When the Weidao League gathers, it is common for them to spar with each other, and injuries are inevitable. Shortly after Jin Di fell to the ground, servants came out and carried him for treatment.
Many people saw that the entire bridge of Jin Di's nose collapsed, causing his entire face to become flat. I'm afraid even if it is cured, it will affect his appearance, right?
Zhuo Mufeng didn't feel any apology. The other party wanted to step on him first. The sword just now was clearly used with all his strength and left no way out. Why should he be polite?
If he wasn't stronger, I'm afraid he would be the one being carried down now.
Looking at Li Changqing, Zhuo Mufeng said with a sincere face: "Brother Li is laughing at me. I am dull and dull. So far, I only have the fourth level of Vajra cultivation, which is far inferior to Brother Li.
In the next fight, I have to go all out. If I accidentally scratch Brother Li, don’t be offended. Of course, with Brother Li’s amazing strength, I think the person who loses will most likely be me.”
After that, he put up his posture and looked like he was fighting to the death.
Everyone couldn't help but secretly said, "If you are not qualified, then most of us will become fools." At the same time, they felt frightened.
At first, many people thought that Zhuo Mufeng should at least be at the fifth level of Vajra cultivation. I heard that he was only at the fourth level of Vajra, but he defeated the Jin Emperor who was at the first level in two moves. This kind of actual combat ability is really something that people dare not underestimate.
Li Changqing's face twitched slightly.
Not many people know that he once competed with Jin Emperor and used thirty-three moves to defeat him. Thinking of Jin Emperor's fate and Zhuo Mufeng's words just now, Li Changqing's nose seemed to be throbbing.
His face straightened, he put away his gun and said: "Li never disdains relying on the strong to bully the weak. It won't be too late to compete again when your cultivation level reaches the first level."
Zhuo Mufeng thought for a moment and said, "Actually, it's very simple. As long as Brother Li doesn't use his inner strength, it's a fair fight between us."
Li Changqing's eyebrows were trembling. I can't even defeat you with my internal strength. Why don't I use my internal strength? His face turned pale, and he suddenly covered his stomach and said, "Brother Zhuo, I'll give you a fair fight."
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Tang Re, who was behind, suddenly grabbed Li Changqing and said in shock: "Brother Li, do you have stomach pain again? How do you deal with it? Go down and rest quickly."
"No, I, Li Changqing, have never been timid."
While the two were going back and forth, Zhuo Mufeng said considerately: "Brother Li, I can't take advantage of you. Since you are unwell, let's save our fight for another time."
Quietly giving Zhuo Mufeng a grateful look, Tang Re and other Golden Spear Sect disciples dragged Li Changqing away, who was still alive, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
"Hahaha, people from the Golden Gun Sect, aren't you very brave? You have the guts to stay and fight!"
"A bunch of cowards looking for excuses, pretending, that's all!"
After changing their previous depression, Xue Shijie and the other three felt very proud. They kept mocking Tang Re and others as they left. Then they walked towards Zhuo Mufeng and praised them again.
At this time, the three people looked at Zhuo Mufeng with slightly different eyes. They felt that although this boy was shameless, he was not that hateful.
Li Yanling stood not far away, with her brilliant eyes looking up and down at Zhuo Mufeng, as if she wanted to really see through him.
Zhuo Mufeng waved his hand: "There's no need to thank you. Brother Yu has hurt someone after all. He has to go see Brother Jin later. The medical expenses will be paid by the three wise brothers and handed over to Brother Jin by me."
Xue Shijie and the others almost choked on their own saliva. This guy wanted to use an excuse to blackmail him again. It must have been an illusion just now. This face looked so hateful.
At this time, the crowd started to stir, and the voices of Brother Lan and Brother Hua could be vaguely heard, but in the end they were drowned out by the word "witch girl".
Even the Tahoe faction and the others had greatly changed eyes, looking behind Zhuo Mufeng without moving.
Zhuo Mufeng was greatly surprised. He turned around and found three young people walking towards him like stars over the moon.
On the far left is a young man in blue, with a medium build and a feminine face. His image is in line with the aesthetics of this era. Some girls were struck by the gaze of the young man in blue, and their cheeks suddenly turned red.
On the far right is a tall and handsome young man, wearing a moon-white gown and a fashionable instant noodle hair. Is it possible that there is also an ion iron in this world? I would like to ask about it and try it out when I have time.
However, nine out of ten of the eyes present were quickly attracted to the woman in red in the middle, even Zhuo Mufeng was no exception.
This woman's facial features are extremely delicate. If one point is added, the length will be longer, and if one point is taken off, the length will be shorter. It seems to have been carefully crafted by the Creator. Paired with the white skin of Jishuang Saixue, the whole person seems to be glowing, revealing an evil spirit.
It is so beautiful that it makes people feel ashamed and dare not take a second look at it.
Many young people lowered their heads.
Zhuo Mufeng thought to himself that Shang Zirong could be considered a little beauty, but compared with her, she was simply lackluster. Combined with the greetings around her, it was easy to guess the woman's identity.
Surrounded by the crowd, the three people did not stop and actually came straight to the people of the Tahoe Sect.
Xue Shijie's hands and feet trembled nervously, and his face turned red. He had never been in such close contact with Wu Yuanyuan. Her face became more real and made his heart beat faster, almost rushing out of his chest.
You must know that the Eastern Zhou Dynasty had three gangs and four alliances. The Sanjiang League was powerful in the southern martial arts world and was one of the four alliances. Compared with it, the Tahoe faction was not worth mentioning at all.
Even the leader Xue Yuanfeng was lucky enough to meet Wu Guanting, the leader of the Sanjiang Alliance, from a distance.
The huge gap in status and the shroud of the goddess' halo immediately made Xue Shijie and others thirsty, acting as helpless as the first brother.
Zhuo Mufeng was not a saint, so of course he was also affected.
However, he had no preconceived notions about the beauty of Luoyanpu, and when he discovered that Wu Yuanyuan was looking at him with a downward look, he immediately felt a little unhappy, but he calmed down quickly.
The instant noodle-headed man on one side took the lead in greeting the Tahoe sect, which made Xue Shijie feel flattered.
The opponent was Wu Guanting's close disciple, Hua Feng, who was known as Guishenchou. He was less than twenty-five years old and was already a master on the Earth Spirit Ranking. He was at the same level as his father and was also the leading young hero in the southern martial arts world.
After getting to know everyone, Huahua Feng finally looked at Zhuo Mufeng and said with a smile: "Congratulations, our Gusu City has gained another outstanding person. Is Brother Zhuo interested in joining the Weidao League?"
It was obvious that he had learned Zhuo Mufeng's identity. His words were not proud of being a member of the Wei Dao Alliance, but instead had a questioning tone, which made it difficult for people to feel bad.
Zhuo Mufeng originally had this intention, so of course he followed the trend and said: "It is our duty to eliminate demons and protect the Tao. Thanks to Hua Shaoxia, I value you. There is no reason to refuse."
Huahua Feng laughed loudly: "Okay, Junior Brother Shui, quickly take Brother Zhuo to pay the membership fee and let him register."
"What, you still have to pay?"
"Brother Zhuo, this is the activity fund of the Wei Dao League, don't you know?"
"May I ask Brother Hua, what is the specific amount?"
"Not much, just five taels."
Zhuo Mufeng wanted to regret it on the spot, but seeing the disdainful looks in everyone's eyes, he stopped talking in time, looked at Xue Shijie and said, "Xiandi, didn't I put money on you before I came here? Take it out."
Damn it, why do you come to me whenever you want money?
Xue Shijie was about to cry, but in the presence of everyone, he remembered that the other party had not paid the appearance fee yet, and it was not good to lose the face of the Tahoe faction, so he had to swallow his anger and handed over five taels of silver.
After completing the formalities, Zhuo Mufeng also honorably became a member of the Weidao League. Probably because of the extraordinary qualifications he had shown before, and the fact that even the Big Three valued him, some of the people who had been perfunctory before became a little more tone-deaf.
sincere.
The most surprising thing was that Zhuo Mufeng talked with a young master of a second-rate sect and learned that his family purchased tea on a large scale every year, so he immediately mentioned it.
One wanted to sell, the other wanted to build relationships, and the two quickly reached an intention to cooperate, making Zhuo Mufeng say it was worth it.