is that?" Someone suddenly changed the topic and pointed at a cloud in the east and shouted.
Some people were attracted to it.
Raise your eyes and look towards the eastern sky.
"A purple cloud? What's so good about this?" Immediately, someone else expressed disdain.
"No! Look carefully, is that cloud... coming to Huashan?"
As the words fell, infinite purple light, accompanied by clouds, enveloped Mount Huashan.
As if in the boundless purple clouds, a figure stepped on the clouds, covered with sunlight, and appeared majestic like a god.
The moment he appeared, those who had ghosts in their hearts did not dare to look directly at him and lowered their heads subconsciously.
The provocative words that originally came to his lips could no longer be uttered.