Chongyang Mountain has beautiful scenery, with exquisite attics standing in the forest, with steep cliffs and deep foothills. As the martial arts conference approaches, it is gradually becoming lively at this time, and people often see people passing through the mountains.

Xihe and Fang Qinglin went out for a walk and saw many familiar faces, all from the six major sects and people with a reputation in the world.

Once she saw Master Jing'an and Master Zong Tian who were surrounded by a group of martial arts people and entered the main courtyard of the villa in a mighty way.

Finally, after the people from the six major sects and famous knights in the world arrived, the martial arts conference officially began. The owner of Chongyang Villa smiled and asked people from various major sects to speak. However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Master Jing'an impatiently: "Too much nonsense! Where are the people from the Demon Sect? Get out for me!"

A pair of sharp eyes scanned the audience, and the moonlight sword in his hand was ready to move.

Xihe:...I am worthy of being the infamous Master Jing'an.

She is so arrogant and domineering, so naturally some people don’t like it. Some people jumped onto the competition: “Old thief, you killed me all over the family a year ago without any distinction. Today I will do my best to heaven and cut off your head!”

Master Jing'an glanced at him, wearing a green monk's robe, and his shiny head: "I said who is it? It turns out that it is from Honggu Temple. I killed a villain who forcibly robbed the women of the people and bullied the people. What does it have to do with you? Could it be your son?"

"Since that's the case, you, Honggu Temple, are not too clean, so why not kill it too."

The monk was furious and smashed it down with a move of "Shan Break Palm": "You are too bullying!"

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but widen their eyes and stretched their necks.

Master Jing'an sneered, waited for someone to approach, drew out the Yuehua Sword, and slashed over—

puff.

The monk looked down at his chest and fell to the ground.

The onlookers couldn't help but gasp and killed the person in one move.

Master Jing'an's sword dripped blood, and his eyes looked around: "Who else is here? Are you scared by the turtle of the Demon Sect?"

The huge venue was silent. Seeing this situation, the owner of Chongyang Villa had to stand up and said, "Master, I think everyone is impressed by your heroic posture, so I dare not..."

"Hahahaha, how can I miss this martial arts conference?"

Xihe felt nervous and thought, it's coming.

The next second, a strong wind came, and sand and stones flew away instantly. People were swaying from the wind and narrowed their eyes.

A gray figure flew over quickly, and in a blink of an eye, he stood on the competition stage, opened his hands and laughed: "Today, the Japanese seat swept across the martial arts world, let me see what peerless martial arts are."

Before everyone could be surprised, they saw his hand raising, and the stone pillars on the edge of the ring instantly shattered.

The elders of various major sects stood up subconsciously, looking incredible. The three-foot-wide thick stone pillar was shattered?

However, next, the remaining stone pillars were separated and the Bengxi Festival. The old man in gray smiled at the sky: "Whoever wants to come up and fight me against me, as long as I defeat me, I will present this technique with both hands!"

His voice was rough, his gray clothes were covered with dirty clothes, and his thick hair covered his face, like a savage.

However, his martial arts are so powerful, comparable to the heads of the six major sects. Everyone's eyes suddenly became hot. If they could get...

"Where did the beggar come from? How dare you show off your skills in front of Benny! Let's go down!"

Master Jing'an called him very unhappy.

Zong Nan, who had been frowning in the stands, stared at the old man in gray, changed his face: "Master, no!"

The old man in gray noticed the attack on the side, flashed quickly, and his figure disappeared from the spot, turned to Master Jing'an and slapped forward.

After Master Jing'an discovered that the attack failed, he knew that this person was behind him. In an instant, Yuehua Sword slashed backwards!

In the blink of an eye, the two fought for more than a dozen moves.

Everyone in the audience was dazzled, but the heads of the other five sects looked serious.

This person's martial arts are obviously higher than the master. The master is already breathing, but his breath is very stable and his internal strength must be strong.

But why is this person so powerful? No news has been heard from the world?

Could it be someone from the Demon Sect?

No, this person is very clean in his moves and breath.

At this moment, the man in gray took a few steps back on the field and immediately stimulated his internal force. The strong wind made his hair fly and his clothes flew.

Several leaders secretly said "not good", and even Xihe stood up in a "blatant manner". Master Jing'an on the field was not afraid, his eyes were full of strong fighting spirit, and he held the Yuehua Sword tightly to make a good attitude towards the battle.

The man in gray grinned and banged forward with a big palm.

boom!

A powerful airflow spread out.

The person who was close to him was shocked to vomit blood and screamed and flew backwards.

Xihe was protected by Fang Qinglin in his arms, waiting for the wave to pass. She raised her head and saw Zong Nanfan, who was so fairy-like on the stage, standing in front of Master Jing'an, resisting the attack of the man in gray.

Everyone was extremely shocked, and after a while, a shocking cheer erupted: "Tishi Zong, Tishi Zong!"

The man in gray looked at Zong Nanfan in surprise, then smiled: "It is worthy of being the founder of the Taichu Sect, it is indeed amazing."

Zong Nanfan put down his hand and bowed with great care: "I don't know if you are..."

The man in gray stood with his hands behind his back, his head held high and his chest raised: "If you don't change your name or your surname, I am Lou Zhiquan, a Yueyang school!"

"What? People from Yueyang Sect?"

"Lou Zhiquan? Isn't he an ordinary elder in the Yueyang Sect? Why is he so powerful!"

"Hey, brother, is this really your elder?"

The people from Yueyang Sect were also confused. There was indeed an Elder Lou in their sect, but he was not so good at all.

But since the masters say they are from their sect, they must be their elders. They were so happy that they nodded to everyone: "Yes, yes, yes, it's our Elder Lou! Elder Lou is usually very approachable..."

On the stage, Lou Zhiquan took out his arms from his arms and handed Zong Nanfan a small notebook: "Since you beat me, this technique is yours."

Zong Nanfan subconsciously shook his head, but his eyes swept into the words "Zhengyang Gongyao". He couldn't help but take two steps forward. Yes, it was really Zhengyang Gongyao. His eyes immediately changed when he looked at Lou Zhiquan: "Where are you from..." He felt it was inappropriate again, so he immediately said, "You should put it away."

"It's just a normal exchange and exchange, and there's no need to hand over the heavy objects."

Although Zhengyang's martial arts are famous, even he is very moved, but it is against his original intention to seize what others like.

When the people from Yueyang Sect saw that their elders had handed over the skills that could be promoted to a master because of their verbal words, they felt so distressed.

Seeing Zongnan Lou Fan refuse, he immediately ran over and hurriedly stuffed his martial arts into Lou Zhiquan's arms: "Elder, Master Zong is open and honest, how could he ask for other people's things for no reason? You are still... Zhengyang martial arts!!"

When I looked down, I screamed.

Everyone else widened their eyes, Zheng, Zhengyang's martial arts?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter completed!