As time goes by, the seven sects of Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Kongtong, Huashan, Kunlun, and the Beggar Clan arrived as scheduled, and the agreed day came in the blink of an eye.
The sun is shining brightly, and it is midsummer. The moon is shining brightly, and it is the Dragon Boat Festival.
Before dawn, He Xinsi woke up his friends, washed up in a hurry and rushed to the ring. Everyone he met along the way had the same idea. If he went late, the good seats would be gone. They and their group
Individuals do not have special positions like the big sects, so it can only be done on a first-come, first-served basis.
He Xinsi thought he had woken up early enough, but he didn't expect that when he arrived at the competition venue, all the good seats were gone. The group of people was really overbearing. It looked like they had arrived last night, and there were still tents that had just been folded beside them.
"Old Huang, it's all your fault. I told you that I should have come here last night. Look, all the good seats have been taken up."
Huang Xian's thick eyebrows raised. "You just need to shout 'Fire Palm' and He Xinsi is here, and I guarantee that someone will come up and give up his seat to you."
He Xinsi shook his head: "That's all, just find a position where you can watch. If we really fight, those who are not good at it will naturally stay away."
After saying that, he went straight to a deserted place and walked over. Huang Xian laughed and shook his head to keep up with He Xinsi's pace.
These two people were the two big men that Mr. Wuhen met at the inn. They came here not to compete for secret books, but mainly because He Xinxiang wanted to see the style of a man who fights alone in the world.
The morning sun rises in the east, the morning star gradually disappears, and the rays of sunlight cast on the lake. The gentle breeze caresses the lake, making ripples and sparkling waves appear on the lake.
After a while, people from various sects arrived first and found their own venues by following the signs at the venue. A group of people from all walks of life also came to Taihu Lake one after another, and slowly filled up with people standing for miles around.
Looking at the darkness.
Time passed by quietly, and I waited and waited until three o'clock in the morning without seeing Li Jie's figure. Naturally, the fight could not begin until the rightful owner arrived.
Buzz! Buzz!
The venue suddenly became noisy, and the people scattered around became impatient and began to whisper.
"Isn't this 'Zhu Wuli' scared? It's already this hour and he hasn't come yet."
"It's very possible, tsk, tsk, this guy is so brave, he made a fool of everyone present!"
"Haha, it's not necessarily true. It's possible that others did it on purpose. This is called a tactic. It makes those big-sect people impatient and waits, so that they can take advantage of the fight later."
"Hey! Where are you doing, brother? You're awesome!"
"Where, where, down there is the 'little white dragon in the waves' Bailang."
"Oh? Are you the legendary little white dragon in the waves who can row a boat without oars? I'm sorry, I'm disrespectful!"
"Ashamed, ashamed, it's just the Jianghu comrades who are looking up to me. It's not worth mentioning. It's not worth mentioning."
Huang Xian was also impatient to wait: "Old He, what do you mean by this person? He hasn't come yet?"
He Xinsi suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed: "He's here!"
Huang Xian held his breath and turned his perception to the maximum, but still didn't notice anyone coming. He couldn't help asking: "Why didn't I notice it?"
He Xinsi glanced at him and said calmly: "Who told you to indulge in drinking and sex all day long? Look at you, you still have no trace of the style of the past. If others knew that the 'Flying Wind Sword' had degenerated into what it is now, I'm afraid...
Makes people laugh out loud.”
Huang Xian curled his lips secretly and muttered: "Who can't have some hobbies? Besides, it's useless for me to practice now. It's all in vain anyway."
In the distance, Li Jie floated up in white clothes. His movement was as ethereal as an immortal. He took one step and covered dozens of feet, as if he had shrunk to an inch. The masters present were all horrified when they felt the extreme speed.
After a while, all the innates present also felt that someone was rushing towards him from a distance, but Li Jie's speed slowed down a little. Even so, in the eyes of others, he was as fast as lightning.
Li Jie gradually slowed down as he came closer. His white clothes were fluttering and he was majestic. Every move he made showed his natural and generous manner. Everyone present felt that they had to make way for him.
The only fly in the ointment is that there are traces of fighting on his clothes. The reason why Li Jie was late was because he encountered an interception on the road. The two great dharma kings of the Demon Sect took action again, setting an ambush on the road they must pass. They were just like the one ten years ago.
Same thing every time.
However, the result this time was completely opposite. Zhitian Dharma King Tang Xu and Tuotian Dharma King Pang Yuande misjudged Li Jie’s martial arts. They stole the chicken but lost the rice. Instead, they were injured by Li Jie. Unfortunately, they escaped too quickly.
, Li Jie was in a hurry to attend the appointment and did not give chase. The two escaped with minor injuries.
The one with the most complicated thoughts among those present was Liu Wuhen, the owner of Wanhua Villa. He was waiting eagerly. On the one hand, he hoped that Li Jie would come soon. He couldn't wait to talk to Li Jie, the master of medicine.
On the other hand, he thought it was best not to show up. In his eyes, Li Jie would definitely lose in today's situation, but he couldn't bear to let a medical genius return to hell. Liu Wuhen was prepared for the worst. If Li Jie
Jie was defeated, and he was ready to show off his old face and save Li Jie's life with the favor he received from last year.
Li Jie walked to the stage and moved his lips slightly, but his voice spread in all directions and clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
"Sorry, something happened on the way, which delayed me a little bit. Please forgive me."
Such exquisite inner breath control is terrifying!
Taoist Mu Song's expression changed slightly. Although he could do it even if he asked himself, he would never be able to do it as easily as Li Jie. He turned his eyes to look at Master Jie Jie, and saw Jie Jie's eyebrows lowered, his expression calm, neither happy nor sad, as if just now
Nothing that happened had anything to do with him.
'Alas, when it comes to concentration, I am not as good as you!'
At this time, Li Jie's gentle and jade-like voice sounded in his ears again.
"The time has come, I wonder who senior can give me advice?"
The reason why Li Jie said senior was because there were almost no contemporaries among the grand masters at the scene. Of course, that was not the case. Li Jie saw Mr. Wuhen standing in the crowd as soon as he arrived at the scene. The two of them smiled slightly and were not in a hurry to reminisce about the past.
In addition to the acquaintance Mr. Wuhen, Li Jie also saw the figure of Ba Dao. The place was full of people, but there was no one for several feet beside Ba Dao. It was impossible not to be conspicuous.
There was also the smell of a strange young master present. A young monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes caught Li Jie's attention. This man was about the same age as Mr. Wuhen, but his energy was not as good as Mr. Wuhen, and he did not hide his eyes.
It's hard not to pay attention to the eagerness to fight.
There were only three young masters present. It was impossible for Mr. Wuhen to come on stage. Ba Dao should not have reached his peak at this time, because his expression was very calm and there was no fighting spirit in his eyes. As for the monk's expression, it was more of seeing
Hunter Xin was happy, and he was suppressing the fighting spirit in his heart. He didn't look like he was the first to take the stage.
Jiujie stood up, his lips moved slightly, and his voice was like Huang Zhong Da Lu, which directly hit the hearts of everyone present.
"Amitabha! I am willing to teach the benefactor a clever trick!"