Song Hua walked back to the Bailian Weapon Pavilion in disgrace. He used the weapon that the old man used when he was young, but the guy from Chenmen didn't use anything, he didn't even use any martial arts, and he just defeated him.
As soon as he entered the pavilion, Lu Qiu Gongliang asked: "What's going on?" "I can't beat him. That guy pretends to be ordinary but is actually very strong." "He doesn't have the power to fight back?" Lu Qiu Gongliang didn't believe it.
"No, I can't beat him like a bull. Also," Song Hua walked in and whispered, "How could he know my identity?"
Lu Qiu Gong Liang had just heard that Song Hua was called the eldest master of the Hundred Refining Arms Dao by the foot wrapper. He glanced at the elder disciple beside him and whispered: "Someone must have leaked it, or they are just guessing out of thin air. The purpose is to make us suspicious of each other." "
Only three people in the Bailian Army knew Song Hua's identity. Luqiu Gongliang was one of them, and they also knew it not long ago. It is estimated that Song Hua was recognized when he was using the fog canopy in Luo Ma River. With such a fledgling disciple in charge of such a rare treasure, his identity would inevitably be guessed.
In the pavilion of Changke Zong, Lu Huazhuang turned to Mo Chaozhen and asked, "Is there any movement at Linlu Peak?" "No, the Luoye Sect is somewhat interesting."
"What do you mean?" Lu Huazhuang happened to meet Li Ziwen's eyes in the pavilion on the Qingshan Mountain opposite. A smile immediately appeared on his face, he nodded, and then naturally turned to Mo Chaozhen and smiled: "What's wrong?"
Mo Chaozhen also happened to catch Mu Ziyun's gaze, shrugged his shoulders, and said to Lu Huazhuang: "The strongest aura inside is not the sitting elder, but the standing guy wearing a mask." "Oh? That's it. It’s strange, the Luoye Sect shouldn’t let an elder pretend to be a disciple?”
"At a young age, it is a bit far-fetched to be an elder of the Luoye Sect, but he is indeed much stronger than the elders next to him. Could it be..." Mo Chaozhen gave Lu Huazhuang a look, and Lu Huazhuang thought about it again and again and said, "Yes. This is possible. Their person died in the war last time. After so long, there should be a successor. Ha! It seems that we need to consider our attitude towards the Luoye Sect."
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?" Footbinder stood in the middle of the field and asked outside the field, "If not, I will take this land." After thirty seconds, no one came on the stage, and the woman outside the field announced that Beizhuang has returned to Chenmen. .
The highlight of "The next piece of Qiang land, Jinju Mountain" has finally come. In all the previous battles of Lianzhuang, four pieces of Qiang land have been the most hotly contested: Jinju Mountain, the middle section of Mengjiang River, Wenlong Valley, and Shimenguan.
Jinju Mountain is located in the hinterland of Huzhou. The peaks and mountains are like gatherings of wild beasts. It is also the site of many sect battles over the millennium. It can be regarded as the most suitable area for disciples to experience in Huzhou. Countless ancestors died here, and disciples who are lucky can pick up some relics. secrets, or treasures.
The Mengjiang River originates from the Zhumu Plateau and spans half of Huzhou. Countless medicinal herbs grow in the middle section of the Mengjiang River. For thousands of years, Huzhou people still have not been able to recognize all these medicinal herbs. It is difficult to say that there are no rare herbs and treasures. .
The Grainlong Valley is a must-win place for mages in successive battles. In addition to the cicada stones everywhere, it is rich in grainy stones required for high-level and even special-level spells. Obtaining it can more than triple the sect's spell strength.
Shimenguan doesn't produce anything, just like Shuangtou Peak, it is the transportation hub of Huzhou. Almost every named avenue passes through here. Controlling it is like holding someone else's throat.
"Master, do you want me to go?" Mu Ziyun asked Li Ziwen. "No, you can't win anymore! Jinju Mountain must fight for it. Qingshan Peak has owned it for twenty years. This place can allow disciples to reborn and get the best."
"Du Hu, get ready to play," Zhang Kui said to Hu Zi. "Yes, Master" Huzi touched his right arm.
Bang! A strong man crashed into the field, holding a six-foot-long black ax with blades on both sides. "Drink! I, Linlu Peak, want Jinju Mountain!" It turned out to be Shitou, a disciple of Linlu Peak. The various sects murmured in their hearts that Linlu Peak was not easy to mess with, mainly because their ability to respect others was so terrible and they knew everything. And since Linlu Peak had that venerable person, it had never lost a battle in succession.
So will we lose this Linlu Summit? is it possible? It is estimated that their venerable master already knew the outcome of this series of battles, and the fact that he only allowed one disciple to come showed that he knew that this disciple could win. Each sect was thinking about what to do, and they felt strange in their hearts. In the past, Linlu Peak was always the last to appear, fighting for only one of the four treasures. Why did they become so active this time?
After calming down for more than ten breaths, someone finally broke the deadlock. The people in Chashan didn't believe in fate the most. A tall and burly man stepped out of the pavilion step by step, denting the ground with every step he took.
Walking into the field, the burly man said: "Chashan Huzhuo is here to fight."
"What a strong guy." "So tall!" Hu Zhuo looks really strong. Hu Zi is already an eight-foot man, but this Hu Zhuo is still half his body taller. His eyes are deep-set, his head is short, and his wrists are no bigger than the mouth of a bowl. All are thick.
"Bang" Shitou is gearing up. He knew what kind of opponent he would face today as early as a year ago. There are many strong people, each with their own trump card, but Shitou is not afraid, because the Master said that Jinju Mountain is near Lufeng.
Hu Zhuo took out a kit from his waist, "Huh? Is this big man a mage?" Feng Jing asked doubtfully. I saw Hu Zhuo crushing the brocade pouch with a twist of his fingers, poof! White gas erupted from Hu Zhuo's body, and after the smoke dissipated, he saw a black tube with a diameter of more than one foot in his left arm, and a swollen baggage on his back.
Except for Chashan and Linlu Peak, the other sects didn't know what Hu Zhuo was going to do. Hu Zhuo put his right hand into the bag, took out a black iron ball, put it into the black tube, and then slapped the tube suddenly, bang! boom! The place where the stone stood suddenly exploded, sending up thick black smoke.
The sects were dumbfounded. This guy actually held a cannon barrel and used his body as a support! There was some dazzling light in the sky, and under the sun the stone struck Hu Zhuo with a giant axe, bang! boom! Hu Zhuo reloaded and fired, and hit the stone's ax face by chance, sending the stone flying several feet away. "Ahem!" The stone was choked by the smoke, and he coughed dryly while holding the giant ax on the ground.
Hu Zhuo didn't care whether he coughed or not. He took out the ammunition and loaded it before firing. This time he no longer paused. After firing one shot, he fired another one, boom boom boom! The competition venue in Nuoda was filled with smoke and smoke. Bang! boom! A bomb exploded in front of the Chimiao Peak Pavilion. Xiao Buhui, the head of the Chimiao Peak Dance Sect, jumped up and said angrily: "Traitor, try firing another bomb at Chimiao Peak! Be careful with your skin!"
Cough cough, cough cough, Li Ziwen was choked to tears and said inarticulately: "This boy! Cough... what... what tricks are you doing! Cough cough. Where is Du Hu! Du Hu!" "Headmaster Li, cough, I'm here...cough." Huzi was also severely smoked. "Grandma, if he fires cannons here again, I'll twist his head off, cough!" "Okay" Huzi covered his mouth and nose.
"Hahaha..." In the Chashan Pavilion, the Iron Arhat slapped the table and laughed loudly, "Just blow it up for me like this, hahahaha, look at those bitches at Chimiao Peak, eh! Go to Tianhe Gate for me Fire one cannon! And two more from Bu Pumen!"
The woman in red next to her was also amused by this scene. She smiled cheerfully, sometimes covering her mouth lightly with her hands. She couldn't help but leaned on the table and laughed. In short, except for Chashan, the faces of the other sects were equally dark.
