The palace was opened in nine days, and all the nations were crowned with crowns.

Once upon a time, Chang'an was not only the center of ancient China, but also the center of the whole world. The majestic city walls, the vicissitudes of the temple towers, the rows of courtyards and attics, the prosperous and noisy streets, and the flow of people.

Today, that's all a thing of the past.

Dilapidation and decay are the only features of this city.

However, Chang'an is Chang'an after all, and it is still one of the most prosperous and lively cities in the north.

Lu Heng rode into Chang'an, and as soon as he entered the city gate, the noise of the hustle and bustle immediately came to his face.

When the pedestrians saw Lu Heng dressed like a savage, they covered their noses and sideways glances and dodged. So the originally crowded streets, he walked unimpeded.

Walking all the way to an inn, Lu Heng threw a dime of silver to the shopkeeper, let him open the upper room, and buy new clothes. After washing up, shaving and bunching his hair, and putting on new clothes, Lu Heng looked at the personable turbidity prince in the bronze mirror appreciatively for a long time, and then nodded with satisfaction and went out.

As soon as he got downstairs, he saw that many people in the inn were running out, Lu Hengben didn't take it seriously, he was not interested in watching the excitement, but the conversation between the two people from the rivers and lakes floated to his ears, and the words "Zhou Siwei" were actually mentioned in the words, which immediately attracted his attention.

With Lu Heng's current martial arts realm, as long as he wants to, within a radius of three zhang, all the wind and grass will not be able to hide his perception.

He just listened intently for a while, and the conversation of everyone around him was in his ears.

After listening to it, Lu Heng was amazed, not to mention, today's excitement really has a lot to do with him.

To be precise, today's Chang'an "gathers of heroes", many famous "heroes of the rivers and lakes" in the four towns and eighteen villages of Chang'an, as well as "highly respected" martial arts seniors attended together, and held the third "Demon Punishment Conference" to jointly denounce the martial arts demon fist Zhou Siwei.

Since Lu Heng spread the news of the chaos of the martial arts with multiple versions of Morone's martial arts, the "Demon Punishment Conference", "Reverse Week Conference", "Killing Zhou Conference", "Demon Destroying Alliance Conference" and so on have been frequently held in various parts of the Ming Dynasty, with meetings with the main content of condemning Zhou Siwei.

Most of these people who participated in the meeting were small sects and individual visitors in the martial arts, and they didn't know Lu Heng and had never been masked. However, in order to uphold justice and fight evil, they gathered from all over the world to chant slogans and express their determination for a common ideal and goal.

What kind of spirit is this?

This is the iron-clad spirit of martial arts, which is a dedication that is both self-interested and beneficial!

It can be seen that people's hearts are still kind, just, and full of positive energy.

The convening of the third demon killing conference in Chang'an City is to make heroes from all walks of life such as Baqiao Township, Lintong Town, and Yanta Village form an alliance, think in one place, and work hard in one place to jointly fight against the demon fist Zhou Siwei.

Lu Heng learned a general idea through the words of martial arts people in the past, and couldn't help laughing.

Originally, he didn't plan to go, but when he heard that the leader of the "Iron Head Gang" in Lintong Town, the respected Song Laosan's seniors, actually invited two senior masters who had cultivated fake Moroneigong to come, and Zhao Dezhu, the master of the "Iron Spear Gate" in Baqiao Township, also invited the nobles of Huashan Fire Palace to escort this conference through his relationship, Lu Heng suddenly changed his mind and decided to go to take a look.

The meeting was held in the backyard of the largest mutton steamed bun restaurant in Xicheng - "Lao Sun's Mutton Pickle".

When Lu Heng arrived, the two farmers who knew the guests at the door told Lu Heng that if they wanted to enter the venue, they had to pay 30 yuan of card money, and if they entered with the card, they could get a bowl of mutton steamed buns for free.

At the same time as Lu Heng entered the field, a young man with an iron fork was kicked out and scolded: "What kind of hero does you have no money?" ”

When I entered the backyard, it was bustling with activity. More than a hundred tables were full, and even the courtyard walls were full of people.

Why squat?

Because one of them was holding a bowl of mutton steamed buns in his hand, and he was snoring and eating it deliciously.

Lu Heng already had the urge to hide his face and leave, he shouldn't have come in just now!

What the hell is this?

If it was rumored that his dignified martial arts demon actually hid his identity to participate in this kind of meeting, wouldn't he immediately become the laughing stock of the whole martial arts?

However, sensing that behind the high platform built directly south of the courtyard, there were two auras with characteristics that Lu Heng was very familiar with, so he turned a little pale, and decided to leave immediately after captive someone.

At this moment, a dirty hand came to him with a bowl of mutton steamed buns, and his black nails reached into the soup.

"Get the steamed bun with the brand!" The little old man who served the bowl had a very bad attitude.

Lu Heng shook his head: "I don't eat it." ”

"Don't eat?" The old man glared and stretched out his hand. "If you don't eat it, you have to give me the brand, and you still have to use it at the fourth conference!"

“……”

At this time, the seniors after the high platform are ready to take the stage.

Before coming to the stage, an old man with small eyes with a beard and eight characters said to the two people with unique breaths that Lu Heng was concerned about: "Don't talk about how powerful the magic fist is like last time in Fengxiang County, what if you scare people away?" Look, thousands of people, 30 yuan per person, how much is this? Can you divide it into two, and don't you live or die? ”

The two who heard this glanced at each other, and they both found the grievance and helplessness in each other's eyes.

They were also the kings of Wuthering Heights and Forests, and they once entered the army of Dongchang, and captured hundreds of households in Dongchang in front of the Demon Fist in exchange for peerless internal strength.

But who would have thought that after practicing good internal skills, the meridians would be broken and he would become a waste, and now he has to rely on such humiliating means to make a living.

"Where's Song Laosan?" After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and asked again.

When it comes to this Song Laosan, the two of them are even more angry!

said that he invited a noble person from the Agni Palace, but after asking carefully, it was a back kitchen cutter in the Agni Palace!

This cutter really thinks he is a nobleman, and he raises the nostrils of the two of them high, and how a "young man" is.

With such a look, the two of them used to be a knife at all!

"Brother, after this vote, let's stop it, it's too embarrassing." One of them lowered his head and muttered.

Another sighed: "Brother, let's save up some more money, who let us eat meat and drink a lot of wine before, but didn't save any money?" ”

"Alright, stop muttering, get ready to go on stage!" Bazihu said impatiently, "I'll behave well later!" ”

"Heroes, please invite the master of the Iron Gun Gate, the predecessor of Zhao Dezhu Zhao in the world of Gun Town, and the leader of the Iron Head Gang, the old Song and the third Song senior, take the stage!"

A young man shouted, and when the crowd applauded and sprayed the squirrel, Zhao Dezhu and Song Laosan took the stage with smiles on their faces.

The two men followed closely with their heads bowed.

But at this moment, the two of them heard Song Laosan in front of them scolding: "Hey, what's the matter with you baby, when did you come up on the runway?" Not down yet! ”

When the two looked up, they saw a nightmarish figure standing on a high platform.

The two of them were like being struck by lightning, and they shouted in horror: "Zhou Siwei!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the scene was suddenly silent.

Poof!

While everyone was still sluggish, the two of them were already kneeling on the ground with a pop, shaking like chaff.

"Humph!" Lu Heng snorted with an extremely unhappy face, this sound was like thunder, resounding in the hearts of everyone present, shaking their hearts violently, and suddenly everyone fell to the ground, blood was pouring from the corners of their mouths, without exception.

"Demon Fist! He's a magic fist! Song Laosan pointed at Lu Hengda in horror.

"The Magic Fist is here!" Someone yelled, and ran away.

This time, heroes from all walks of life came back to their senses, like an explosion of the pot, one by one rushed to flee privately, only hating their father and mother for missing two legs.

The scene was chaotic, and Lu Heng didn't bother to bother with these people, grabbed the two of them and volleyed them into the air.

Bang!

When leaving, Lu Heng's internal strength was vigorous, and he directly shook the high platform he had built with one kick and exploded and fell apart.

After a long time, Song Laosan and Zhao Dezhu poked their heads out of a corner of the wall tremblingly, and the two looked at each other with palpitations. One said, "You should go, right?" This magic fist is really powerful! But why didn't he kill anyone? ”

"Who are they? The magic fist of the mighty rivers and lakes! Can you deal with us little people? ”

Song Laosan said as he walked out, he squinted at the messy scene, and said thoughtfully: "Hey, Lao Zhao, this is the effect of the Demon Fist himself!" You say we're going to put this to good use......"

Zhao Dezhu's eyes immediately lit up, and he said: "Our heroes in Chang'an fought the magic fist and fled, this is the battlefield?" ”

"No way!" Song Laosan glared, "Looking for death, what if the Demon Fist is unhappy and comes back?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhao Dezhu shuddered, "Then let's say, we fought hard against the Demon Fist and retreated in its hands?" ”

"This one can be!" Song Laosan's eyes narrowed again, "On the battlefield where the Demon Fist has fought, the ticket costs five cents per person, isn't it too much?" ”