Although everyone present is a martial artist, most of those who can be the leader of a sect are not lacking in insight and scheming.
In just a moment's thought, many people guessed that this was a vicious plan of "two peaches kill three men".
Those twenty golden cups with jade cups were the bait used by the Qing court to induce the warriors of the world to fight for fame and fortune, and to fight for their lives.
However, this move of the Qing court was originally an upright conspiracy. It was expected that under the concept of "civilization is not first, military is not second", these warriors saw through the trick and had no choice but to do it. They had no intention of hiding it. people's plans.
Seeing everyone in the venue looking at the twenty wine glasses, or looking at each other, the expressions on their faces were changing. No one had made a first move for a while, and Fukang'an was not in a hurry. He smiled and said to Gao Jinzhong, who was presiding over the meeting. A look.
Gao Jinzhong understood and said with a smile: "You are so humble, do you mean to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight and then reap the benefits of the fishermen? If so, even if you take a cup back in the end, it may not be convincing!"
After hearing this stimulating words, someone finally couldn't help but come on stage.
Since it was "Wu Wu Second", no one paid attention to the Golden Phoenix Cup and Silver Carp Cup that were waiting for the second time. Everyone who participated was staring at the Jade Dragon Cup with only four remaining.
In an instant, the scene had become overcrowded, and naturally the only way left was to fight for their ownership by force.
At that time, new players were constantly coming on the scene, challenging those who came on first to occupy the Jade Dragon Cup quota.
Some of these are pure competition, while others are an opportunity to settle old grudges.
The former may leave some room for action, while the latter uses his attacks ruthlessly and risks life and death, and soon some people will be maimed or even killed.
Hu Long did not try to stop the fighting in the field. It is the nature of people in the world to strive for fame and gain and grudges.
Even without the instigation of the Qing court, there was never a lack of resulting battles in the world.
He just drank cup after cup of the twenty-year-old Zhuangyuan red wine on the table, and watched as the time passed slowly into the night as the swords, swords, shadows and flesh flew across the hall.
It's already late, and the people from the "Red Flower Club" who took turns to appear in the original work and caused a lot of trouble have never appeared.
Hu Long was not too surprised by this. He guessed that the other party might have learned that he was planning to cause trouble, so he chose to watch the excitement from the sidelines.
Calculating that the time was almost up, he put the wine glass that he had never left his hand back on the table, and nodded gently to Cheng Lingsu beside him.
After she nodded in response, he took advantage of the gap between the two people in the field to decide the winner, stood up and walked out of the table.
Hu Yuan did not look at the four seats that the heroes were competing for, but turned to Miao Renfeng, one of the four masters, and said: "Fusheng Boundless Heavenly Lord, the poor Taoist master of the Eight Drunken Immortals, Tai Puzi, wants to go." Golden Faced Buddha, Master Miao, please give me advice!"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was shocked.
Gao Jinzhong, who was on the side, first looked at Miao Renfeng, then looked back at Fu Kang'an. Seeing that there was no emotion or anger on either of their faces, he felt a little uneasy.
Although an invitation was sent to Miao Renfeng for this conference, she never expected that he would actually come to the conference.
A few days ago, people gave me great honor to arrive. It happened that Tang Pei, who was originally scheduled to be one of the four leaders, was late in arriving, so it was logical to replace Miao Renfeng.
Now someone is challenging Miao Renfeng. This is not only scratching the golden face of this giant Buddha, but also questioning the prestige of the imperial court.
"Sure enough, he is a formidable young man!" Fukang'an suddenly said with a smile, first praised Hu Yuan, then turned to Miao Renfeng and said, "I have always heard that the great hero Miao has the reputation of being the 'invincible fighter in the world'. I wonder if he can show off his skills a little bit. Is it an eye-opener for this department?”
He had indeed heard about Miao Renfeng's name from the past, and he also knew that he had never been very submissive to the imperial court. Now someone was challenging Miao Renfeng. Regardless of the final outcome, he would be happy to see it succeed.
Miao Renfeng stood up from his seat slowly with a sheathed sword in his hand. He ignored Fu Kang'an above him and only said calmly to Hu Yuan: "Miao's little fame is due to fighting in the arena with one punch and one sword." When you come out, you are ready to be taken away by your friends in the world at any time. Since the Taoist Master is willing to teach you, Miao should accompany you!"
When the two ended up confronting each other, Hu Yuan offered his hand to Fukang'an and said, "Master Miao is a master of swordsmanship. Although I am accustomed to using fists and palms, I don't dare to seriously use my bare hands to draw a sword. Please lend me a sword, Commander-in-Chief." How about using a weapon?"
This was the first time that Fukang Anshang saw someone borrowing a weapon from someone before a fight. He couldn't help but burst into laughter and asked, "What weapon does the Taoist want to use?"
Hu Long said nonchalantly: "That's possible. If it's not troublesome, how about you bring out a few more and let Pindao choose at his discretion?"
Fukang'an was very interested and immediately gave some instructions.
A guard quickly went out after receiving the order. Not long after, he brought two weapons racks in and placed them in the hall. There were twenty or thirty weapons on them, including swords, guns, swords and halberds.
Fukangan smiled and said, "Is it enough for Taoist priest to take a look?"
"That's enough, that's enough, thank you so much, Marshal!"
Hu Long walked forward with a smile on his face and took off a thick-backed single sword and a rattan shield.
Naturally, there are no inferior products in the Marshal's Mansion. Although these weapons are not magical weapons, they are all of the highest quality crafted from carefully selected materials and by skilled craftsmen.
"Let's take action!" Miao Renfeng drew his sword and walked out of the door.
Hu Long knew that as the opponent's identity, he must make the first move, so he did not give in at that time. He yelled "offended!" He protected the shield by his side and knocked it away. He hid his sword behind the card and waited for the attack.
Miao Renfeng moved sideways, his sword flashed like a spiritual snake, and he avoided the shield and found a gap in front of it.
Hu Long's single sword, which he was about to attack, turned into a defensive sealing sword, but the shield he was holding on to with his left hand turned into an offensive one. He raised it horizontally and cut the opponent's neck with the edge.
Miao Renfeng's sword followed him, and he raised his hand and sprayed out thousands of silver snake-like sword lights, slicing and slicing at Hu Xuan from all directions.
Hu Yuan used his left card and right shield to exchange offense and defense. He defended like a mountain without moving, and attacked like a thunder bombardment. The odd and right combinations coincided.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of moves have passed, and the two sides are in a chess match and it is difficult to determine the outcome.
When the fight was at its peak, Hu Long suddenly flew out of the battle circle and landed next to the two rows of weapon racks. He casually threw away his sword and shield, and grabbed a snake spear of eight feet in length made entirely of iron.
He let out a loud shout, raised his arms and wrists to shake the one-foot-and-eight-inch long iron spear, and actually shook out dozens of large spear flowers from the iron spear, which were scattered over a square foot. The space covered all the vital points on Miao Renfeng's body.
The Miao people's phoenix swords were scattered like stars, and each sword penetrated the center of the spear. Either by picking or poking, the knack of "moving a thousand catties with four ounces" was fully utilized. With a long sword that weighed several kilograms and weighed three feet, he stopped the All attacks with an iron spear weighing more than thirty kilograms and eight feet were not inferior at all.
This battle dazzled hundreds of warriors in the hall, and their hearts were shaken. Many of them had a thought in their minds: "I am ashamed that I was lucky enough to win a Jade Dragon Cup in front of such masters. Where can I find the dough to be on the same level as it?"
Unknowingly, some people have gradually given up their competitive spirit.
