"Now it's time for us to carry out Lord Fang Mo's order, I have secretly ordered the 100,000 forbidden army to move to the four city gates of Tokyo City, our two reincarnation teams, a reincarnation team is responsible for the two city gates, from this moment on, all the warriors of Tokyo City who want to leave will be arrested."

"When necessary, you can use a bed crossbow, and no living warrior can leave."

Looking at Wang Yuyan, who had lost her soul and left, Cao Cao restrained the look of surprise on his face, and said with a slightly cold face.

Tianshan Tong and Murong Fu directly divided the victory and defeat, and Li Qiushui also defeated Gu Mozhi, however, Li Qiushui spent too much internal force to defeat Gu Mozhi, and knew that he was not the opponent of Tianshan Tong Ma, so he left the Imperial City Daqing Hall directly and hid.

Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan's strength is almost the same, plus both of them have internal injuries, under this fierce and continuous battle, both of them are churning in blood and blood, and their true qi is a little out of control, if they really fight to the end, the two may not be killed by the other party, but they will die of counterattack.

Qiao Feng and the sweeping monk are fighting fiercely, Tianshan Tong's grandmother began to recuperate, ready to shoot at any time, even if the sweeping monk wins Qiao Feng, he will continue to fight with Tianshan Tong who has recovered a certain internal strength.

Even if he is a sweeping monk at his peak, Tianshan Tong can fight with him, not to mention the sweeping monk who was dragged out by Qiao Feng.

Yue Buqun, Dongfang Undefeated and others took their reluctant eyes back, the battle was about to be won, this kind of peak battle was rare, however, they also divided the weight, knowing that after the victory and defeat, some martial arts people might leave Tokyo City.

"The main god's little assistant will transfer ten more drones to each city gate and equip them with chemical anesthetic bombs."

On the rostrum, Fang Mo also received a notice from the main god's assistant that in order to reflect the crushing strength of the relevant departments of the Imperial City Division, no martial arts person in Tokyo City could let them leave Tokyo City.

He's going to take in all these martial arts people!

"Qiao Feng, don't keep your hands!"

Looking at the struggle between Qiao Feng and the sweeping monk, Fang Mo groaned for a moment and couldn't help urging.

Qiao Feng was hit by the sweeping monk a few times and suffered a lot of injuries, but the sweeping monk was also consumed by Qiao Feng with little internal strength left, and his breath was somewhat disordered.

If this fight continues, it is difficult to predict who will win and who will lose?

"Gang Master Qiao hasn't gone all out yet?"

The martial arts people below had already been shocked by the peak battle between the sweeping monk and Qiao Feng, and their hearts were filled with huge shock.

It is really hard for them to imagine that a person's strength can reach such a state of supernatural and invincible.

"Monk, be careful!"

Qiao Feng hesitated when he heard this, snorted lightly, his pupils dilated suddenly, and a spiritual force rushed towards the sweeping monk, and then the fierce and domineering palm power slapped towards the sweeping monk again and again.

"Click!" "Click!" "Click!"

When the sweeping monk heard Fang Mo's words, he was on guard, but he didn't expect Qiao Feng to use such a strange method as spiritual power.

Under the impact of the majestic spiritual power, he only felt in a trance, and then he was hit in the chest three times by Qiao Feng's fierce palm, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken.

"Poof~"

The sweeping monk's figure exploded and retreated, and he retreated to the edge of the palace before he stopped his body, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground, his luck healing.

Qiao Feng's defense was too high, he hit Qiao Feng in the shoulder three times and once in the chest, but the other party was still alive, but his internal strength was almost exhausted by the other party, and the other party broke him nearly ten ribs with just one move.

At his age, if he continues to fight, his old life will be gone.

After seeing the sweeping monk admit defeat, Qiao Feng killed the others again, and finally successfully swept the others with the help of Tianshan Tong and Xiao Yuanshan.

Seeing this, Tianshan Tong's grandmother automatically admitted defeat, and compared with the number one in the world, she cared more about the reward that Cao Cao promised her.

"The old man also admits defeat."

Xiao Yuanshan glanced at his son in a complicated way, and also jumped from the Daqing Palace.

He felt that his son had changed, and after knowing that he was a Khitan, he accepted it very calmly, with a firm will not be disturbed by the outside world.

In this battle, Xiao Yuanshan obviously felt that his internal injuries had reached a very serious level, even if Fang Mo helped him resurrect his wife, he was afraid that it would not be long before he died, leaving his wife alone and sad at that time.

"The results of the world's No. 1 martial arts competition, Qiao Feng is the first in the world, and now the official family will issue the first prize to Qiao Feng."

"One hundred thousand taels of gold and martial arts."

Fang Mo stood up from the rostrum and announced loudly.

At the same time, Zhao Xu of Song Zhezong was holding a palm-sized token made of gold, which was written the first in the world and a rubbing of the Yijin Sutra, and at the same time, the forbidden army behind him carried ten large vermilion boxes, the boxes were not covered, and the gold was shining.

"Gollum~"

The martial arts people below watched Song Zhezong and Zhao Xu personally hand over the first token representing the world to Qiao Feng, and their eyes were full of infinite jealousy.

The title of the first in the world, the official family personally presented the award, even after thousands of years, the latecomers will remember the first place in the world's first martial arts club, Qiao Feng.

This is entirely an opportunity to leave a name in history, and it will be engraved in the history books.

"Don't be discouraged, the world's No. 1 martial arts club will be held once a year today, with the same reward."

Fang Mo's gaze swept over the blazing crowd below, and smiled slightly.

"In addition, in order to celebrate the birth of the number one in the world, the official family specially provided imperial sake tonight, so that all the people of Tokyo City can not get drunk and go home."

Fang Mo turned his head and gave Dian Wei a look, asking him to lift the high-concentration liquor of the modern world.

It's already night, and it's not suitable for large-scale operations, so that these people have a hangover at night, and they wake up dizzy the next day, and their combat effectiveness will definitely drop a lot, so as to facilitate his next actions.

Thousands of forbidden soldiers quickly brought all kinds of food and wine, looking at the people who were caught in the carnival, Fang Mo quietly left.

The lively revelry lasted for two hours before it gradually came to an end, and some of the forces had begun to return to their respective inns.

"Sweeping monks, abbots of Xuanci, eminent monks, the relevant departments of our Imperial City Division invite you to join, I don't know if you are willing?"

As soon as the sweeping monk, abbot Xuanci and others walked into the inn, they found that the situation was not right, Fang Mo, Qiao Feng, Tianshan Tong and others were sitting in the inn waiting for them, and there were some masters of the forbidden army in secret, surrounding the inn.

"Shaolin Temple is a pure land of Buddhism, not suitable for ·······"

Abbot Xuanci hesitated for a moment and spoke.

It's just that before he finished speaking, Fang Mo said, "Willing?" Or don't want to? Needless to say, the rest."

"Yes!"

Feeling the murderous intent permeating the room, Abbot Xuanci said without hesitation.

The people of Shaolin Temple have experienced a battle during the day, and there is not one in ten combat power, and, looking at the attitude of Fang Mo and others, if they don't agree, I'm afraid they won't want to get out alive today.

"Very good, since you have joined the relevant departments of the Imperial City Division, I can also tell you that there are 100,000 forbidden troops in Tokyo City, and 100,000 forbidden troops outside Tokyo City guarding the city gates, as long as they are alive, they will join the relevant departments of the Imperial City Division."

Fang Mo smiled slightly, and then Fang Mo handed over a contract to Abbot Xuan Ci to join the relevant departments of the Imperial City Division, and asked him to sign his name.

If he regrets it one day, he also has a reason to eradicate the Shaolin Temple.

Xuanci abbot, sweeping monk and others, "······".

"Abbot Xuanci and I will go with you to subdue the other sects."

Under the same method, Fang Mo quickly subdued the top martial arts forces in the Tianlong world, such as the Beggar Gang, Tianlong Temple, and Xixia Yipintang, and top masters such as Li Qiushui, Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan, and Jiu Mozhi were also forcibly subdued by Fang Mo in name.

Some of those who resisted were also arrested by the forbidden army on the spot, and they could only recover their internal strength and be sucked dry.

At the moment of dawn, in the Heavenly Dragon World, all the defenders and masters above the Innate Realm at least nominally expressed their obedience to the orders of the relevant departments of the Imperial City Division.

"Lying like a bow, standing like a pine, sitting like a clock, walking with a gust of wind·······"

In the early morning, as the music sounded with a stirring blood, the people and martial arts people of the entire Tokyo City stood up from the bed conditionally.

In just a few days, they have adapted to this melody of getting up.

"Shaolin Temple, Tianlong Temple, Beggar Gang, Xiaoyao Faction, Xixia Yipintang and other martial arts forces jointly requested to apply to join the relevant departments of the Imperial City Division, considering that most of the martial arts people who came to participate in the world's first martial arts meeting this time are martial arts heroes, chivalrous and courageous, so the relevant departments of our Imperial City Division agreed to their request."

In the crystal screen, Fang Mo had a smile on his face, and he gave a passionate speech.

"From today onwards, you are supernumerary personnel of the relevant departments of the Imperial City Division, and you belong to the Martial Alliance."

"The Martial Arts League has always represented the interests of the greatest number of heroes and heroes, always represented the direction of martial arts civilization, and always represented the supreme force of the peak of martial arts.

"I am very happy that this time you actually took the initiative to request the establishment of a martial alliance, of course, if any of you have other opinions, you can also put forward?"

Fang Mo's expression was solemn, and his tone was solemn.

Shaolin Temple, Beggars, Tianlong Temple and other forces, "·······".

What did we ask for?

Other martial arts people, "······".

Are we represented?

Have any other comments? Haven't we become one of those few enemies? Do you want to be wiped out both physically and mentally?

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