There are many strange people on the sword in Huashan, but it is rare to see such a heroic person as the mountain without wind, so there are many people who look at him sideways along the way.

There are even people from other factions who are familiar with Song Tong and greet them with a smile.

"Brother Song, where did you dig up a genius again?"

"Master Song, congratulations on getting another talent!"

……

Many of them are sarcastic and ridiculous, and Song Tong doesn't care about it, and responds politely with a smile every time.

As they spoke, the two of them had already walked under the big tree of the Sanwu Alliance.

The Lingyu Sanren sitting at the front was closing his eyes and recuperating, deaf to the noise around him, and his body was extraordinary, full of the demeanor of the elder sect.

Two meters behind Lingyu Sanren, there is a stone bench and a stone table, a table and two stools, and then a table for five people.

There is a bench free at the two stools at that table, and there is a thick man sitting on the other stool, the big man is stout enough than ordinary people, but compared with the mountain without wind, it is not as good.

Song Tong led Shan Wufeng to the thick man and hugged his fists, and said with a smile: "Brother Lu, please give up your seat, thank you!" ”

The stout man known as Brother Lu raised his eyes and looked at Shan Wufeng, his face was angry, he hesitated for a moment before snorting heavily, got up and walked to the seat behind him, and the person behind him changed seats one after another, and the person in the last seat got up angrily and joined the standing ranks.

All the people who changed seats stared fiercely at the mountain in front of them.

"Brother Shan, please sit down, hehe."

Song Tong smiled and asked Shan Wufeng to sit in Brother Lu's seat just now, "Brother Shan, please wait a moment, wait for me to report to the sect elder." ”

Shan Wufeng nodded and sat down, ignoring the unkind gaze behind him.

Song Tong bowed slightly and trotted to the side of Lingyu Sanren, and said respectfully: "Sect Elder, I have just been joined by a Grandmaster in the Scattered Martial Alliance. ”

Lingyu Sanren didn't open his eyes, but nodded slightly, as if he didn't care about Shan Wufeng's joining.

Master?

The thick and sturdy Han Lu brother behind him shrank his angry eyes slightly, and his expression was puzzled, although this big guy was dressed in tatters and sloppy, he didn't look very old, such a young grandmaster?

Brother Lu asked Song Tong who was coming back with his eyes, only to see Song Tong nodding slightly, and couldn't help but quickly dissipate the unwillingness just now.

Everyone knows that Song Tong is a person, although he looks unreliable with a smile and a bulging smile all day long, but he is really a person who doesn't lie much.

Moreover, he has recruited a lot of talents for the Sanwu Alliance over the years, and he has even won the favor of the Lingyu Sanren, so although his martial arts are not high, he is only under one person in the alliance.

Later, those who heard Song Tong's words immediately passed the news to the people around them, and the discussion started, and they questioned one after another, most of them suspected that Song Tong was fooled by the big one.

Originally, the alliance came to the grandmaster, which is a good thing, but the grandmaster in everyone's mind is a respected old man, at least he has to be middle-aged with the temperament of a grandmaster, but this stupid big man doesn't seem to be much older than himself, and it seems that he may be younger than himself, which makes people unbearable.

Everyone is rumored and believes that Ximen Annihilation is the grandmaster, there is no problem at all, who makes the family the leading genius of the Ximen family, although such a young grandmaster is surprising, but it can be understood and accepted.

You said that you are a hairy boy who appeared out of nowhere, and it seems that the hairy boy in the mountains and fields is also a grandmaster, how unpleasant it is to look at.

Song Tong ignored the discussion behind him, sat on the empty stool to the left of Shan Wufeng with a smile, and asked out loud with his chubby body slightly sideways: "Brother Shan is the first time to participate in the Huashan Sword Debate, right?" ”

"Well, it's the first time I've participated." Shan Wufeng nodded in response.

As soon as Song Tong heard Shan Wufeng's answer, he immediately increased his spirit, and said with a bright face: "Then I'll give Brother Shan a brief introduction." This Huashan Sword was originally set up by five schools and six factions, and the eleven giant trees under the several major sects were. ”

Song Tong's chubby fingers gestured to Shan Wufeng, "From left to right, the Qin family, the Huangfu family, the dancer, the Xu family, the Ximen family, the Fang family, the Baili faction, the Xinli faction, the Yufeng Hall, the Shaoyue Sword faction, the Tianmei faction, ,......"

Song Tong said the rise, but Shan Wufeng didn't listen carefully at all, just looked around, and finally saw that there were many watermelons piled up behind him, and he couldn't help but look twice.

Song Tong had been paying attention to Shan Wufeng's facial expressions, and when he saw this, he immediately shouted to the back: "Hey, brother, please throw a watermelon here." ”

A short-bearded young man in the back stretched out his hand to pick up a watermelon and shouted, "It's coming." ”

The provoked watermelon spun rapidly like a spinning top and flew towards the back of the mountain's windless head, with a sharp sound of breaking the air.

The hundred or so people behind the Sanwu Alliance all looked at the flying watermelon with a slight sneer.

The short-bearded young man's spiral palm is famous, and his efforts are strange, and he is quite difficult to deal with, even those who know the details will be caught off guard by him.

Everyone didn't expect this watermelon to fall on Shan Wufeng's head, after all, it was Song Tong who was so politely invited, even if he wasn't a grandmaster, he must have two hits on his hands.

But how is he going to pick up this watermelon?

Is it uncatchable or rotten in your hands?

Even the Zhesha Sect under the big tree next to him had many people laughing at the internal provocation of the Sanwu Alliance.

The recent sessions of the Sanwu Alliance have been too fast, and they have long made those small factions outside the five families and six factions jealous, and there is a good show to watch at this time, how can they miss it.

The watermelon came quickly, in the blink of an eye.

The stout man who had just been driven away sat still, his eyes looking at the mountain in front of him with intent.

Song Tong next to him looked at the flying watermelon with a smile, feeling proud. He has seen the fist of the mountain without wind, just so that the person behind him who is not long-sighted will take a look at his own eyes again.

Click!

The crisp sound was so subtle and abrupt in the noisy scene, and it was clearly heard by everyone in the Sanwu Alliance and some of the people of the Zhesha faction next to it.

Even the Lingyu Sanren, who was sitting at the front and closing his eyes to recuperate, moved his ears unconsciously.

All the people who admired the watermelon flying in the sky were all stunned at the stone table in front of Shan Wufeng and Song Tong at this moment, unable to speak, and the corners of many people's mouths twitched slightly.

Eight pieces of bright red watermelons are quietly and evenly distributed on the stone table in a circle, the size is exactly the same, the cutting surface is smooth and smooth, even with the sharpest knife and the most delicate technique, it cannot be cut so evenly and so well.

And this is the punch of that big guy.

Everyone was stunned.

If the mountain has no wind and punches the watermelon and sprinkles it like rain, everyone will not be surprised.

If Shan Wufeng stretched out his hand to catch the watermelon lightly, everyone would not be surprised.

is just like the movie and novel staged, so that when the watermelon approaches, it floats into the hands of Shan Wufeng like a slow motion, and everyone will not be surprised.

Now, however, how can a man's fist cut a watermelon like that?

Even the Lingyu Sect Elder may not be able to do it.

Song Tong next to him was horrified in his heart, he had just seen the domineering and unrivaled fist of the mountain without wind, but he didn't expect that what he showed now was so rigid and sharp, and he was also at the peak.

How deep is his attainment in boxing? It seems that even the Baili School's Hundred Step Divine Fist is inferior.

Who else is good at boxing on the rivers and lakes? Rao is Song Tong has many connections and is well-informed, so he can't think of it for a while.

Burst!

The short-bearded young man behind him punched a watermelon, looked at the mess all over the place in amazement, and then looked at the neat eight pieces next to Shan Wufeng, feeling full of powerlessness.

Shan Wufeng's punch shocked everyone, and everyone couldn't help but reassess this big man who looked like a wild man in the mountains.

And the people of the Sand Folding Sect showed a faint sense of vigilance, this is definitely a strong competitor.

Shan Wufeng was not interested in everyone's reaction, and Mance methodically picked up a piece of watermelon, put it to his mouth and took a small bite, and then chewed it slowly.

Everyone was shocked just now, but now it's a burst of diaphragm, such a King Kong-like rough man, why don't you go to learn from everyone to eat?!

While!

A resounding musical blow from the audience attracted everyone's attention.

Then I heard someone in the stadium excitedly shouting, "It's on!" Here we go! The beauties are out! ”

"The beauty is out!"

"Don't say it, look, the beauty is out!"