"Patriarch Lao, I have been fortunate to come from afar. Monk Kongzhi took a heroic post and clapped his hands at the group of people in front of him and said.

"Haha, where is it, it is also a blessing for us to receive a hero post to participate in the martial arts conference, but it is the hard work of Master Kongzhi at this door. "The chief of the Lao clan was an old man of about sixty years, with half gray hair, but still in good spirits, and was surrounded by four or five young men and women.

"The chief of the Lao clan is serious, by the way, can these young heroes introduce the little monk? There are important contents to discuss at this martial arts conference, and idle people are not allowed to enter, and I hope that the chief of the Lao clan will forgive me. Monk Kongzhi turned his gaze to the few people around the head of Lao.

"It should be, it should be. In fact, this Kongzhi monk is only in his forties, but the patriarch Lao looks extremely polite and cooperative, and he doesn't dare to take the shelf at all - after all, the patriarch Lao is just the patriarch of a third-rate small family on the rivers and lakes, and he can't compare with the Daye Temple backed by Jinguang Temple, so he simply introduced them to the other party one by one: "This is my little daughter, this is my eldest disciple, this is the third child of my disciple... As for this—"

Patriarch Lao introduced several people around him one by one, and when he introduced the last person, he was a little stunned.

"Master Kongzhi, this is my senior brother when I was studying art in Baiyun Palace, and I came together when I met him on the road. The daughter of the patriarch of Lao said at this time, a third-rate martial arts family like the Lao family often sends their children to Baiyun Palace and Jinguang Temple as lay disciples, on the one hand, they can have a little relationship with each other, and on the other hand, they can indeed learn more things.

The daughter of the patriarch of Lao looks about middle-aged, and she looks quite bright and moving, but there seems to be some sadness between her eyebrows, which makes people feel distressed in her eyes.

"What do you call this brother, is there a hero post?" Master Kongzhi set his eyes on the man at the end.

The middle-aged man standing in the ranks of the Lao family showed a wry smile on his face, arched his hand to the monk of Kongzhi and said: "Yu Xinhou, the head of the Xiayuan Wei Dart Bureau, has never received a hero post. ”

"Yuanwei Dart Bureau?" Monk Kongzhi frowned, and said strangely: "I have also heard of the name of Master Yu, but I heard that most of the dart games in Xishan City have been destroyed, how..."

"The Yuanwei Dart Game has indeed been destroyed, and I am the only one left. Yu Xinhou silently took over.

Monk Kongzhi stared at Yu Xinhou for a moment, and then said, "Since there is Miss Lao Jia's testimony, Master Yu will go in together." ”

"Then thank you Master Kongzhi!" said to the monk Kongzhi, and took the lead into the Daye Temple, and the disciples of the Lao family followed one after another.

"Master, has there ever been a long-armed man who is about eleven feet tall?" Yu Xinhou couldn't help but ask out loud when he passed by this empty wisdom monk, after all, according to Zhao Li's speed, I am afraid that he should have arrived at Daye Temple a long time ago.

"Eleven feet tall?" Monk Kongzhi couldn't help but laugh out loud: "When did such a giant appear on the rivers and lakes, I have never heard of it. ”

"Excuse me. Yu Xinhou didn't say much, sighed, turned his head and looked around, guessing in his heart that Zhao Li might be hiding somewhere in the surrounding forest.

"Brother Zhao, you came to the martial arts conference this time, don't affect the innocent..." Yu Xinhou glanced at Miss Lao who was walking in front, and thought with some apprehension in his heart.

When he made up his mind to retire to the rivers and lakes, he met Miss Lao who came to participate in the martial arts conference halfway, which was a gift from heaven to Yu Xinhou.

When he was studying art in Baiyun Palace, Yu Xinhou was just a hairy boy, and Miss Lao was a yellow-haired girl, and the acquaintance between the two was also a childhood sweetheart.

But whether it's because Mr. Yu was young, or because of the reason why the door is right is not easy to say, in short, since the end of the school, the two have not seen each other for more than ten years, this time Mr. Yu dart head met Miss Lao Jia who was moved when he was young halfway, I have to say that it is fate - especially Miss Lao's husband just died in the battle between the rivers and lakes not long ago...

Inside the temple of Daeje.

More than a dozen people in tattered clothes and beggar-like appearances were quite respected by the people around them.

These people are naturally disciples of the beggar gang, Zheng Gong, a small white-collar worker, and Zhang Xiaozhuo, a high school student, are also impressively listed, and the leader of the team is the leader of the beggar gang and the two elders - this is also the welfare of the big gang, generally the small family only allows a few people to enter, but the big gang is different.

"Those few are from the Saibei Saber Gang, and they are immediately swordsmanship, but in this martial arts conference, horses cannot be used, and the sword skills alone are not to be feared. ”

"Those wearing pale cyan robes are the disciples of the White Cloud Palace, uh, if you face them, keep a normal heart, no matter whether you win or lose, you can play your best well. ”

The gray-haired Great Elder of the Beggar Gang introduced the various gangs and factions gathered in Daye Temple to Zheng Gong and Zhang Xiaozhuo, the two beloved disciples.

"Although our beggar gang is a big gang in the rivers and lakes, but in previous years, when we participated in this kind of competition of young disciples, even if Baiyun Palace and Jinguang Temple are not counted, we may not be able to enter the top ten, but you two are very good, this time I hope you can win glory for the beggar gang. The Great Elder finally said earnestly.

"Yes, Master. Zheng Gong, a little white-collar worker, and Zhang Xiaozhuo, a high school student, nodded very obediently.

According to Zheng Gong and Zhang Xiaozhuo's plan, their goal is far more than just entering the top ten - their goal is at least the top three, according to their experience in walking the rivers and lakes for more than a month, their strength is already considered to be the best among the young disciples, at least in the beggar gang, those who are younger than them or their peers are not as young as them, and those who can fight are not as young as them.

This is still not using external force, relying solely on the strength of martial arts - of course, among them, the "Death Reaper's Feedback" has made a great effort, and nine members of the Death Reincarnation Space have died so far, and the physical attribute enhancement of the remaining team members has increased by 45%, even if he was originally a second-rate martial arts person, he can at least become a quasi-first-class master with this shareholder wind.

Anyway, in fact, the current Beggar Gang duo is indeed very good, if Zheng Gong takes out his hidden hole card "Desert Eagle" or uses some enhancement props for the reward of the Death Cycle space, even if it is a battle with some old people, it is completely okay.

"Xiao Zhuo, let's show our talents in this martial arts conference!" Zheng Gong, a little white-collar worker, said to his companions in private.

"En!" Zhang Xiaozhuo, who had suffered a lot of setbacks, was also full of light in his eyes at this time - the rise in strength always made people full of confidence in this mystery.