October 29th, Friday, 7pm, Jiuqu City Martial Arts Association Banquet Hall.
Round tables were placed neatly and orderly, surrounded by six chairs. The red carpet extended from the door to the "stage" at the front, dividing the hall into two.
Lou Cheng and other powerful men walked slowly inside along the long carpet amid the flashing lights and loud clicking sounds.
Outside the gate, there were numerous security personnel, preventing the excited onlookers from approaching.
With so many people gathering in Waigang, security issues are actually negligible. Unless a nuclear bomb is launched, no one will be foolish enough to attack here, but there must always be someone to maintain order and guard against those who fish in troubled waters.
As soon as he left the media spotlight, Lou Cheng, who was following Ning Zitong, saw Peng Leyun dressed in blue.
He was dressed in a combination of Taoist robes and practice uniforms, and he was in a relatively relaxed state, as if he was in every corner of the hall.
"It's quite early." Lou Cheng said hello with a smile.
He looked left and right, but did not find any other strong men from the Shangqing Sect around Peng Leyun, including but not limited to "Martial Saint" Qian Donglou.
Peng Leyun's eyes gradually cleared up and he smiled peacefully:
"It's you who came late."
After saying that, he called out "Senior Luo Hou".
Ning Zitong nodded gently and asked dignifiedly and elegantly:
"Martial Saint doesn't want to go out again?"
"Uncle Qian is just like this. He doesn't like social occasions." Peng Leyun replied politely for the Venerable.
As we all know, although "Martial Saint" Qian Donglou is an outstanding figure who comes out every thousand years, he has a lazy temperament and can sit or lie down without sitting. He has no interest in similar banquets and is not interested in waiting for a group of people.
I find it troublesome to socialize and socialize with others, so I am often absent.
"What about the others?" Lou Cheng asked curiously.
Peng Leyun's eyes wandered again, and he didn't know what question he thought of. While his friend waited patiently, he finally smiled bitterly and said:
"They haven't arrived yet..."
Immediately afterwards, he explained: "Uncle Master Master hates flying, so he came here by high-speed rail. Wasn't it raining continuously in the past few days? Many flights were canceled or delayed. He didn't set off until today. Master Yunyan and Uncle
Senior Brother Minghe accompanied him, and now I am the only representative of the Shangqing Sect..."
Lou Cheng almost laughed out loud, because Ning Zitong and Long Zhen were right next to him. He didn't exchange much greetings with Peng Leyun. He looked for the nameplate on the banquet table and moved forward.
After walking about ten steps, Ning Zitong lowered his voice and laughed:
"Do you know why Yunyan and Minghe have to accompany Taoist Wuguang?"
A thought flashed through Lou Cheng's mind. Could this be the elderly version of Ren Li?
"We can't let a group of leaders take the high-speed train alone, right?" he guessed hesitantly.
"Then just leave it to the people from the Shangqing Sect's Foreign Affairs Hall." Ning Zitong sneered, "Taoist Wuguang is not only afraid of flying, but also thinks it is a floating iron coffin. Once encountering a situation, it cannot be deployed, and it is also
A leader with a very weak sense of presence. Once, during the Shangqing Sect Annual Festival, no one noticed that the leader had not shown up until the end."
"With Yunyan and Minghe following, the organizing committee can at least remember that there are participants who have not yet arrived."
This can be said to be very unique... Lou Cheng complained secretly, looked around, and finally found the table sign with his name written on it.
Just as he was about to get closer, another acquaintance caught his eye. Ren Li had straight black hair and wide eyes that seemed to only be seen in comics, accompanying a woman in a white dress as he passed by.
The woman wore no makeup, had a bare face, and had bangs that half covered her eyebrows. She was beautiful and refined. At first glance, she looked like she was only twenty-three or fourteen years old, but her eyes were deep and black as lacquer, showing that she had experienced the world.
The flavor overflows.
As a loyal fan of top professional competitions and title battles, Lou Cheng recognized who she was without any introduction, a first-class strongman from Kongtong Academy, Ren Li's master, "Sun Sword" Qi Ling.
From her appearance and dress, it is really difficult to tell that she and her master, "Yihou" Fei Dan, belong to the same generation. Due to her strong request, the exact age is unknown, but all information is unknown, but she must be in her late fifties.
She has been in the professional game for twenty or thirty years, but she always misses the opportunity to win the title by accident. So far, she has no other honors except for a few championships in competitions between sects.
It is said that during the years when "Luo Queen" debuted, because she had the same stunning appearance and the same strength, she was always compared with her and was called "Little Qiling". This caused a feud, which lasted for a long time.
For a period of time, she was the sufferer of "Queen Luo".
Seeing Ning Zitong, Qi Ling smiled lightly and said:
"This skirt of yours is really interesting, colorful and well-matched."
"Nothing can compare to Senior Qi's clear water and hibiscus. It is not stained by dust. Even in the most ordinary dress, it can still amaze the whole audience." Ning Zitong smiled sweetly, "But as a former 'grandmaster', wait a minute.
If you have to go on stage to draw lots, you have to be more formal."
She emphasized the word "former grandmaster" - she had received two titles, one "king" and one "grandmaster", but they were both obtained before the Dragon King and the Martial Saint shone in the contemporary era.
Qi Ling's expression paused for a moment, then she nodded elegantly with a smile:
"Then I won't delay you anymore."
After saying that, she led Ren Li to the side. During the whole process, the latter remained ladylike and quiet without saying a word.
After walking a few steps, Ren Li lowered her voice and asked:
"Master, who was that just now?"
"Longhu's Ning Zitong." Qi Ling replied calmly.
Ren Li suddenly realized:
"I just said that the man next to her looked very much like Lou Cheng, and it turned out it was really him!"
They hadn't seen each other for nearly three months. As a competent face-blind person, she was already unfamiliar with Lou Cheng's appearance.
On the other side, it wasn't until he sat down at the dining table that Lou Cheng vaguely recognized the cynicism in the conversation between "Queen Luo" and Qi Ling.
They laughed at each other for being so old and pretty, like a witch, and "Queen Luo" used the title to complete the fatal blow.
Sigh, this conversation is like a monk playing tricks...
After withdrawing his thoughts and looking around, Lou Cheng saw a number of strong men that he had only seen on TV. Some of them had been around for more than ten or twenty years, and some had just broken through for a few years and were rising rapidly, but their names were all disappointing.
They are all familiar to me, and as for the faces, some of them have even appeared on the posters I put up in my bedroom.
At this moment, there was a moment at the door, and a man over 1.9 meters tall came in. He was wearing a very close-fitting martial arts uniform, light white in color, mixed with deep red, and made of special materials. As he walked, he showed a masculine and majestic look.
Strong lines.
His sideburns were combed upward, and his black hair was tied in a bun that was common among ancient warriors. He had a strong outline and his facial features could not be called handsome, but he had the air of a man who looked down on all directions. He was the chief of Yanzhao Hall, "Queen Luo"
A martial artist of Ning Zitong's generation, the forty-four-year-old Dong Baxian.
Before the era of "Absolute Double Pride", he had won four titles, two kings, one grandmaster, and one super rank. He was called the "King of War" and was a highly anticipated strongman at the time. Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time.
, met the "Martial Saint" and the "Dragon King". In the following years, when Lou Cheng was in his freshman year, he only received the title of Grandmaster.
However, he seems to have gradually adjusted his mentality and emerged from the shadows. In the past two years, he has made further progress and regained his luster. He won two titles in a row, last year's "Martial Saint" and last month's "Kilin".
He has the courage to not let the "Dragon King" and the "Martial Saint" stand alone, and has become the "other" warrior who has won the most titles in the era of peerless twins.
Different from the unsmiling majesty of the "Dragon King", Dong Baxian smiled with a look on his face, chatting and laughing with the powerful Waigang men around him from time to time. They were members of the Yanzhao Hall, with bright appearance and graceful demeanor, and they liked to imitate the styles of celebrities in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.
Lin Shuyao, whom Dong Baxian called the strongest person in the future, the second-grade Wang Que who was just twenty-nine years old, and the third-grade Hu Shubai who had only been promoted for a year but had Wang Que full of praise...
Looking away, Lou Cheng saw Li Hao, the chairman of the Jiuqu City Martial Arts Association, ascending to the half-height platform and preparing to deliver a speech.
At this time, all the powerful people from Waigang who were coming arrived, and the door slowly closed, leaving only a few cooperative media.
After several guests spoke, Li Hao, who is also the person in charge of this year’s organizing committee, laughed and said:
"This year there are five kids who are newly promoted to Waigang. As a competition aimed at cultivating martial arts masters, I would like to pick one of them to kick off this competition..."
In the first half of the year, Xuanwu Sect Gou Wen and Shizhou Island Meng Liang made breakthroughs. In the second half of August, Bingshen Sect Lou Cheng, Shangqing Sect Peng Leyun, and Kongtong Academy Ren Li made breakthroughs within a few days of each other. In the past ten years, Yu Yue
The year with the most number of Dragon Gate followers.
This proposal was approved by everyone's applause. Li Hao asked the etiquette lady to bring a large glass bottle with five small balls inside. Each ball had a crack and contained a ball of paper with his name written on it.
The probability is not one-third, but one-fifth... Lou Cheng's mouth twitched, and he had a hunch that it must be my intuition. He watched Senior Li Hao take out a small ball, pull out the paper ball, and unfold it.
Come.
"Dragon Tiger Club, Lou Cheng." Li Hao laughed.
Sure enough... Lou Cheng chuckled and shook his head.
"We would like to invite our former grandmaster, 'Luo Queen' Ning Zitong, to draw out Lou Cheng's opponents for us." Li Hao spread his hands and invited.
Ning Zitong stood up and Pingpingtingting came on stage and took out a crumpled piece of paper from another box.
Stretching out and taking a closer look, Ning Zitong slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a beautiful and meaningful smile.
Lou Cheng was frightened by this, thinking that this lottery might not be good.
After a few seconds, Ning Zitong spoke with a clear voice:
"Wu Yue will..."
Damn it, it’s a bad fate... you won’t fight with my senior sister? Or a “clown”? Lou Cheng’s heart skipped a beat.
In a loose sense, Wu Yuehui can be regarded as his disciple...
Hearing these three words, there was a burst of noise in the venue, and everyone was very interested.
Ning Zitong paused for two seconds and continued to announce:
"Xin Xiaoyue!"
Phew, not bad... Lou Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.
This is the powerful Waigang warrior from the Han Chi sect of Wu Yue Hui, who only jumped over the Dragon Gate at the end of the year before last.
But she must not be underestimated. There was no one in ancient times who could break through to Waigang after the age of thirty, and there are currently no more than five fingers, and she is one of them!