It was almost noon. King Wuyou had been sitting in the stands for a long time, but he still didn't feel anything. Ying'er was already a little uninterested. King Wuyou saw that Yinger was no longer staring at the ring, but was looking around, so he asked her softly
: "Are you tired of watching? I'll take you back later."
Ying'er thought about it, nodded, and asked softly: "Brother Si, are you still here?"
King Wuyou smiled and said, "If you want me to accompany you, I will accompany you around Hangzhou."
Although Ying'er has received all kinds of favors and is unsophisticated, she has been with King Wuyou all year round, and she also knows that King Wuyou has a mission. This time she is going to watch the hero conference. If she leaves because of herself, she may
It affected his decision-making. So she smiled sweetly and said softly: "When ** and the others go back when I go back, you should still be here. It's rare that Brother Huo has made arrangements for you."
While Huo Yuan was looking at the ring, he also listened carefully to the conversation between King Wuyou and Ying'er. Hearing this, he turned around and smiled and said, "That's not as good as this. I'll have someone take my younger siblings to the Li sisters. In the past few days, Mr. Li Guo
Judging the Heroes Conference here, I guess they won’t go to school.”
After hearing this, King Wuyou asked Ying'er: "Is it okay?"
Ying'er also liked Li Ling, and Sister Li Long was so naive that she nodded in agreement.
Huo Yuan turned around to signal, and a school captain hurried over and bowed to wait for his orders. Huo Yuan gave him a few words, and the school captain bowed and stepped aside, waiting for Ying'er and others. Ying'er and ** sisters
Together, they quietly left their seats, and under the leadership of the captain, turned down the stand and went out through the side door.
King Wuyou concentrated on watching the competition on the ring. At this time, Yan Qingfeng from Youyan Valley had already won two games in a row on the stage. As long as he won one more, he could get the third place. King Wuyou didn't realize it
Shaking his head slightly, Yan Qingfeng caused trouble that night and was kicked over by Shopkeeper Tan. He had already heard what Shopkeeper Tan said. Unexpectedly, Yan Qingfeng couldn't even stand a move from Shopkeeper Tan, and now he can be on the stage.
Show off your power.
Huo Yuan had been paying attention to King Wuyou's expression. When he saw him shaking his head, he asked softly: "Master Qi, do you think this person is not good at martial arts?"
King Wuyou smiled and told what happened that night, but he did not say how shopkeeper Tan taught Yan Qingfeng a lesson. He only said that this person bullied the weak and was arrogant, which was not worth mentioning. Huo Yuan also believed it after hearing this.
, said to King Wuyou: "If these so-called heroes are only judged by martial arts, the good and the bad will inevitably be uneven, allowing those who have practiced martial arts but have evil intentions to gain power. If this is the case, it will be looked down upon by real heroes."
King Wuyou looked at Huo Yuan and asked, "Brother Huo doesn't agree with holding this heroes conference?"
Huo Yuan hurriedly smiled and explained: "No, no. I just said it casually."
King Wuyou turned his head to look at the ring and did not dwell on this, but he sighed softly in his heart. Thinking that Huo Yuankong had ambitions, he was afraid that his talents would be difficult to develop. This was Yue's misfortune, but it was Qi's great fortune.
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Yan Qingfeng from Youyan Valley has also defeated his opponent and walked to the east stand to sit on the top spot.
Li Guogong announced: This is the end of the morning competition. The participating heroes can first go to the tent set up on the school grounds to dine, or go out to eat by themselves. The competition will continue in the afternoon. At the end of the day, today's primary election will end, and the top one will be selected.
People compete with each other to determine the three strongest people and become the winner of the day.
The Yue Kingdom was willing to invest money and food, and sent baskets of steamed buns, rice, porridge, and meat dishes. However, most of the people who came to participate in the Heroes Conference were wealthy families and sects, and they did not bother to dine with those reckless people, and swayed out one after another.
After arriving at the school military field, we went to find a restaurant to eat and drink.
The soldiers on duty then dispersed, and together with the martial arts people who had not left, they took food and found a sheltered place to sit or stand to eat and drink.
King Wuyou and Huo Yuan waited for Liu Yunzhong to come over. The three of them separated from the other generals and went to Liu Yunzhong's government office to have dinner. King Wuyou wondered how Yinger was doing now, so he said to Huo Yuan: "My wife
We went to Li Guogong's mansion, can we take a look?" Huo Yuan said, "That's fine, the school captain who was sent there was really procrastinating on his work, why hasn't he come back yet?"
Just as he was talking, the captain had already arrived on horseback. When he saw Huo Yuan and others waiting, he quickly dismounted and reported that the general and his bodyguard had arrived at Duke Li's residence. It happened that Duke Li's two ladies were at home.
, had already been taken in. There he got a reply from the general's escort, and then he hurried back.
After hearing this, Huo Yuan looked at King Wuyou and said, "We happened to pass by Li Guogong's mansion on our way to Brother Liu's mansion, so we went over to take a look. I'm afraid we can't go in and sit for a long time."
King Wuyou thanked him, and the others rode away.
In the afternoon competition, three more people won, and the six winners drew lots to catch the pair. Xiong Fei drew a middle-aged martial artist who was the instructor of an escort agency. Xiong Fei grabbed him directly and gently sent him to the audience.
Everyone burst into laughter. After meeting this martial artist, the other two losers were more miserable. Xia Xiaoqi directly punched his opponent off the ring, while Yan Qingfeng almost defeated his opponent.
King Wuyou watched the competition for a day and saw that Xiong Fei had already advanced to the next competition, so he stopped paying attention and asked Lu Zheng to follow Liu Yunzhong to the school martial arts field to watch the next two days of competition, while he took Ying'er around.
Hangzhou became quiet without those people from the martial arts world.
The sixth day of the school martial arts competition was the last day of the weapons competition. Three people had been chosen in the morning, and another person won in the afternoon.
The last person to take the stage is basically the last contestant today. The competition of weapons is different from that of fists and kicks. The loser is basically either dead or injured. Thirty to fifty people have been killed and injured in the past two days. The one who takes the stage at this time is a middle-aged man.
The young man introduced himself as Guan Jincheng, the chief escort of the Qinglong Escort Bureau, with a thick-backed single sword. As soon as he bowed his hand and saluted, someone flew up from the audience. He had a strong figure and was full of strength. He was carrying a knife in his hand.
An iron rod. It was four feet long, the mouth of a cup was as thick as a cup, and the iron rod was completely black. He came up on the stage, smiled at the head escort, and said: "My name is Bao Feng, and I came to the stage today to learn the skills of the head escort Guan."
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Lu Zheng stood in the west stand and watched for several days, especially the weapon competition. Every time he watched it, his blood boiled with excitement. He wished he could carry the euphorbia and go on stage to meet those heroes. Now that he saw the prince's friends on stage, he secretly felt sorry for Bao.
Feng applauded, hoping that he could win the spot in the competition for this weapon.
Guan Jincheng held the knife in one hand, raised his hand to Bao Feng, and then took a stance.
Bao Feng chuckled and said, "Be careful!" He suddenly rose from the ground, swung the iron rod with his right hand and smashed it down. Guan Jinpeng also hurriedly raised his knife in response.
The iron bar hit the sword, and there was only a banging sound. Guan Jinpeng's sword was broken into two pieces, and Bao Feng's iron bar hit his shoulder directly. Guan Jinpeng screamed in pain and fell to the ring. Bao Feng fell to the ring.
Feng put away the iron rod, stepped forward, looked at Guan Jinpeng, and said to him: "I have already reduced my strength by seven points. Although you have broken bones, the injuries are not fatal. Get up and get down quickly."
When Guan Jinpeng heard this, he also knew that his opponent was showing mercy. He gritted his teeth, covered his right shoulder, and staggered out of the ring.
Bao Feng looked down proudly and asked: "Who else is dissatisfied? Come up."
The young and old heroes in the audience could clearly see clearly that Guan Jinpeng's sword weighed twenty or thirty kilograms, and the back of the sword, which was two fingers thick, was broken by a stick. This is how powerful it is.
After a while, a short and stout Toutuo came onto the stage, dragging a Zen stick. He clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name. He said, "The poor monk Wutai Mountain is here to teach the young hero how to use the stick."
Bao Feng laughed and said: "Interesting, you monks have jumped out of the Three Realms and are not in the Five Elements, so how can you come to compete with each other?"
Liaoyin said: "Monks are compassionate, but there is nothing wrong with using martial arts to make friends."
"Then I'll offend the master." Bao Feng said offended, and after looking at Yin, he was already ready. He still jumped up and hit him with his stick. Na Yin also relied on brute force, and the iron in his hand
The iron Zen staff weighed over a hundred kilograms. Seeing Bao Feng's black iron rod smash down, he raised the Zen staff and faced it upwards. The two weapons hit each other, and the sound of metal clashing was deafening.
Bao Feng landed firmly on the ground, and Na Liaoyin took two steps back and sat down on the ground, as if he was stupid. After a long time, Liao Yin came back to his senses. He murmured: "Young hero's magical power
, worse than a poor monk, defeated." He said and wanted to get up, but as soon as he got up, he sat back down on the ground.
Bao Feng stepped forward and gave Yin a hand, clasped his hands and thanked Yin without asking for the Zen staff, and walked away casually. Bao Feng picked up the Zen staff, weighed it, nodded, looked at Yin's back, smiled slightly, and then took the Zen staff to the stage.
He handed it to the soldiers below. A soldier took it and almost missed it. He hurriedly called another soldier, and the two of them carried it to the back.
Seeing the two people struggling, everyone knew that the Zen staff weighed more than a hundred pounds.
Bao Feng continued to walk back and forth on the stage, waiting for someone to come up to challenge him. When no one came up to challenge him for a long time, he laughed and said, "Are you afraid of me, Bao Feng?"
As soon as he finished speaking, an old voice came out, "Young man, don't be arrogant, I will teach you a lesson." As he said that, a figure came onto the ring. When everyone saw it, it was an old man in white robes, with long silver hair and a beard on his back.
A sword.
Bao Feng saw that the old man had a rosy complexion and looked like a child with white hair. He knew that the old man must have some background, so he greeted him with courtesy: "My surname is your honorable name."
The old man smiled and said: "I, Dongdao Yihe, He Wendong. Let me teach you how to use the stick."
Bao Feng also smiled and said: "My stick skills cannot be said to be amazing, but I have some strength. Old man, you should be careful." Bao Feng has naturally heard of the name Dongdao Yihe and knows that the sword in his hand is a sword.
A sharp weapon that can cut iron like clay, he was also famous in China when he was young.
Bao Feng stroked his iron rod with his left hand and said to himself: "I want to see whether your sword is sharp or my iron rod is strong."
After thinking about it, he had already grasped the iron rod tightly with both hands, just waiting for He Wendong to draw his sword. He Wendong pulled out the sword from behind, pointed at Bao Feng, and said: "Boy, come on."
Bao Feng was not polite. He picked up the iron rod with both hands and swept it across. He Wendong knew that Bao Feng's iron rod was an unusual weapon and was heavy. His own sword was sharp, but he did not dare to touch it head-on. He dodged back and used his sword.
Qing picked up the iron rod. The two weapons made a slight contact and made a crisp sound. Bao Feng took back the stick and took a look, but he could not see any damage. He Wendong also took back the sword, which was intact.
After trying the move, the two of them knew what they were doing. Bao Feng said with a smile: "He, old hero, your weapons are not cheap, but be careful because the iron rod is heavy." After that, the iron rod danced vividly.
The wind hit He Wendong's left shoulder obliquely. He Wendong still ducked backwards, and when the stick was gone, he stabbed Bao Feng's weak side with his sword.
Bao Feng returned his stick and blocked it. The weapons met again, and there was another crisp sound. He Wendong felt his sword tremble. He knew that Bao Feng was strong and the stick was heavy, and his sword might break if he hit it hard. So he made up his mind.
Use light tricks to win.
Bao Feng didn't care about this. After seeing that after two moves, He Wendong was able to attack one more move under his own iron rod. He knew that this old hero was not in vain. For a moment, he had the idea of winning in his heart and refused to give in. Bao Feng
The iron rod made a sweeping sweep. Seeing He Wendong fly away, he used the force of the rod to hit him diagonally. He Wendong still used his sword to move his body and dodged. However, Bao Feng turned around and jumped up at the same time.
The stick hit him on the head.
Bao Feng's iron rod was four feet long, much longer than the sword in He Wendong's hand. He Wendong saw that it was impossible to retreat, so he swung his sword sideways and knocked Bao Feng's iron rod away. Bao Feng's rod hit him, but He Wendong dodged it again.
, followed by another swipe, hitting He Wendong's sword directly. He Wendong felt that the sword was shaking, and he couldn't hold it. The sword was hit by the iron rod, spun and flew out, almost hitting the crowd on one side.
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He Wendong lost the weapon in his hand and was stunned for a moment. He had been in the world for decades. With this sword, he was invincible. He was a rare opponent. This was the first time that the sword was knocked away.
Bao Feng also put away the iron rod and looked at He Wendong. He Wendong was also aboveboard. He shook his head lightly and said, "Sure enough, a hero comes from a young age. I lost my weapon, so I just have to admit defeat." After that, he turned around and got off the ring.
After Bao Feng won the battle, he couldn't help shouting to the sky. There were people in the audience who were noisy and literary, so they gave him the name Iron Leopard, and the name Iron Leopard soon spread.