Over Qixia Town, wisps of thin clouds floated.
In the circular martial arts field below, the corpses of scattered people who were killed by one punch were piled in the corner, exuding a strong smell of blood.
In Ji Ping'an's ears, the noise from the crowd around him gradually became louder.
The old man named "Ding Huan" had his hands behind his back and was wearing a smart satin shirt. The cuffs were clean and neat, but he could not hide his old age.
At this time, the crowd walked out with unbearable expressions on their faces, looking at Chen Qingsheng and saying:
"After all, I'm just a junior. Even if I offend a little, it won't lead to death."
Chen Qingsheng sneered:
"Ding Laomo, you finally came out. I heard that you had joined the New Martial Arts Sect before. I didn't quite believe it. Now it seems to be true. You are a famous figure in the world. You have always been regulating the martial arts in various places over the years. You have earned some fame in the dispute, so why do you have to get involved? Or are you still greedy for power when most of your body has already been buried?"
Ding Huan looked unhappy, but still had a calm tone:
"You have a deep misunderstanding of Xinwu. If martial arts wants to move forward, it cannot stand still, and any attempt must have a price. As seniors, you and I should protect them instead of becoming a stumbling block or obstructing them." The trend of the times.”
Chen Qingsheng suddenly laughed loudly, shaking the leaves of the sycamore trees around him.
Amid laughter, Ding Huan's face gradually turned ugly:
"why are you laughing."
Chen Qingsheng suppressed his smile and said sarcastically:
"I laugh at your hypocrisy. Of course martial arts must progress, why have I ever blocked it? It's just that you people who are following the new martial arts path have gone too far and are too greedy. If you just change to the new path by yourself, I will admire you, but you What are you doing? To force everyone to turn to new martial arts and completely abandon the orthodox martial arts path, in order to establish a new martial arts order and gain power!"
As he spoke, his tone suddenly became intense:
“If it’s just a fight for power, that’s it.
This world has never been clean, but you should not completely cut off the old martial arts! You know it very well! You know better than anyone! The martial arts path is definitely not weak, it is just too difficult to walk. But no matter how difficult it is, it is still a reliable path that can lead to the top level!
And what about Xinwu? It's nothing more than surrendering to strange magic, or even turning yourself into a half-human, half-ghost monster... The middle and low-level martial arts will indeed be stronger, but the price is to completely cut off the opportunity to aspire to martial arts!
These new warriors, when they step into the well, are completely weaker than the old warriors, which is proof! If things continue like this, the path to martial arts will be completely cut off, and you will all become sinners! "
These words were so impassioned that many warriors immediately followed him.
And many young people who aspire to Xinwu also look shaken and shocked.
In the past, they were not very clear about these things.
Ding Huan's face darkened:
"You are too extreme."
Chen Qingsheng smiled and said:
"Today I have made up my mind. Don't let me keep my hand after just a few words. Since Xinwu wants to break my old name, then go ahead. Or, you, an old dog who has washed his hands in a golden basin for many years, want to do it for the third time. One up?"
Ding Huan's expression changed. Seeing that the old master was about to hold out his fist, he snorted coldly and walked away.
Among the crowd, Ji Ping'an shook his head and let out a soft sigh.
And with the end of this dialogue, today's battle has really entered the topic.
In the camp of the New Wushu Sect, a middle-aged man wearing a thick robe was originally sitting on a big chair. At this moment, he stood up. At the same time, his shoulders shook. He shook off his robe and tore his shirt, revealing his half-naked upper body.
It caused an exclamation.
His arms turned out to be the color of gray iron, as if they were made of steel, and his chest was also embedded with large steel plate-like "bones". The steel plates went back along his shoulders and converged on his lower back, as if he were wearing a half-armor.
"This is the leader of the Tiancan sect. Every warrior of this sect is physically incompetent and likes to use steel to modify their bodies. Later, after turning to Xinwu, he tried to use the practitioners' method of forging weapons on the body and forged the body as a magical weapon." Yu Yu curled his lips and commented.
Ji Ping'an suddenly remembered the forged hands of "Hongying", which were in line with this sect.
The leader of the Tiancan Sect stood up, grabbed two heavy hammers connected by an iron chain with his big hand, and stepped into the arena.
Smashing a hammer to the ground, dragging and rotating it, like a windmill, the bricks cracked, the earth and rocks flew, and the air was torn apart, making a whining sound.
The momentum is terrifying.
"Chen Qingsheng, please give me a hammer!"
The middle-aged man grinned and struck with a sledgehammer in his hand.
The spirit essence of heaven and earth was poured into it, and the air was shattered like glass. The hammer struck out like a meteor, making a series of air explosions.
Chen Qingsheng stepped aside, moving away like a ghost. The middle-aged man twisted his right arm, pulled the chain, and pulled the heavy hammer across the side, scaring the warriors along the way to retreat.
The old grandmaster's eyes narrowed, he raised his hand and gently pushed out his palm, pressing it on the boulder-like sledgehammer. As soon as the two came into contact, no sound was made.
This scene is extremely weird.
It was like a person standing on the railway track, raising his hand to gently stop the speeding locomotive.
Then, visible to the naked eye, a "tremor" spread backward from the hammer head.
The entire straight iron rope shook, and the leader of the Tianzan Sect roared angrily. He dropped his weapon and stepped back as if he had been electrocuted. The tiger's mouth burst open and blood poured out.
Chen Qingsheng was dressed in white clothes and fluttered. In the blink of an eye, he rushed forward and punched out!
The latter's two metal arms were raised in front of him, and the pale golden runes on the arms lit up one by one, breeding thunder and lightning, connecting with each other, and opening an illusory shield.
Chen Qingsheng punched one after another, landing more than a dozen punches in the blink of an eye. The shield flickered violently, and the middle-aged man's mouth and nose began to bleed.
When Chen Qingsheng punched out another old fist, the metal arms cracked with "clicks" and blood arrows shot out. The dignified leader of the Tiancan Sect flew out backwards, smashing into the crowd of the New Sect camp with a strong wind.
Accept the serious injury!
The crowd was horrified and shouted. Ji Ping'an and Wei Huayang nodded slightly at the same time.
All this happened in a short period of time, and the first master of the new sect was defeated.
…
Deep in Qixia Town, inside a large mansion.
The senior leaders of the Wulin League are gathering in the "Juyi Hall" to wait for the results.
At the main seat, a masculine and rather handsome middle-aged man with short beard and purple clothes was holding a blue and white tea cup. His demeanor was calm and calm, quite like the leader of the alliance.
This person is none other than the leader of the martial arts alliance, Jiang Huai, a martial artist sitting in the well.
"Tsk, are you hiding here? You don't even dare to see the result?"
The silent atmosphere was broken. A group of senior officials looked up and saw a woman wearing a strange cheongsam and carrying a strange "cigarette bag" as a weapon in the courtyard outside the hall lazily walking over.
Jiang Xiaotang yawned, as if he had just woken up, and faced the gaze of a group of warriors without any fear at all.
Jiang Huai, who was wearing a purple robe, raised his eyes and looked at his sister, feeling helpless:
"I can't control how you dress outside, but this is the Martial Arts Alliance after all...be careful of the impact."
Jiang Xiaotang sneered, and sarcasm flashed across his slightly pointed face:
"Dad doesn't care what I wear when I'm alive, so you want to take care of it? Or do you want me to tell you all your bad things..."
An angry look appeared on Jiang Huai's face, but he didn't say anything in the end.
The other high-ranking officials in the hall watched with their noses and noses in mind, pretending not to hear.
As we all know, the Jiang family brothers and sisters have had deep conflicts that have lasted for many years, but all the martial arts factions also understand that no matter how hard they don't deal with each other, they are still a family.
Just let outsiders get involved less.
Jiang Huai put down the tea cup and changed the subject:
"Today's battle between the old and the new, I am the leader of the alliance after all. If I show up to side with either side, it won't be good. Let them fight."
Jiang Xiaotang twisted her waist and walked in, sat down in the empty seat, crossed her legs, and on the instep of her embroidered shoes, the white skin had slender veins.
Her tone was sarcastic:
"Four against one, you still say you don't favor the side?"
Jiang Huai shook his head and looked serious:
"Although the new sect has great momentum, Chen Qingsheng is not that easy to deal with. He is a fierce tiger, but it has not shown its claws for too long. The middle and lower classes of the new sect are stronger, but when it comes to the state of sitting in a well, they cannot beat the orthodox martial arts one on one. .”
Jiang Xiaotang glanced at him in surprise and said:
"So? Do you think Chen Qingsheng can challenge four?"
Jiang Huai shook his head and said:
"If he really wants to fight for his life, it is indeed possible that he can do it and even win, but the price will be to burn the rest of his life."
The purple-clothed leader sighed softly and said:
"The older a martial artist is, the weaker his energy and blood are. This is ultimately incomparable to those 'immortal masters'. And if you want to return to the peak from a declining state, you can only use yourself as a furnace to burn flesh, blood and spirit. But this is also a matter of death. way."
Jiang Xiaotang was silent for a moment, suddenly understood something, and frowned:
"Are you deliberately letting the two sides fight so that both sides will suffer and reap the benefits?"
Jiang Huai did not deny it. Under his thick eyebrows, his slightly deep eyes looked out of the hall and said:
"New and old ideas each have their own advantages and disadvantages. It's not easy for me to judge, but both the 'Ten Elders' in the past and the Four New Wu Sects of today are all forces that threaten the stability of the world."
Is it threatening your control over the Wulin Alliance... Jiang Xiaotang muttered in his heart.
Jiang Huai seemed to see her thoughts and said worriedly:
"The world is not peaceful recently. The Four Sacred Sects have returned, and all kinds of ghosts and ghosts are appearing frequently. As far as I know, this may involve a major event sweeping across Kyushu. The imperial court and the five major sects are all plotting against it.
At this time, the world must stabilize as soon as possible, rather than letting the old and new struggles consume everyone's energy in vain. As the Great Zhou Dynasty once said, to fight against external forces, you must first settle within.
I originally wanted to slowly lead the confrontation between the two sides at this year's Wulin Conference, but the situation changed too quickly. I could only use this fierce method to detonate the conflict in advance. In this way, the Wulin Alliance could form a rope to deal with the Four Holy Sects. "
Ha, I believe what he said... Jiang Xiaotang slandered that as a woman, she didn't like these power struggles.
At this time, a Jiang family disciple from outside rushed over, cupped his hands and said:
"Report to the Alliance Leader! The leader of the Tiancan Sect was seriously injured and defeated. He only lasted less than ten rounds."
Jiang Huai was not surprised and said calmly:
"Probe again and report again."
…
As the first game ended, the neutral factions in the town quickly received the news.
"Master, Grandmaster Chen won the first game with almost no effort."
A small courtyard was pushed away, and a young man with short hair came back excitedly.
Under the eaves of the courtyard, an old doctor wearing a gray robe, a long beard, and smelling of herbs was stepping on a stone grinder with his feet, crushing the herbs bit by bit, and said without raising his head when he heard the words:
"knew."
The short-haired young man choked and turned around to inquire again. The old doctor from the "Medicine King Sect" thought casually and shook his head:
"The harder you hit, the shorter your life will be. Why are these martial artists so unscrupulous... Sigh..."
Inside a teahouse.
Tingxue Louzhu was sitting by the window drinking tea and listening to music when he saw Hongying running towards her on the street.
Before going upstairs, he hurriedly described the matter. Tingxue Louzhu could not help but be fascinated:
"As expected of a veteran powerhouse, the lineage of Longhu Mountain Celestial Masters is indeed extraordinary."
Grandmaster Chen had kept a low profile for too many years, but this time he established his authority in one battle, which immediately made everyone sigh with emotion.
But compared to those enthusiastic young people, the leaders of the major forces realized that this might be Chen Qingsheng's last glory.
…
A martial arts arena.
After the Tiancan Sect Master was defeated, a new figure came out.
It turned out to be a bald man, but he was not a monk. Instead, half of his face was painted with an indigo evil ghost pattern that looked like facial makeup, and his exposed arms were also covered with the same "tattoos."
Yu Yu continued to show off information:
"This is the sect leader of the Hell Gate. This sect is between the Qi Sect and the Warriors. They like to collect special herbs, the blood of rare birds, mix them with cinnabar, and draw evil ghost tattoos on their bodies. They use this as a medium to cast spells and summon people to travel between heaven and earth. Evil spirits, fierce ghosts... Hehe, this 'ghost technique' is just a side branch of my Taoism."
Ji Ping'an said calmly:
"Don't underestimate evil ghost skills. Historically, this inheritance has produced some powerful figures, such as the 'Painted Skin Immortal' and the 'Ghost King', who are quite capable."
Painted Skin Immortal?
Yu Yu was stunned for a moment, vaguely remembering that he had seen this name in the Qingyun Palace books.
But it was too long ago to remember.
Of course Ji Ping'an would not explain that the other party once claimed that he wanted to skin his human skin to make ghost paintings, but he was later killed by him.
After death, the whole body's flesh and blood were burned clean by the sword fire, leaving only a piece of skin, which he stuffed with straw and flew a kite...
In short, no matter which life he lived in, he didn't like these gloomy things.
And just as he said, the Hell Sect Master is indeed more difficult to deal with than the Tianzhan Sect.
After he walked out without saying a word, he directly poured spiritual elements into his tattoos. The evil ghost tattoos covering his whole body lit up, causing the wind to roar, the sunlight to be blocked, and illusory ghost figures to appear and possess him.
Chen Qingsheng also looked a little more solemn.
The fighting method of the martial arts path is single, and the most effective way to deal with this kind of nonsense is to burn energy and blood to restrain it.
The two started to fight. This time, Chen Qingsheng attacked fiercely, and the Hell Sect Master dodged wildly. The two fought for dozens of rounds, but they couldn't do anything to each other.
Seeing this, Chen Qingsheng deliberately tried to show his weakness. The latter summoned an indigo evil spirit and screamed, targeting the soul. The faces of the large group of warriors changed drastically, they covered their ears with their hands, feeling dizzy and ready to vomit.
However, Chen Qingsheng's eyes widened, and he condensed his consciousness into fists to capture the latter. Then he burned his energy and blood with one punch, scattered the fierce ghost, and shook away the dark clouds.
When the sun shone, the leader of the Hell Sect screamed in agony, bleeding from all his orifices, and was seriously injured and defeated.
The successive defeats of two strong men also boosted the old school's momentum.
Ding Huan also had a bad look on his face, looking at the remaining leaders of the two factions and exchanging glances with each other.
"It's better to hear once than to see once. Grandmaster Chen's methods are still as good as before."
In the crowd, two figures walked out together.
The former one was a middle-aged man with dark brown skin. He was the master of the Broken Sword Sect who had gone to the Capital of Gods to observe the Grand Prize.
The latter is a middle-aged man with a fair complexion and a gentle appearance. His hands are as white as jade. He is the chief rudder of the Tiandihui, the largest gang in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Compared to the previous two, these two don't look special at least in appearance.
Yu Yu showed off in a low voice and compared words in a low voice:
"The Broken Blade Sect began to use magical weapons to replace the original weapons, and then improved the martial arts of the sect so that people can adapt to the weapons, rather than the weapons adapting to people. This is also a path of new martial arts. As for the pretty boy, he simply Combining techniques and martial arts, they are considered to be the more 'correct' among the new martial arts."
Ji Ping'an said "yes" and said:
"It should also be stronger. Chen Qingsheng can't hold on any longer unless he fights hard."
Yu Yu was stunned for a moment and said suspiciously:
"real or fake."
On the field.
Chen Qingsheng also took a deep breath after defeating the second person, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. Obviously, it was not as easy as it looked.
At this time, he saw the two people walking out and sneered:
"Finally can't stand it anymore, are you ready to take action together?"
The master of the Broken Blade Sect was silent and did not say anything. The chief helmsman of the Heaven and Earth Society smiled and said:
"Grandmaster Chen has defeated two people in a row. Stop it. You can keep your reputation if you continue, so why risk your life here. If you retreat, we can promise to keep the old martial arts lineage."
Chen Qingsheng was extremely angry and laughed:
"As expected of a businessman, are you really stupid as I am? Do you believe your lies? The matter has come to this, you can either beat me to death here, or I will beat you to death. There is no middle choice."
The fair-skinned chief helmsman’s smile faded and he sighed:
"Senior forced me to this point, so we two have no choice but to offend."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward and struck out with both hands.
The originally white hands were shrouded in a thin white light and became pure white as jade, leaving a series of afterimages of white palms across the air. In the blink of an eye, it seemed like there were palm prints all over the sky.
The master of the Broken Knife Sect pursed his lips and pulled out a broad broken knife with a "clunk" sound.
There are fine patterns of formations imprinted on it, and they flicker like breathing.
Others followed the knife and danced the broken knife like a tiger into the wind.
Chen Qingsheng laughed boldly and rushed forward alone. The three warriors fought, and the surrounding wind and noise exploded.
Wisps of white turbulence emerged, and sonic booms were heard endlessly.
The afterimages were almost intertwined into a ball, and just the airflow that escaped caused pain to the person's cheek.
Everyone holds their breath and waits for the final result.
However, this confrontation lasted far longer than the previous two times.
The two sides seemed to be in a tug-of-war. Chen Qingsheng attacked fiercely but was beaten back again and again. The old man's white clothes began to be torn and stained with blood, his hair was scattered, big beads of sweat fell, and his strength gradually sapped.
Her cheeks were rosy, but her aura was not as strong as before.
Every time he pumped his fist, it seemed to be venting the last splendor of the sunset.
The other two people also felt uncomfortable. They were beaten repeatedly and vomited blood, but they gritted their teeth and persisted, but in comparison, they were much better after all.
"No, Grandmaster Chen will lose if this continues." Someone made a judgment.
"Xinwu is so shameless. It's just a wheel battle, but it's two against one!" A young man yelled angrily.
"If this continues, Grandmaster Chen may die here." Someone was moved.
But more people's hearts gradually grew colder, as if they had seen the end.
…
In the hall of the Wulin Alliance mansion.
The atmosphere was oppressive and dull, and everyone stopped talking. Even Jiang Xiaotang just smoked a cigarette by himself, as if to vent the depression in his heart.
As a member of the Jiang family, she knew that Jiang Huai was right to sit back and watch, and she considered herself not a bad person.
But seeing an old martial arts master about to burn the last of his life in order to defend the martial arts, just like the setting sun and the bonfire gradually extinguishing, she still felt sad in her heart.
"Reporting to the leader, Grandmaster Chen can't hold on any longer." A disciple rushed to report.
Leader Jiang, who was dressed in purple, had thick black eyebrows and a short beard, sighed deeply. Unbearable flashed in his eyes, but he snuffed it out in an instant, remained silent for a moment, and said:
"Mobilize manpower to prevent further conflicts between the two sides after the death. At least protect the remaining disciples in Longhu Mountain."
After a pause, he added:
"Carry out the prepared coffin and send it over later."
"Yes." The disciple respectfully retreated.
In the small courtyard of Yaowang Sect, a young man with short hair walked back dejectedly and squatted in the courtyard without moving.
The old doctor in gray robe rubbing the herbs looked up, glanced at his disciple, and said:
"Why don't you go see it? Is it over?"
The young man shook his head and said:
"Zongshi Chen is probably in danger."
The old doctor was silent for a moment, then took out a porcelain bottle and threw it over:
"If the person is not dead, please send me a big medicine as a token of your kindness."
The young man held the medicine bottle, thought about it and got up and went out.
In the teahouse, the owner of Tingxue House also learned about the recent war situation. Her beautiful eyes dimmed, as if she saw the end of a generation of great masters.
All the people in the neutral faction felt that this battle was a foregone conclusion. In the end, it was just a matter of seeing how much losses the new Wu Yi faction would suffer.
…
On the martial arts field.
As the situation became more obvious, Chen Qingsheng was retreating steadily, and finally someone couldn't help shouting:
"Master Chen, come back!"
The other people from the old school couldn't bear to shout out, but they knew that it was in vain. Even if they wanted to retreat at this time, they could no longer retreat.
"Master..."
Lu Qing's face turned pale and he clenched his fists. The Longhu Mountain disciples behind him also looked sad. One of the female disciples cried, but she held back her voice for fear of disturbing her leader.
"Famous martial arts legend" Ding Huan slowly raised the corners of his mouth, then concealed it well.
"Why is it so, why is it so..."
Pei Qian whispered in frustration. What he wanted to see was a vigorous master showdown, but the scene in front of him made his nose sore.
Yu Yu also lost her enthusiasm for watching the theater. She was a little unhappy and didn't want the old man to die.
But her cultivation level is not high enough, so she can't use her few life-saving cards for an unrelated person.
She was not that generous yet, so she suddenly felt embarrassed.
in the crowd.
Wei Huayang, who was wearing a bamboo hat and holding the hilt of his sword, pursed his lips. A trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes. He opened his lips, closed them again, and opened them again.
Although she has been a Taoist master for so many years, she still has the "heroine" side of her past in her heart.
I want to give advice, but I am sensitive to my identity. Once I receive too much attention, I will be in big trouble.
Just as she was hesitating, Ji Pingan, who was standing in the crowd with his hands behind his back, suddenly said:
"The King of Diamonds."
His voice was not loud, but it contained a dark energy that just overcame the noise in the field and reached the ears of Chen Qingsheng, who was exhausted and about to lose.
As if blessed to the soul, Chen Qingsheng was already in a desperate situation. When he heard these four words, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind, and his body subconsciously swayed:
The right hand will be beaten like a demon pestle, and the left hand will be slightly bent like a mortar.
King Kong is the name of God. Steel is like fine gold that has been refined over time, strong and strong, and the hand held by it is like a pestle; those who pound it are like grain in a mortar, pounding it with a pestle.
it's for:
Vajra tamping style!
"Crash." Chen Qingsheng opened his fists, and the spiritual elements of heaven and earth suddenly rolled in like a tide, surging like the morning sun, and as hot as a furnace.
One punch.
Heaven and earth are beginning to open!
"boom!"
The faces of the Broken Knife Sect Master and the Chief Helmsman suddenly changed, and they were beaten back dozens of steps before stopping.
Discoloration in shock.
"Who is speaking?!"
Thank you: Xue Bingjing for your support!
(End of chapter)
