"Who are you? Why did you disrupt our Martial Alliance Conference?"
Luo Jiuyang asked coldly with no expression on his face.
"Haha...Senior Brother Luo."
"I haven't seen you for many years. Don't you remember me?"
The man in the hat smiled sinisterly.
Luo Jiuyang was suddenly startled and frowned.
"Are you...Yu Wenzheng?"
"Yes, it's me."
The other party took off his hat, revealing a ferocious face.
There is a bright scar on his face, extending from the left eyebrow to the right chin, which looks particularly eye-catching.
"Yu Wenzheng? He's not dead yet?"
Yuan Nanwu frowned and couldn't believe it.
"President, do you know this person?"
Leng Mufeng asked softly.
"Of course, he is my senior brother."
Yuan Nanwu replied.
"ah?"
Leng Mufeng was shocked, what is going on?
Duan Chenzong was also stunned. They were all brothers in the same sect, so naturally they knew each other.
This Yu Wenzheng, I didn’t expect him to still be alive.
"Leader Luo, let me introduce you."
Lin Shundou looked proud: "This is the famous President Yu Wenzheng of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance, Extreme Martial Arts Association."
"What? Southern Martial Arts Alliance?"
As soon as they heard these four words, everyone's expressions changed.
The two major martial alliances of the North and the South have always been incompatible.
Every time they met in private, they would get into fights.
Since there are many masters in the Southern Martial Arts League, there are also masters in charge.
As a result, the Northern Wushu League has been suppressed for many years, and its reputation in the world is not as good as that of the Southern Wushu League.
Luo Jiuyang gritted his teeth and smiled: "Yu Wenzheng, I haven't seen you for many years. I didn't expect you to join the Southern Martial Arts Alliance and become the president. Congratulations!"
"Senior Brother Luo, you don't have to be polite!"
Yu Wenzheng clasped his hands behind his back: "You can become the leader of the martial arts alliance, and I, a small president, am not worth mentioning."
"Stop talking nonsense, what do you want to do here?"
Luo Jiuyang asked.
"What? You don't want to see me?"
Yu Wenzheng smiled evilly: "I have missed Senior Brother Luo very much these years, especially the scar on my face."
"Every time I think of you, my face hurts so much that I can't calm down for a long time."
Luo Jiuyang's face was expressionless: "Yu Wenzheng, when you betrayed our master, if I hadn't spared your life with mercy, you would have died long ago."
The scar on the other person's face was left by his own hands.
"Hahaha...well said."
Yu Wenzheng laughed wildly: "Don't worry, I'm not here to settle old scores with you today."
"Today is the grand gathering of your Northern Martial Arts League. I came here to see how many masters your younger generation has."
"Report to the president!"
Lin Shundou looked arrogant: "The younger generation of the Northern Martial Arts League are all a bunch of pretentious trash. No one is my opponent at all."
"Shun Dou, why don't you quickly apologize to Alliance Leader Luo?"
"yes!"
Lin Shundou raised his head and cupped his fists with both hands.
"Leader Luo, I'm really sorry that this junior injured so many of your disciples."
"But there's nothing I can do about it. They're too weak. I'm already showing mercy, haha..."
What kind of apology is this? This is clearly a provocation.
"Asshole! Who do you think you are?"
Linghu Kong shouted angrily: "Lord Leader, please allow me to go out to fight. I want to defeat Lin Shundou."
Luo Jiuyang's eyes flashed with a faint cold light, and the other party's intention was obvious.
One is to get a feel for the foundation of the Northern Martial Arts Alliance, and the other is to dampen the momentum of the younger generation of warriors.
If young warriors are completely suppressed, the future of the Northern Martial Arts Alliance will be dark, and the gap with their opponents will only widen.
There may even be betrayals. Young warriors see no hope and will naturally choose to join the stronger Southern Martial Alliance.
In the end, it will be a vicious circle, and the Northern Military Alliance will be completely disintegrated.
"Bastard thing!"
Suddenly, Master Yun Chan spoke.
"A few nameless rats dare to come to our Northern Martial Alliance to cause trouble? Do you want to die?"
Yu Wenzheng looked up, raised his hands and said with a smile, "You are Master Yun Chan, right? I have long admired his name."
"You were a legendary figure in the Northern Martial Arts League back then. I have the honor to meet you today. It is a worthwhile trip."
"I'm not here to disrupt the situation, I'm just here to seek advice and discuss matters."
"If you think it's inappropriate and want to stand up for the younger generation, I naturally have nothing to say."
"We only have a dozen people. Your Northern Martial Alliance has thousands of people. We can only surrender."
A few simple words made Master Yun Chan unable to get off stage.
"Master Yunchan, leader of the alliance."
Linghu Kong asked for instructions again: "Our Northern Martial Arts League has always convinced people with virtue, how can we use more to bully the less?"
"I also want to see how strong the younger generation of the Southern Martial League is."
Luo Jiuyang and Master Yun Chan looked at each other and nodded lightly.
The best way now is to have a group match and completely defeat the opponent.
This will not only strengthen the Northern Martial Alliance's momentum, but also suppress the arrogance of the other party.
If no one of the younger generation dares to stand up, that will be the greatest tragedy of the Northern Wushu League.
"Linghu Kong, be careful."
Luo Jiuyang reminded.
"Yes, don't worry."
Linghu Kong raised his hand and said, "Lin Shundou, on behalf of the younger generation of the Northern Martial Arts League, I formally challenge you."
"Haha...it's interesting."
"President, Master, you two wait a moment, I'll be back soon."
Lin Shundou jumped up and flew onto the ring for the first time.
He smiled coldly and evilly: "Linghu Kong, I heard that you are the number one evildoer in the Northern Martial Arts League."
"It's incredible that I became a supervisor at such a young age."
"But your legend will end today, and I will make you convinced that you have lost."
"Only you? You're not qualified enough."
Linghu Kong's arms shook, and his true energy spread throughout his body, releasing a powerful sense of oppression.
Lin Shundou frowned, he was indeed the number one evildoer.
Sure enough, he was several levels higher than the others. This time he did not dare to underestimate the enemy and became extra serious.
"Lin Shundou, take a punch from me."
Linghu Kong shouted loudly and killed him like a dragonfly touching water.
Lin Shundou's eyes widened suddenly, he drew up his stance and charged forward.
The two sides fought together in an instant, with fists and kicks coming and going. Their speed and strength reached their peak, shocking the whole audience.
"Huh? This Linghu Kong is really not that simple."
Yu Wenzheng crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes.
The man wearing a mask next to him smiled contemptuously.
"Don't worry, he is no match for Shun Dou."
"It better be this way!"
Yu Wenzheng smiled slyly: "As long as Linghu Kong is defeated, the younger generation of the Northern Martial Alliance will be unable to recover."
"Without the infusion of fresh blood, the Northern Martial Arts League will not be able to survive for long."
"In just a few years, our Southern Martial Alliance will annex them and become the largest sect in the world."
"The deputy leader's move to drain the firewood is really just right, hahaha..."
Sure enough, just as Luo Jiuyang had guessed, the other party wanted to get the maximum benefit at the minimum price.