The people who came were dressed strangely. They were not dressed in Central Plains clothes, but more like Mongolia.
The leading man was wearing a red robe. He was very tall and thin. His body was like a pennies, and his forehead was slightly sunken, like a saucer.
His appearance is indescribably weird.
Next to the old man was a young man with an elegant appearance and the appearance of a noble prince. Tang Xuanming had collected a lot of information and guessed that he was the Mongolian prince Huodu.
And next to Huo Dudu was a strong man with a broad heart and a fat body. His body was full of energy and blood, and his body was so powerful that no martial arts master present could match him. It was probably Dalba who was born with divine power.
But all the remaining people were not in Tang Xuanming's eyes. He knew that as long as he kept Jinlun Dharma King today, he would not lose anything by coming here.
Over there, Guo Jing was confronting Jinlun Dharma King and others, and both of them looked discolored.
With the death of Chongyang, the king of supernatural powers, and the whereabouts of the old naughty boy, the Quanzhen sect has been declining day by day. From top to bottom, there is no one who can defeat him.
Guo Jing went up to the mountain and fought from start to finish, not one by one, but by the entire Quanzhen Sect. One hundred and eight members of the Quanzhen Sect formed a formation, but he was able to forcefully break it with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
The one hundred and eight Quanzhen believers have not been harmed yet.
Although it is also related to the fact that Guo Jing has entered middle age and his strength has entered the level of the Five Ultimates of the Central Plains, but at that time, Xidu Ouyang Feng, who was also one of the Five Ultimates of the Central Plains, went to Zhongnan Mountain and was taught a lesson several times.
It can only be said that Quanzhen Sect is not as good as the previous generation.
Guo Jing was able to maintain a calm expression. The faces of the two teams changed and their voices were not loud, as if they were introducing each other.
Prince Huo Du, a disciple of Jinlun Dharma King, did not want his master to leave the Central Plains and be unknown. Not many martial arts people from the Central Plains in the whole hall were surprised by their arrival and took the initiative to say loudly: "This is my master.
The Tibetan holy monk is revered as the Golden Wheel Dharma King, and the Queen of the Mongolian Kingdom in the North is named the First Protector of the Country."
As soon as these words with inner strength came out, all the heroes from the Central Plains martial arts in the hall changed their colors.
They were discussing how to face the Mongol invasion here. Now that a Mongolian national advisor appeared here, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
But they were not panicked. There were thousands of people from the Central Plains martial arts community gathered in Xiangyang City, and those participating in the Heroes Conference were even the top heroes from the Central Plains martial arts community.
Thousands of people against a few people, no matter how you look at it, they are invincible. A group of people are not timid at all.
Huo Du was walking in the Central Plains and had always known the urinal nature of the martial arts people in the Central Plains. This group of wealthy heroes valued reputation and loyalty most and would not attack together at all.
This is a tradition that the Central Plains has developed for hundreds and thousands of years of being aloof, arrogant, and despising any barbarians.
China is naturally arrogant, and its hundreds of thousands of years of leadership over other barbarians has allowed them to maintain this aloof appearance.
In their hearts, the Central Plains is better than anything in the world. No matter which aspect they compare, the Central Plains is stronger than the barbarians.
From the princes and nobles to the traffickers and pawns, everyone maintains this mentality.
It is impossible for such a proud nation to attack them in groups.
Just like when Huo Du went to Zhongnan Mountain with great fanfare, hoping to marry Xiao Longnu, who was well-known in the world, but he couldn't even get in and was beaten out on the spot.
On the one hand, there is the factor that Xiaolong female is cold-hearted and does not want to be disturbed by others. On the other hand, it is also the reason for the arrogance of the Central Plains.
This is difficult to see in later generations, because that bit of arrogance has been torn to pieces. Let alone a prince from a top power who wants to get married, even an ordinary barbarian can be treated on a very large scale.
I have to say, this is also a bit sad.
Now, although the Song Dynasty has suffered repeated defeats, the pride buried in its bones and blood will not dissipate. This is the basis for Huo Du and Jinlun Dharma King to dare to come here.
Otherwise, the two countries are about to go to war, and a national advisor-level figure suddenly arrives at the border. It is extremely dangerous from every aspect.
"I heard that you are going to elect a martial arts leader here."
Although Huo Du is known as a prince, he already has an unknown bloodline. He has no real power in Mongolia and cannot even lead an army. In the eyes of Jinlun Dharma King, he is not even as good as that Mu.
Darba of Nadir.
It's just that neither Jinlun Dharma King nor Dalba is good at communication, and Huo Du once traveled in the martial arts world of the Central Plains and is familiar with Central Plains affairs, so Huo Du is responsible for communication.
"Yes, I do want to elect the leader of the martial arts alliance. Why are there so many Tatars like you who can't read and come here to join in the fun?"
"This is a matter for our Central Plains martial arts community."
"What are you doing here?"
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Faced with the questioning from the Central Plains Wulin, Huo Du was in no hurry. He opened the folding fan he had been holding in his hand and revealed a beautiful peony. He sneered: "The leader of the Wulin is of course called to rule the entire Wulin. I
It seems that only the martial arts people from the Central Plains are present, and there are no martial arts people from Mongolia at all."
"Such a martial arts leader is not worthy of his name, right?"
"what do you mean?"
Guo Jing didn't want to talk to these people who were destined to be enemies at all. He didn't take action directly. This was because this was a martial arts event, not a national war.
Here, the leader of the martial arts alliance must be selected, and naturally the choice must be made in the form of a martial arts person.
"My point is obvious."
Huo Dou glanced around at the Central Plains heroes present, and finally his eyes fell on Guo Jing, Huang Rong and others, and said with a smile: "Since we want to fight for a martial arts leader, how can we not include the martial arts in our great Mongolia?"
"What kind of martial arts can a group of foreign barbarians do?"
A martial arts hero said disdainfully, but his interest was aroused by Huo Du's words.
"Why is there no martial arts? Did my martial arts grow out of thin air?" Huo Du leisurely inspected the whole place and said proudly: "The martial arts in Mongolia is also extraordinary. Today I heard that a martial arts leader was elected here, so naturally I have to
Come and watch one or two.”
Having said this, he paused and said with a smile: "If possible, I would also like to see the strength of the martial arts heroes of the Central Plains. The martial arts leaders of Mongolia have always only competed for supremacy based on strength."
Such provocative words made all the heroes present angry.
"Draw up a charter. I, Lei Meng, will beat the shit out of you today."
A rough man jumped onto the table with a sudden movement, holding a huge hammer in his hand and pointing it directly at Huo Dou.
There were no fewer than dozens of martial arts people who stood up as angry as him. Tang Xuanming, who was sitting in his seat, turned his wine glass in his hand and nodded secretly in his heart.
He could no longer see the blood in the court of the Song Dynasty, but the blood in the Jianghu was soaring to the sky, as if the blood of the entire Song Dynasty had flowed into the lower-class people, and it was impossible for the upper-class people to stand up even if they died.