Yan Fengyun stole the limelight and even lectured him like a senior. Hu Qianzhong was so angry and worried that he had nowhere to vent his anger.
As for Yue Lifeng's strength being comparable to that of Shaolin formations? No matter how the monks in front of him were defeated, he still didn't believe that this person had such power at such a young age.
He must have relied on Tianji's strength to plan on Xuan Ku first, and then used him as a weak link to break through. This was how he managed to break through the four diamond formations. Who wouldn't know how to play like this?
The more convinced he was that Tianji was powerful, the more Hu Qianzhong wanted to win this magic weapon, and the more he hated Yan Fengyun.
Now, more than the owner of Tianji, he hates this stinky beggar who jumped out to ruin his good deeds!
"Hu Qianzhong from Hengshan, I will ask Brother Yue for advice tomorrow."
He was the first to stand up. Since Yan Fengyun had exposed his face, he simply no longer stuck to his temporary reputation and said bluntly: "However, I have something to say beforehand. Tianji is one of the most powerful weapons in the world.
The advantage of Heaven's Secret is enough to rival a first-rate master. If Brother Yue holds this sword against the enemy, it will be like fighting two against one, how can we talk about fairness."
"That makes sense."
"The secret is indeed too sharp."
"Nonsense, when did weapons have such a saying? Do you still want to be shameless?!"
Everyone was talking a lot, and most of them had different opinions. Yan Fengyun also frowned when he saw this. He looked at Hu Qianzhong and asked: "Brother Hu, how are you doing?"
Hu Qianzhong argued sophistically: "Since Master Yan wants fairness, please let Brother Yue not use heaven's secrets to fight against the enemy. If not, how many ordinary irons in our hands can match the sharpness of this magic weapon? Isn't that right?"
It's no different than using bare hands. What I'm practicing here is the way of the sword. If you don't even have your sword, how can you have a fair fight?"
Yan Fengyun angrily scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about? Tianji is actually Master Yue's weapon. According to your words, if you take away his weapon, wouldn't it be even more unfair to him?"
Hu Qianzhong did not retreat but advanced. He emphasized his tone and asked: "Master Yan, why do you keep speaking for the Xiaoyao sect? When did the Beggar Clan and the Xiaoyao sect become brothers and neighbors!"
"Absurd!" Yan Fengyun shouted angrily, his momentum rising and falling so powerfully that the dust on the beams rustled down, and everyone felt as if thunder was ringing in their ears, as if there was a burst of dragon roaring.
Hu Qianzhong was so shocked that his face turned pale. He still forced himself to look directly into Yan Fengyun's eyes: "Master Yan, I have revealed my innermost feelings, do you want to bully the younger ones?"
"You——" Although Yan Fengyun was angry, he did not take action. As he said, this person was a junior. No matter how angry he was, he could not really take action against him.
"The beggar gang is deceiving me that there is no one in the Five Mountains!"
The sword energy sounded clear, and a plain-robed Taoist jumped into the arena, with the sword in his hand shining at his side. It was Teng Yue, the elder of the Songshan Sect. At the same time, more than ten people rushed into the arena, standing around Teng Yue, and Qi Li was also there.
in.
Disciples from Mount Tai in the East, Mount Huashan in the West, Mount Heng in the South, Mount Heng in the North, and Mount Song in the middle were all present, attracting everyone's attention. This scene seemed like the Five Mountains Sword Sect that once dominated the world was back.
The Beggar Clan was not to be outdone. A few elders greeted nearly a hundred disciples, and all of them gathered around them. The bamboo sticks in each of their hands knocked on the ground, making a loud noise.
Beggar Clan and Wuyue, these are the top sects in the world of Zhengdao.
Although there were only a dozen people from the Wuyue Sword Sect, their momentum was not weak at all. On the contrary, they were still overwhelming the Beggar Gang.
As for the Beggar's Gang, although their momentum is weak, their momentum is still first-class. Among all the sects in the world, only their Beggar's Gang has the highest number of members, and all other sects have joined them.
Together, we can't compare to them.
However, although there are many gangs, the management of the Beggar Gang is also very fragmented. There are many people from all over the world who only know the elders but not the gang leader, and there are too few top figures among them. The martial arts are mainly practiced in external attacks, mostly verbal.
According to legend, over the past few generations, many martial arts have been missing. The various sects have been weakened in several aspects, and their numerical advantage cannot be used. It is also because of this that the Beggar Clan is unable to dominate the martial arts world.
But even so, these more than a hundred Beggar Clan disciples came to this stop with great momentum.
The two parties were full of acrimony, and it was not surprising that they started fighting even if they disagreed. Lu Hanjiang was watching the excitement with great enthusiasm, but the Jianghu people surrounding him suddenly moved out of the way, and a kind-faced monk stood in front of many Lin disciples.
Surrounded by people, they walked slowly.
The four Xuanku people saw this and hurriedly came forward to greet him: "Disciple has met the abbot."
It turns out that this is the abbot of Southern Shaolin, Abbot Lingkong has arrived.
Everyone calls him Master Abbot. Now that the rightful master has arrived, everyone can no longer be so tense. They can only stand in a stalemate with each other, with no one willing to give in.
Lu Hanjiang also quietly looked at the old monk. At first glance, he seemed to be not much different from the ordinary old man. However, upon closer inspection, he was surprised to find that this aura was restrained, his eyes were old but not blurry, and his every move was unexpectedly unpredictable.
It has a somewhat natural meaning, which is really amazing.
No wonder he is the one who can hold up the banner of Shaolin. A true first-class master is indeed extraordinary.
Even Lu Hanjiang couldn't help but have some thoughts of fighting in his heart, but he suppressed it well, so there was no need to rush.
"Amitabha."
The abbot Lingkong lowered his eyes and said, "Please stop. The incident at Qingmeizhuang happened in this temple, and I am fully responsible. What the Xiaoyao Sect did was too much."
Everyone in the arena was about to applaud when they heard Ling Kong say: "However, I just listened to the Beggar Clan's benefactor Yan's proposal and realized that it is feasible. Although the Xiaoyao Sect is unique, it is not a demon after all."
Yan Fengyun looked happy when he heard this and said loudly: "Master Abbot is right. In this case, let's ask Shaolin Temple to be the intermediary."
Abbot Lingkong naturally agreed. He looked at Lu Hanjiang and said with emotion: "Since the secret of heaven is here, the benefactor of Beiming has indeed..."
Lu Hanjiang didn't say anything and just nodded.
"well."
Abbot Lingkong stopped asking, and with an indifferent sigh, he dispersed the crowd and left with the monks.
...
Today's farce was full of twists and turns. Lu Hanjiang was having fun himself, while Na Linglong was watching from the corner with mixed feelings.
She knew that Lu Hanjiang's strength was unparalleled, but she never expected that even the four diamond formations could not trap him. Although it was due to the secret of heaven, she was not Hu Qianzhong, who would push everything against the weapon.
There was silence in the hall for a while, with only the sound of Lu Hanjiang wiping the sky with silk cloth. Suddenly a gust of night wind swept in. Linglong was blinded by the wind and sand. After she wiped her eyes, she was shocked to realize that Lu Hanjiang had started to wipe the sky with silk cloth.
When his eyes fell on her, he didn't look away.
"Hey, Yue Lifeng, you..."
"Did you kill Xie Konglou?"
Suddenly, Lu Hanjiang asked this question, Linglong's face froze with anger, and slowly, all expressions disappeared from her face.
"Mr. Yue, do Linglong a favor, the conditions are up to you." Linglong said expressionlessly.
Lu Hanjiang wiped the sword with his hand and asked indifferently: "Young lady has caused such a big trouble for me, and you don't want to explain it?"
"Tonight I will teach you all the skills of disguise. How sincere is this?" Linglong said without hesitation.
Lu Hanjiang smiled slightly and said, "Miss Linglong, please tell me what you need my help with."
"I received news today that there are a group of tigers and wolves hiding in secret outside the Southern Shaolin. Does Mr. Yue know who they are?"
Linglong's eyes were condensed and she said word by word: "Imperial Court, Jin Yiwei."