Wang Yuan was very depressed, and beat Gu San, a master of the Wudang Sect, but he forgot to show his name, so he couldn't increase his reputation at all.

Besides, Gu San was beaten by himself, and he received a few slaps in the face, he probably didn't want to publicize his troubles, the biggest possibility was that Gu San didn't say anything, no one knew how powerful he was.

I still have to find another way to increase the prestige of the sect.

"Twelve, what about the invitation sent to us by Huashan?"

Wang Yuan asked for an invitation to Twelve.

The news that Zhou Tong came back from the investigation showed that this martial arts conference was very important, in order to encircle and suppress the Demon Sect, it must be the masters of the major factions, and everyone would definitely participate in the martial arts conference by the way, so there will definitely be a lot of people participating in the martial arts conference.

That's all prestige.

Twelve took the invitation and handed it to Wang Yuan.

Tang Xin, who was next to him, had sharp eyes, saw the handwriting on the invitation, and said in surprise.

"Black post!"

"Miss Tang Xin knows this invitation?"

Wang Yuan took the post, looked at Tang Xin strangely, and looked at Tang Xin's expression, obviously this post is not a good thing.

Tang Xin glanced at Wang Yuan strangely, your martial arts are so high, don't you know that Hei Ti is too lonely and unheard.

"The black post is a post sent by the Huashan faction to the enemy to humiliate them, take the black post, and dare to come to the martial arts conference, either surrender to the Huashan faction, or be the enemy of the Huashan faction, and the martial arts conference will be the first to be challenged."

"And this feature."

Wang Yuan looked surprised, Nima This is a good thing tailored for himself, with him, at the martial arts conference, the Huashan faction was the first to challenge himself, and he repeatedly divided five by two to solve the people of the Huashan faction, and it would be difficult to think of being famous at that time.

The twelve faces next to him were worried.

"Senior brother in charge, this post is ......, let's go, don't participate in the martial arts conference."

Tang Ning snorted in his nostrils, his tone full of unhappiness.

"What about the Huashan faction's challenge, let's just fight back one by one, that bullshit Gu San is not the opponent of the senior brother of the head of the family, who else will be the opponent of the junior brother, with him pressing the formation, who are we afraid of."

Tang Xin next to him expressed dissatisfaction.

"Even if he can stop Gu San and then stop the Shaolin Great Compassion Monk, then what about the other six major sect masters, no one will stop them, right? You're going to die. ”

"The martial arts conference is not a group fight conference, I really think this is the killing celebration of your demon sect."

Zhou Tong mocked Tang Xin and said, a demon saint girl, what is the blind comparison here, the head of the sect is also, it has something to do with the demon saint girl, the sect is very dangerous, if it is discovered and becomes the target of the public, it will be over.

Da Niu defended Tang Xin.

"Miss Tang Xin is for our good, and she doesn't want anything from us."

"Da Niu, you are stupid, why don't you want us to do anything, she wants to beg the head to save her father."

Li Gen next to him looked mocking.

"Don't say it, go to the martial arts conference in a few days, well, Tang Xin, you go too."

Wang Yuan waved his hand.

A few days later, at the venue of the martial arts conference, the Huashan faction manor, the sword qi swept into the sky

Feng Ping, the head of the Huashan faction, presided over the meeting, and the Taishang Elder Feng Mofeng was in charge, and the heads of the major factions were present, the Taishang Elder, and the Taishang Elder of the Wudang faction, Mr. Gu San, was sitting proudly, and outside, there were people from various martial arts factions who were entering.

Feng Ping talked about it.

"Last time, the Wudang faction joined forces with the beggar gang to break the Demon Sect's Bright Array and kill Fan Li, the left envoy of the Demon Sect's Brightness, which can be regarded as accumulating great merit, and he should be the leader of this martial arts conference."

Feng Ping spoke at a very high level, praising the merits of the two factions, but he did not say who had the greatest credit, and clearly wanted to push Wudang and the beggar gang to fight in the ring.

Li Siyuan, the leader of the beggar gang, really hit the plan, and took the credit for himself as soon as he opened his mouth.

"What the head of Feng said is polite, on the day of the extermination of Fan Li, my beggar gang suffered heavy losses, the six bags of elder Li Jiuzhuo was seriously injured, and several halls under his jurisdiction were almost wiped out, and our beggar gang in Suzhong almost lost everything."

Li Jiuzhuo, who was drinking tea with Erlang's legs crossed next to him, hurriedly lay down on the chair, pretending to be weak, as if he had been in good health dozens of times last night.

"This martial arts alliance leader belongs to my beggar gang, and he deserves it."

Li Siyuan spat and spoke, and then his tone changed, looking like the leader of the martial arts alliance would not tolerate it if he didn't give me a beggar.

Gu Zhutong, the head of Wudang, didn't agree, and as soon as he slapped the table, he was about to stand up and argue. Gu San, the Taishang Elder of the Wudang Sect next to him, suddenly made a move and pressed him on the shoulder.

Gu Zhutong's face froze, and he turned his head to look at Mr. Gu San, and saw that his master shook his head at himself imperceptibly.

"Haha, that's a big mosquito."

Gu Zhutong laughed, found a round for himself, and sat down peacefully in the stunned eyes of everyone, and asked Mr. Gu San in a low voice.

"Master, what happened, since you came back from a coma that day, you have refused to say anything, what happened?"

Gu Zhutong felt very aggrieved, Li Siyuan's bastard rode on his head and shit, he only injured a few people in the beggar gang that day, and how much he contributed!

Li Jiuzhuo's fart was not injured, the people who died under his men were still killed during the siege of the Demon Sect Holy Maiden, and they had nothing to do with the destruction of Fan Li.

Gu San shook his head and didn't speak, but his eyes stared directly at the dense crowd outside.

Feng Ping saw that Gu Zhutong was not fooled, this martial arts alliance really fell on Li Siyuan, that was not his original intention.

"Beggars ......"

A new round of rip-offs has begun.

Outside the Sword Qi Rushing Hall, Wang Yuan was sitting in the crowd, next to Tang Ning's group of people, Tang Xin was wearing a veil, hiding between the Fourteen and Da Niu.

Tang Xin has been with everyone in Tianmen for a few days, and he feels that everyone is very different, although the fourteenth holding the rabbit looks harmless to humans and animals, but the whole person looks foggy, and she can't see her appearance clearly at all.

The big cow is tall and fat, and he hides next to him, just like a dwarf.

The head Wang Yuan is even more strange, the gods are chattering, he didn't hurry to Huashan to send away the relationship after taking the black post, he really came to attend the conference, he told him many times with his bitter heart, the black post will be targeted, he just doesn't believe it.

"Zheng"

The sound of Qingyue's metal crashing sounded, instantly overshadowing all the noise in the field and attracting everyone's attention.

On the central martial arts platform, several Huashan disciples gathered sword formations, long swords contended, and the sound was clear and endless.

Feng Ping's figure was fluttering, and he fell lightly on the stage, and the sleeves of his robe flew up, and his momentum was outstanding.

"Welcome to this martial arts conference, the goal of this conference is to elect the leader of this year's martial arts alliance and take charge of the Shenyue Overlord Order."

There was a roaring cheer from the audience, and the martial arts conference was finally about to start.

"I declare, the contest begins."

After Feng Ping announced, his figure flickered, appeared under the martial arts stage, and turned around and entered the Sword Qi Soaring Hall.

Several Huashan sect disciples jumped on the martial platform, led by the fifth layer of the forging body, who seemed to be an elder, and said in a very arrogant tone.

"The purpose of the competition, just win or lose, regardless of life and death, all the young heroes of all sects and factions, no sect and no faction, can participate. There is only one rule for this session, and the one who can stick to it to the end is the leader of the martial arts alliance. ”

The dispute in the sword qi Chongxiao Hall did not come to a conclusion, the Wudang faction did not speak, the Shaolin Temple still pretended to be a turtle with a shrunken head, the Mingjiao is the Demon Sect and everyone is shouting and beating now, the wall grass of Shuiyue Nunnery, and the Huashan faction and the beggar gang are arguing.

The discussion of the six major factions could not achieve results, so they had to compete to determine the belonging.

In the position of the Wudang faction, Gu Zhutong looked depressed, he really didn't know what was wrong with Shizun, he just didn't speak. Now it's the competition for the ownership of the martial arts alliance leader, and it's about the ownership of the Shenyue Overlord Order, a divine skill.

"Master, I'm going to arrange for my disciples to participate in the battle for the Divine Yue Overlord Order, do you have anything to order?"

Gu San shook his head and still didn't speak.

Gu Zhutong was almost mad, and it was not possible to arrange for his disciples to participate in the battle, what is wrong with Shizun, how many years, he has not interfered in the affairs of the sect, what is wrong with him today, without saying a word.

Gu San glanced at Wang Yuan in the crowd, and glared at Gu Zhutong, the stinky boy doesn't know what kind of martial arts he is competing, this time the sect that took the black post has peerless masters, and how many disciples Wudang has produced are all given for nothing.