Xishan County, Raoping City.

Raoping City is the largest and most prosperous city in addition to Xishan City, and because it is different from Xishan City as the political center of a county, there is no such existence as Taishou Mansion and General Military Mansion, and the official power of Raoping City is relatively weak, and it is more loved by the three religions and nine streams, and various gangs, and martial arts people with swords and swords can be seen everywhere in the city, which is far more Jianghu atmosphere than Xishan City.

In the middle of the city, a humble tavern.

"Brother, I was at the martial arts conference at the time, and I saw with my own eyes that the man who claimed to be the Demon Sect Huaguo Mountain and the Water Curtain Cave, and the Monkey King Zhao Li rushed out like that, and killed several young masters who were competing in the ring one after another, even the Wu Lou Master of the Golden Crow Building, the Wang Sect of the Pure Yang Sword Sect, and the Kong Zheng of the Daye Temple presided over such a top master, joining forces to fight against this big demon, but they could only hold on for three hundred rounds!"

A thin gentleman of about fifty years of age, with a slightly burnt goatee, waved a folding fan, and spatted saliva everywhere.

"Lao Liu, how did you get into the martial arts conference, didn't you have to have a hero post to make it?" a high-roller who was drinking asked.

The storyteller known as Lao Liu is naturally also a person in the rivers and lakes, but he has no sect and no school, and his martial arts are mediocre.

"Each gang has a quota for bringing people into the venue, brother, I have been in the rivers and lakes for decades, don't we have a way?" The storyteller Lao Liu looked very impatient, and said: "Since you don't believe it, then I don't want to talk about this martial arts conference anymore, I'll tell you about the battle between the good and evil factions in Xiaoling Mountain twenty years ago!"

"Don't, don't, Lao Liu, you continue to talk about this martial arts conference!"

"Brother Liu, let's talk about this martial arts conference, I've heard the battle between good and evil in Xiaoling Mountain no less than 20 times..."

"Little Er, serve the wine, and give Mr. Liu another plate of golden silk cakes!"

The martial arts people in the tavern instantly became noisy, and some people hurriedly beckoned the tavern junior to order food to comfort the storyteller Lao Liu, but the questioning high-roller was scolded enough by his companions on the side, and he didn't dare to speak again for a while.

A few days ago, the martial arts conference held in Daye Temple ended in a hurry, and most of the people in the rivers and lakes didn't know what happened inside, only that the gangs participating in the meeting were not a few who collectively wore linen and filial piety that day.

The next day, the news that many top masters were killed and disabled began to spread on the rivers and lakes, including many first-class leaders and elders, and even the elders sent by the martial arts leaders such as Baiyun Palace and Jinguang Temple have fallen, and the organizer of the martial arts conference, Daye Temple, is even more miserable, I heard that all the senior monks have been swept away, and the martial arts inheritance is almost severe.

If you count those second-rate and third-rate gangs and small families, the tragic casualties of the masters of this martial arts conference far exceed the so-called "the most fierce battle between good and evil in Xiaoling Mountain in a hundred years".

But what happened at this martial arts conference and why it was so tragic, most of the martial arts people who participated in the conference were silent, and only some strange and weird words such as "Huaguo Mountain Water Curtain Cave", "Monkey King Zhao Li", "Thunder Rolling", "Immortal Body" and a series of strange and weird words circulated.

Therefore, about what happened at this martial arts conference, through the word of mouth of a group of guys on the rivers and lakes who don't know anything, but have full marks in the ability to make up stories-first of all, this basin was deducted from the head of the Demon Sect.

You can't blame the Demon Sect, after all, the shadow of the famous tree, the Demon Sect has been based on the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, and has always insisted on taking the path of the villain who kills people without blinking, and at the same time, the people in the Demon Sect also like to call themselves "Holy Sect", and more coincidentally, in addition to the sect leader, the four strongest masters in the Demon Sect are also called the "Four Great Saints"... This is really easy to associate with Zhao Li's casual "Monkey King".

Drinking the freshly brewed tea and eating a golden silk cake, the storyteller Lao Liu's anger because of being suspected was slightly subdued.

"Mr. Liu, tell us again, who is stronger when this "Monkey King Zhao Li" and the "Four Great Demon Venerables" fight?"

Some curious martial arts people raised their own questions, for XX masters and XX masters, which is more powerful in fighting, this is a topic that will never go out of style on the rivers and lakes.

"What are you fighting, ah? How can a family fight? Let me tell you, you can still talk about the "Four Great Demon Venerables" now, and in the future, it will be the "Five Great Demon Venerables"!" the storyteller Lao Liu poured another sip of wine, and then shook his head and said.

"The Five Great Demon Venerables?" The high-rollers in the tavern are all looking at each other, the original "Four Demon Venerables" are already terrible existences in the rivers and lakes that make people smell and change color, and can stop children crying at night, the Demon Sect can stand on the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, and resist the Jinguang Temple and Baiyun Palace with one strength, forming the momentum of the Three Kingdoms, and at the same time resisting the suppression of the government, mainly relying on super force.

No one knows how strong the martial arts of the Demon Sect Leader are, but the strength of the Four Great Demon Venerables is well known, and many first-class sect leaders and sect masters have been defeated under the hands of the Four Great Demon Venerables, and this level of master, whether it is one more or less, will greatly disrupt the fragile balance on the rivers and lakes.

"The rivers and lakes are going to be unpeaceful again..." Lao Liu, a storyteller, put on an expression on his face that had gone through vicissitudes, and at the same time let out a sigh.

"Mr. Liu, what does this Monkey King Zhao Li look like?" someone asked Liu Shuoshu a new question.

"Good question!" The storyteller Lao Liu slapped the folding fan again, and couldn't help but raise his voice: "This Zhao Lineng is known as the Monkey King, and his appearance is naturally very different from ordinary people, this Zhao Liguang is ten feet away from his height, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a pair of eyes as big as a copper bell, just a glance can scare people to death, his arms are thicker than ordinary people's waists, and his fists are clenched, I am afraid that it is bigger than the iron pot of the store to cook vegetables, and his strength is even more known as the strength to pull out the mountains and cover the world, if not, how can he be in the martial arts conference..."

Of course, this storyteller Lao Liu is not qualified to participate in the martial arts conference, and no one will take him in to see the world, and the appearance of "Zhao Li, the new saint of the Demon Sect", is impossible to talk about, but this does not prevent Lao Liu from blowing it to everyone.

Lao Liu's description now is what he thinks a Demon Sect super master should look like - and he also exaggerated greatly, according to the usual situation, when he said something like ten feet tall, someone would always jump out and refute, saying how could someone be so tall or something, but what Lao Liu expected was that today, all the drinkers kept quiet...

The more the storyteller Lao Liu spoke, the more he felt that something was wrong, because he found that all the drinkers were keeping a dull expression, looking behind him—that was the direction of the tavern door.

Lao Liu couldn't help but turn his head and look behind strangely...

Bang Bang –

Just at a glance, Lao Liu was so shocked that he directly dropped the folding fan to the ground.