"Amitabha, just now Fei Wu said, you can take this opportunity to attack the Lingyun faction, if the Demon Domain really does this, the Iron Blood Gate will inevitably become the target of everyone, and at that time, the relationship between the Iron Blood Gate and the Demon Domain will probably not be washed away even if you jump into the Yellow River. Chen Ming was thoughtful, and the worry in his heart was completely written on his face.

"Yes, the Demon Domain Demon wants to dominate the rivers and lakes, and this is indeed a good opportunity. Hui Ci agreed with Master Chenming's analysis, and said: "Keeping Fei Wu in the Iron Blood Gate will indeed cause many suspicions, but it can effectively suppress the Demon Domain. As far as I know, Fei Wu plays a very important role in the Demon Domain, and as long as he is in our hands, the Demon Domain Demon Domain should not act rashly. ”

"I hope he just said casually, if the Demon Domain really takes this opportunity to attack the Martial Spirit Sacred Domain, I'm afraid this black cauldron will be determined by the Iron and Blood Gate. Wang Zhiyi's face was solemn, as if he was thinking about the credibility of Fei Wu's words.

"Hmph, I think it's better. Lu Ming said unconvinced: "What is the difference between the current Martial Spirit Sacred Domain and the Demon Domain, my dignified Iron Blood Gate was forced to such a field by the so-called righteous masters in the rivers and lakes, and the Demon Domain demons have not yet been like this." ”

"Presumptuous, if you are talking nonsense, don't blame the rules of this seat. Jiang Zikun scolded Lu Ming angrily, he was angry in his heart, how could he say this in front of outsiders.

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The day before the martial arts, the Martial Spirit Sanctuary and the people invited arrived at the Iron Blood Gate one after another. This battle was the first battle after the establishment of the Martial Spirit Sacred Domain, and for the prestige of the Martial Spirit Sacred Domain, Liu Song personally led the team. As the host, the Iron Blood Gate faced the hundred-person combat group sent by the Martial Spirit Sacred Domain, and after settling everything, he began to prepare for the next day's martial arts in full swing.

The sky was slightly bright, and under the guidance of the iron-blooded disciples, everyone came to Gufeng Ridge in an orderly manner. The site was set up very simply, and an open space was found in Gufeng Ridge, and some tables, chairs and benches were placed in three different directions around the open space, and there was no decoration other than that.

The Iron Blood Gate and the Martial Spirit Sacred Domain sat opposite each other, and on the middle side sat the great monks of the Xingyue Sect and the Niguang Temple, and in addition to them, they also invited some worldly masters to do justice.

As the sun rose in the sky, everything was ready, and a young disciple walked out of the iron-blooded gate, clasped his hands into fists, and said loudly: "All the seniors of the rivers and lakes, the heads of various factions, as the next disciples, have seen your predecessors here first, if the hospitality of this sect is not good, I hope that the seniors will be Haihan." ”

After a simple politeness, I only listened to his words and said: "I think you all know that Shang Mingzhi, an outcast of the Iron and Blood Gate, deceived his teacher and destroyed his ancestors, and committed all kinds of evil deeds, and even slandered the collusion between the sect and the Demon Domain. However, such a wicked person was sheltered by the Lingyun faction. The Lingyun faction knew about its evil deeds, but deliberately conspired with them to frame the Iron Blood Gate, and their actions violated the chivalrous way of the rivers and lakes. Therefore, in order to seek justice and set the record straight, the Iron Blood Gate hereby puts down a martial arts fight with the Lingyun faction, and if the sect is lucky to win, the Lingyun faction will leave the iron-blooded outcast Shang Mingzhi behind. If this gate is defeated, whether Shang Mingzhi is dead or alive and his future whereabouts, this gate does not care. ”

Speaking of this, this person took a deep breath and said: "Today's martial arts is different from the past, and it is called life and death. Life and death in the ring are up to heaven, and it is no wonder that others lose their lives accidentally, so the younger generations hope that the seniors will be cautious before taking the stage. ”

After listening to him, everyone tacitly agreed, obviously, this was indirectly telling everyone that this time it was not aimed at the brand-new Martial Spirit Sacred Domain, but against the Lingyun Sect that sheltered Shang Mingzhi.

"Dangdang Dang"

Three gongs rang out, echoing in everyone's ears.

I didn't expect that the martial arts of the Iron Blood Gate was quite formal. Just when everyone was ridiculing, only one person was stunned in place, looking at the gong and copper hammer in his hand, and wondered in his heart: It's strange, what's going on, where is the sound, I haven't knocked it yet.

"Fortune telling, fortune telling, fortune telling, unpredictable prophets, not asking for money. ”

I don't know who shouted such a voice, but the voice was quite crisp.

"Don't you want money?" Before everyone could understand, they heard the sound of a gong in their ears again, and then they saw a person slowly walking in the distance.

I saw that this man was wearing a pointed straw hat on his head, and the brim of the straw hat had long since disappeared, and the wheat straw that had come out of the ridge was allowed to hang on it. He was wearing a blue-gray robe with patches. I don't know how to get the trousers on my legs, and they are all strips of rags below the knees. The toes peek out of the shoes, and from the silhouette, they look like a pair of sprinkling shoes. He has a cloth bag across his waist, a dust whisk stuck in his back, and a large wooden stick made of pepper tree with a gong on it.

Looking at his face again, I don't know if it is unwashed or it has nothing to do with the hazy appearance, from a distance, it feels gray and foggy, and the felted beard makes his face look as if it has been blown up by firecrackers, and his eyes are half-squinted, and he can't see a trace of black eyeballs.

"Yo, there are quite a few people here. Ladies and gentlemen, does anyone want to make a divination? As he spoke, he poked his head out, stuck out his ears, and landed a large wooden stick on the ground in his hand, slowly moving forward under his feet.

"Ni Shuzi..."

Seeing his appearance, many people at the scene were really surprised. As the host, Jiang Zikun was even more surprised, if it weren't for his sudden appearance, he would have almost forgotten that there was such a person in the world.

Jiang Zikun clenched his fists slightly, and said loudly: "Mr. Ni's arrival at the Iron Blood Gate really makes this door shine, and he has never welcomed him from afar, forgive his sins." ”

"Yo, this voice is very familiar, I'm afraid it's not the iron-blooded leader. Ni Shuzi poked his neck, twisted his head, and said with a look of sudden realization: "It turns out that the old man stumbled into the iron-blooded door by mistake, and he was bothered." ”

"It's always called Hanako, what are you pretending to be stupid, I don't know how can you appear here when this is the Iron Blood Gate, did you roll down from the sky?" Liu Song fought with Ni Shuzi many years ago, and he was carelessly defeated in his hands, and he has been holding a grudge all these years, and the two of them can be regarded as old acquaintances for many years. As soon as Liu Song's words fell, everyone laughed, as if they were deliberately currying favor with Liu Song, at least in terms of momentum, they won.

"That's right, Ni Shuzi I just finished participating in the Divine Realm event, and on the way back, I saw that it was so lively here, so I came to join in the fun. May I ask which little brute you are?"

"Hmph, old brute, sharp teeth, can only speak as fast as he can. The deity is the Holy Venerable of the Martial Spirit Sanctuary, and Liu Song is also. Liu Song held his head high, standing proudly at the head, this was the first time he had appeared openly since he succeeded to the Holy Venerable, so he naturally wanted to play prestige.

"It turned out to be you, a little brute, Ni Shuzi, I remember that you are still a defeated soldier. No, isn't the little beast a member of the Lingyun Sect? Why, I haven't seen you for many years, and I have done the business of deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors, and I have switched to other sects!"

I don't know if Ni Shuzi is really blind or falsely blind, so he groped his way up to the great monk Chenming and sat down.

"How can it be reasonable, old brute, the deity was careless many years ago, and was attacked by you, and today you dare to fight with the deity. Liu Song's heart suddenly rose a nameless anger, and he wanted to slap Ni Shuzi to death in an instant.

"Little brute, little brute, there is really a way to heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell for you to break into. ”