Among the Golden Towers.

As soon as the young Taoist in the black and white Taoist robe stepped in, the audience immediately fell silent.

At this moment, everyone was inducted.

As if he knew that a man had appeared at the door, he looked up and saw him.

Just one step towards the twenty-one seats in the center of the Golden Building attracted the attention of everyone present.

Taijimen Young Yang Ye's heart jumped:

"The Lord has finally arrived."

The head of Chen's Taiji Sect also looked pale:

"This is the man who gave us the word three days ago? So young! ”

Liu Baiqi, Zhang Ce, Liang Kun, Huang Feihong, Su Can, Mr. Zan, Chen Huashun, Peng Qianwu, and other masters of the northern and southern martial arts all stood up.

"Is that the Taoist who transmitted the sound?"

"So young!"

Even after three days, many of them still can't understand how Chen Xixiang managed to transmit sound into the house, and the person is not outside the house, which is too unbelievable.

The Taoist approached the seat, his skin was delicate, like jade, exuding a faint luster, he looked at all the masters present, and said slowly:

"Three days ago, Poor Dao personally invited eighteen martial arts sects, and no one was absent today, and everyone is finally willing to give Poor Dao this face."

There are twenty-one people in this seat today.

Except for Chen Xixiang, Li Cunyi, and Gong Baotian, the eighteen were all invited to Foshan by Li Cunyi from the northern and southern martial arts for a year.

Mr. Zan stood up and said with a slight bow:

"It turns out that the only person who heard it three days ago was the real person, and today the real person is in person, and we are all here, what does the real person want to do, it's better to say it bluntly."

He was not lightly shocked by Chen Xixiang three days ago, so between his words, there was some respect and awe.

And Peng Qianwu, the head of another Taiji sect on the seat, twisted his beard and looked at Chen Xixiang with a slight indifferent smile in his eyes.

Especially at this time, he also glanced at his apprentice Zhao Xinchuan.

Originally, he didn't expect Zhao Xinchuan to bring him back such a big gift, which explained that he had unbelievably obtained kung fu practice and realm, which made him have a little change in his view of his apprentice.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xinchuan was very honest and actually told him that what he got back to himself was only a copy, and the original was handed over to a real person from the Daomen who saved his life.

This is the person of today!

After Mr. Zan spoke, the young Yang Ye of the Yang-style Taiji Gate also slowly took a sip of tea and said: "Today's real people invited the world's masters, for what, if you are present, you should also know that the martial arts in the north and south of the world have always had deep grievances, especially after I waited in Foshan, there were more fights and killings of disciples of several sects, and finally had to bring out the old generation. ”

Originally, there were sects in Taijimen.

Peng, Chen, and Yang did not accept anyone, and they all said that they were Tai Chi orthodox and had accumulated serious grievances.

After Ip Man and Wu Zhongsu saw that all the big names were present, they had already begun to get down to business and talked about today's business.

Immediately afterwards, they looked expectantly at the young Taoist who was questioned by several heads of the family, and only heard him sigh slowly:

"I invited all of you here today, and most of you know some of the reasons."

"One is that the demon fist is waiting for an opportunity to counterattack the martial arts, and the threat is outside, my senior brother Li Cunyi took the initiative to mention the 'Northern Fist South Transmission', wanting to eliminate the gap between the north and the south, and for the sake of future generations, he proposed to establish a 'Chinese Guoshu Museum', and wanted to let the major masters of the northern and southern factions join in and cultivate more outstanding juniors, so as to maintain the inheritance of each faction."

"The second is that after Poor Dao came to Foshan, he saw the idea of a demon fist in order to destroy the integration of the northern and southern martial arts, incarnated as a spy and sow discord in it."

"In the view of the poor road, the grievances between the north and the south of the martial arts come from the world's division between the north and the south of the martial arts, just because the land is divided into the north and the south, and the fist is also divided into the north and the south, and the people are also divided into the north and the south, which is actually the source of all disasters."

"In ancient times, the general trend has always been that if you are united, you will be equal, and if you are divided, you will be chaotic, and today Poor Dao plans to join you to go directly to this division between north and south."

After hearing this.

The heads of the various fists were silent.

Just one sentence?

Gong Er silently stared at the young Taoist below from behind the screen.

Liu Bai Ape sat on the spot with his chest crossed, pushed his sunglasses, and asked calmly:

"Go? How are you going to get there? ”

At this time, Li Cunyi and Gong Baotian's hearts were slightly nervous, and just waiting for Chen Xixiang's next words to come out, it would inevitably cause a large commotion in the audience.

Chen Xixiang turned to look at Liu Baia, and said with his hand: "As the saying goes, there is a head for injustice, there is a debtor, and the hatred and hatred of the various major sects of the martial arts are indeed not people of this generation, but I don't know how many generations ago, little by little, retribution, generation after generation......"

"Today, Poor Dao might as well give you a word directly, for the unification of the northern and southern martial arts, the grievances and hatred between your sects and teachers will be picked up by Poor Dao alone."

"It's in the golden building today."

Chen Xixiang's eyes swept over everyone present one by one, and his voice was cold:

"No matter what resentment you had against each other today, today, you can regard the poor way as a person who has made enemies with you, and I will take his grudges for the one of them, and all the grievances will be resolved for you one by one today, by the hands of the poor road......

As soon as these words came out, suddenly, I don't know how many people in the Golden Building felt a brutal domineering spirit from this young Taoist.

"This!"

"What a big breath!"

"Is this going to be one person to pick all the masters in the world?"

This means that all hatred can be put on him, and whoever wants revenge today can come to him, and if you can kill him, it will be regarded as revenge? If not, you have to listen to him and resolve the grudge. ”

seats.

Liu Baiqi looked at Chen Xixiang and whispered to himself: "Kicking over the waves of the world with both feet, shouldering the sorrows of the past and the present, what a real person, not to mention whether you can do it, this pride is really admirable." ”

There are eternal grievances in the martial arts, and some don't know how many generations have lasted.

For example, Chen and Yang Taijimen, this is the grievance of the previous generation, because Taiji Yang Luchan set up his own portal and created Yang's Taiji, which caused Chenjiagou Taiji to be dissatisfied, so when walking outside, Chen and Yang have not dealt with each other.

For example, Tieqiao San, Huang Qiying and others, who were born in the Ten Tigers of Guangdong, have innate and irresolvable sectarian grievances with the martial artists from Songshan North Shaolin because of many apprentices in South Shaolin, Putian.

The grievances between these sects are simply a mess, even if the saints are alive, it is impossible to figure out who was right and who was wrong dozens of hundreds of years ago, and most of the martial arts people are fighting for will.

often for a trivial matter, or be disgraced, and then hide in the mountains and forests to practice kung fu, and then regain face.

That's how too many resentments arise.

Right now.

This young Taoist intends to provoke this eternal martial arts grudge on his shoulders, and use the simplest and most brutal way to directly resolve him.

Chen Xixiang stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, his eyes fell on the twenty masters of the northern and southern martial arts who were present today, and said:

"After the poor Taoist talk, I think it's better to start with Tai Chi Gate first."

Suddenly, all the masters of the northern and southern martial arts in the hall, as well as the people of the junior generation such as Ip Man and Gong Er, all looked at the people of the three Taiji Sects.

Peng Qianwu's eyes lit up between Chen Wuhou and Young Yang Ye.

But the next moment, he stood up, touched his beard, and smiled at Chen Xixiang:

"The matter of Chen Yang's two Taiji sects fighting for orthodoxy has nothing to do with my Peng family, the old man really doesn't mind the name orthodoxy can be given to anyone, but the old man minds one thing very much, that is, not everyone can take the things of my Peng family."

"Since you really want to resolve grievances, then you might as well take out the things of my Peng family first and return them to the old man."

When he opened his mouth, the others were confused.

Did Chen Xixiang take something from the Peng family's Taiji Gate?

Zhao Xinchuan's face on the side changed quickly, and he immediately said: "Master, that secret book is not from our door, it is the disciple's harvest outside, because the real person saved ......"

Before he finished speaking, Peng Qianwu's cold eyes turned around and stared at him, and sneered: "Okay, I really raised a good apprentice......

Zhao Xinchuan's heart immediately jumped, realizing that he was in this public and bluntly disobeyed his master.

"Get out of the way!"

Peng Qianwu drank coldly, and turned his head to look at Chen Xixiang: "Before you resolve the grievances of other sects, let's settle accounts with the old man first, according to what you said, if you lose, you will obediently return the real secret book to the old man." ”

He was overjoyed when he first saw Tang Zichen's handwriting presented by Zhao Xinchuan, but then learned that this was actually a copy given to him by Zhao Xinchuan, and the original was given to another person by Zhao Xinchuan.

Peng Qianwu was already suspicious, so he subconsciously suspected that the book he got did not fully describe all the contents of the secret book.

Today, since I have met the Lord.

Peng Qianwu was already regarded as the study of heaven and man in Tang Zichen's handwritings, and his greed was completely uncontrollable, and he wanted to get "more", so he decided that Chen Xixiang had "more" in his hands.

Peng Qianwu said, he turned around and glanced at the young man beside him, and said:

"Let's take back our Peng family's things with my father."

The young man straightened his body and said lightly: "Yes." ”

At that moment, these two people all walked towards Chen Xixiang.

Wan Laisheng, who came from the south, saw that the young man followed Peng Qianwu out, as if he was going to go into battle with father and son, and his eyes were solemn:

"This young man is Peng Qianwu's seventh son."

Peng's Taiji Gate is different from Chenjiagou, it was created by an ancestor named Peng Xiaowen, and by Peng Qianwu's generation, it was already the sixth generation.

In this generation, the Peng family has produced a genius comparable to Peng Xiaowen, realm kung fu, already holding Dan, comparable to Wan Laisheng himself and Li Cunyi, Gong Baotian and others present, but unfortunately he was born to Peng Qianwu and a woman of different races, and the Peng family, which has strict family rules, cannot inherit orthodoxy.

Some of the people in the small print have not heard of it.

But Mr. Ruzan, Liang Kun, Huang Feihong, Liu Baiyu and other masters have all heard of the genius of the Peng family.

The young man followed his father Peng Qianwu out of the seat, stared at Chen Xixiang, and said slowly:

"Martial arts practice, the higher the kung fu, the more difficult it is to defeat the four hands with two fists, the higher the realm, after all, everyone is human, even if I cultivate Danjin, at most I will be undefeated against three masters of transformation at the same time, and Sun Lutang's record is only one to five masters of transformation during the Danjin period."

"It's very unfair to you that I'm fighting you at the same time as my father today, but there's nothing I can do."

After saying that, he made a gesture to Chen Xixiang.

"What are you doing with so much nonsense, take back our things."

Peng Qianwu scoffed at his son's actions, sneered, and spun under his feet.

Crash!

Suddenly, in the golden building, there was actually a wind current, spreading around his feet.

Peng Qianwu moved suddenly.

Liu Bai Ape's eyes under the sunglasses were closed, he sensed it with his ears, and said in his heart: "Peng Qianwu is the head, in terms of cultivation, he is definitely comparable to Chen Wuhou, the lord of Chenjiagou. ”

At the same time, Peng Qizi's body followed closely behind his father, and he moved in an instant.

Rumble!

There seems to be thunder in the air!

The moment Peng Qizi was energetic, his waist and hips were round, and he was the most perfect Danjin posture, and it suddenly seemed to be like the point opened up by Hongmeng.

With one hand, the air waves were roaring, directly flying off many dishes and chopsticks on the table, making them make a clicking sound.

Under the vigorous power caused by Peng Qizi's shot at this moment.

Ryazan and Huang Feihong were awe-inspiring in their hearts.

"There are really more boxing geniuses in the north, this Taijimen young man, at a young age, has refined Dan Jin, which is more powerful than Li Cunyi and Gong Baotian when they were young."

"Father and son shot together, I'm afraid there are not many people in the world who can take this trick."

However, Chen Xi, who was in the center of the attack, was wearing a wide robe at this moment, and was hunting by two whistling winds.

His hands drooped under his sleeves, and in the face of these two attacks, his eyes lowered, and then ...... Raise your hand.

one time

Two clicks.

It's just two clicks.

Bang!

Peng Qianwu's eyes bulged out, his forehead was crawling with green tendons, his mouth was wide open, blood and spit pulled out of his sight, and he only touched Chen Xixiang's within a foot of it, and then he flew out and was directly embedded in a wall.

Rumble!

Peng Qizi raised his head and spurted blood, only to see a sleeve robe thrown over, as if everything between heaven and earth waved towards him, like the mountains falling, like the great force of the collapse of the four poles.

Dan Jin cultivated.

It's just a moment.

Peng Qizi's eyes were numb, and he was knocked off and hung on the beam of the roof of the Golden Building, and the terrifying impact fell there, causing the sawdust and dust to burst like snow.

In an instant, there were only two waves of his hand, one Dan Jin, and the other Hua Jin, just like two scarecrows, flew out.

There was a dead silence for everyone present.

Seeing this, Peng Qianwu and his son shot at Chen Xixiang, but in the blink of an eye, they were beaten upside down by one person and flew out, one hung on the wall, and the other hung on the beam.

Whew!

In another second, the exhalation wave caused by Chen Xixiang's action spread out of the air like ripples on the surface of the lake, and finally hit the eight closed wooden doors of the Golden Tower, making it seem to be swept away by an air tsunami, violently shaking.

Even on the street outside the Golden Building, I felt the whole building tremble at that moment just now.