After entering the inside, I was only barely qualified because I was in a low position in the rankings, so I was assigned to the back seat.

At ten o'clock in the morning, 200 cultivators who had entered the list arrived, and the entire hall was full.

The host opened the show, and I sat in the back with my shoulders crossed and pretended to sleep, but in fact, my ears were always on the edge of my ears. The main purpose of this cultivator conference is to elect the leader of the Chinese cultivation circle, and the most promising one was Zhu Qiang, but he did not come back, and it is said that he practiced in the deep mountains of Southeast Asia, so he gave up this competition, and the others had a chance.

People from many sects and schools are all eager to try, and the host said that this practitioner conference aims to learn from the same path. More than 200 people just fought together like this, and there was no rule, so the conference set a rule, a sect can only send one representative, can only compete once, and after losing, the entire sect can not fight again.

Those who are interested in competing for the leader of the cultivation circle can now compete.

No one moved for a while, and everyone was talking. I'm not in a hurry to go down and see.

For a long time, someone stepped off the stage, came to the middle of the hall, and clenched his fists loudly: "Shaolin disciple Fang Gang, come to receive the teaching." ”

I opened my eyes a little and saw that he was a young man, in his twenties, as his name suggests, and his blood was strong. A short fight, clean and neat.

Cultivators, in fact, are a big concept, not just that you can catch ghosts and realize your dreams and dance gods. Spells are only one aspect, and martial arts are also considered to be practiced with martial arts. All in all, there are all kinds of styles, genres, and weirdos who can appear in these 200 people today, and the saying that people can't look like is absolutely true here.

The host asked Fang Gang on behalf of the organizing committee on behalf of the Congress, can you represent the Shaolin faction. Fang Gang looked at an old monk, who nodded slightly. Fang Gang said: "I can represent." ”

"If you lose, the whole of Shaolin will not be eligible." The moderator said.

Fang Gang nodded: "Understood." ”

The host asked if anyone at the scene challenged Fang Gang. As soon as the words fell, there was no sound, and no one came up after waiting for a while.

The host pointed to the five positions in front of him and said, "If there is no challenger, then Shaolin representative Fang Gang will automatically enter the final five seats." This time, not only will the leader be selected, but there will also be four masters to assist. There are currently only these five supreme places. ”

Fang Gang hugged his fists and was about to sit up, when a voice came from the crowd: "I'll come to learn and lead." ”

As soon as the words fell, a thin man in white clothes and white pants walked out, and hugged his fist at everyone: "Representative of the contemptible Kongtong." ”

The cultivators around me were talking a lot, and they were all saying that a good practitioner conference would become a martial arts conference.

Fang Gang and this Kongtong representative hugged each other's fists and greeted each other, and then you fought back and forth. I glanced at it twice, both of them are masters, and the proficiency of the routine should still be above the second dragon. Fang Gang's fist wind opened and closed bravely, without losing its heaviness. The Kongtong faction uses all the ingenuity of force, and the hand shape is mainly dotted and poked.

The two of them fought lively, and they were polite, which really meant to be a bit of an end.

After watching it for a while, everyone began to coax, and the discussion on the scene became louder and louder. Fang Gang suddenly said, "Senior brother, I'm sorry. Suddenly, with a wave of both hands, he grabbed the shoulders of the Kongtong faction and threw it out violently.

The Kongtong faction took a few steps backwards in a row, almost not sitting on the ground, and finally steady. This person is also single, clasped his fists and said: "Senior Brother Fang is worthy of being the dragon and phoenix among people, my skills are not as good as others, and I lost." ”

The internal assembly of the cultivators is not a rogue fight, so many people in the same path watch, if you lose, you lose, and if you win, you win, and you are refreshing and make judgments.

Fang Gang said politely: "Accept." ”

As he spoke, he was about to sit down on the first chair, and someone below spoke: "Wait a while, I'll come to the meeting." ”

Another person came out of the crowd, a thin man in his forties, with a mustache. I knew very few cultivators, so I asked the person next to me who this was, and the eldest brother next to him said that this person's name was Qiao Jianguo, and he was a disciple of Zhu Qiang and the old man Zhu.

I gasped, it turned out that he was my senior brother. Zhu Qiang has several apprentices, in addition to me and Fu Shaowei, there are a few senior brothers who don't know each other, and I didn't see them appear on the day of apprenticeship, and I actually don't have much contact with Zhu Qiang's master.

Qiao Jianguo was like a monkey, came to Fang Gang, clenched his fists and said, "I'll meet you." ”

The host knew him: "Old Qiao, are you fighting on behalf of Jinyanlou?" ”

This said, everyone in the audience looked at Qiao Jianguo, according to the rules, if Qiao Jianguo played, the rest of Jinyanlou would have no chance, including me and Fu Shaowei.

Qiao Jianguo snorted coldly: "I am the eldest disciple of Old Man Zhu, and I am also the second largest shareholder of Jinyanlou, so I can naturally represent the battle." ”

He looked at Fang Gang and said, "Child, come, let's go over our hands." ”

As soon as I heard it, I was anxious, if this old boy was a representative of the battle, then I would not be qualified no matter how strong I was, where did such a bug pop up, it was really a diaphragm. I was about to slap the chair and want to appear, when I heard someone below speak: "Who gave you the power to let you represent Jinyanlou." ”

Slowly walked out of one person, it was Fu Shaowei.

Qiao Jianguo's face turned red for a moment, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Senior Brother Fu, you hurry back and sit, don't let the colleagues present today look at our Jinyanlou jokes." ”

"I think you're a joke." Fu Shaowei said.

Qiao Jianguo's eyes were on fire, and the atmosphere at the scene was tense, "Senior brother, if you want to talk nonsense again, don't blame you for being a senior brother's clean-up master." ”

Fu Shaowei said: "Senior brother, let's do this, our Jinyanlou is not suitable for the first appearance as the guest host, let everyone learn from each other first, how about we only grab the last seat?" ”

After saying this, everyone below nodded one after another, Fu Shaowei's mind and vision are much stronger than this monkey's senior brother.

Qiao Jianguo's face twitched twice, snorted, and returned to his seat.

Fu Shaowei made a gesture and motioned for Fang Gang to continue. Fang Gang clasped his fists at him, and then walked to the first seat, and after sitting down, no challenger appeared again.

The two hundred people on the scene are basically the elite of the elite, not to mention the others, the eyesight is here, what level is Fang Gang, at a glance, there is a rod and scale in his heart, whether he can do it or not, he knows it without comparison.

With Fang Gang's bowl of wine at the bottom, the scene became lively, and many people were eager to try to compare, and some were self-aware, knowing that my own faction was not that material, so don't be ashamed, just don't go down.

So many people at the scene watched the excitement, but there were rules, and there was no rogue scene of the wheel war. Soon, the three seats were seated. One is Fang Gang, the representative of Shaolin, and the other is the representative of the Northeast Jumping God, named Feng Ziwang, and the third is He Tianzhen, the representative of the eight generals. After He Tianzhen appeared, no one fought with her, she sat directly on one of the seats, and it is estimated that everyone will give face to the eight generals.

And He Tianzhen made a statement that the eight generals had no interest in the leader, she just occupied an auxiliary position.

There are also the last two seats, the competition is quite fierce, and there are those who have the Dao method and those who have martial arts, but after the first three rounds of competition, there are not many people who can get off the field. The rest of the people all mean the same as Fu Shaowei, they are not in a hurry to come out at first, they slowly wait and see the last force, they have a big style, and those who stay at the end are basically the masters of the masters.

At this time, what remained on the field was a boy from Fujian, who was said to be able to invite the third prince Nezha. I once met Uncle Hui, who was the third prince and the boy, and he didn't come to the scene today.

The boy clenched his fists, and was about to say that he would concede and sit on the fourth seat, only to hear a lazy voice below: "The tiger is not powerful, I am really a sick cat." If you return the third prince to the boy, even if you invite the third prince to the true god, you have to give me three points of thin noodles. ”

Why is this voice so familiar? As soon as I looked up, I saw a man walking out of the crowd with a big grin. I almost immediately held my breath, it turned out to be Zhang Hong!

Zhang Hong was wearing a traditional black linen shirt, with a Buddhist medal around his neck, sandals under his feet, and bracelets on his left and right wrists.

He shook it down step by step, and everyone at the scene looked at each other. The host asked, "Sir, I see that you have some faces, who are you?" ”

"I'm a practitioner from Thailand, my name is Azanhon. You can go to Southeast Asia to inquire, I am a master disciple of the ghost king of Malaysia. Zhang Hong said.

The scene seemed to be boiling, everyone was discussing, and the host frowned: "Mr. Azanhong, I'm really sorry, today is an internal meeting of our domestic cultivators, and it has nothing to do with you. ”

"Fart, I am a domestic cultivator, just practicing with the ghost king, I am still Chinese, my real name is Zhang Hong." Zhang Hong said: "The teacher doesn't matter, the key is that my roots are here, why am I not qualified?" Do you still want to engage in three, six, nine and so on? ”

The host said, "Then please check your information on the leaderboard." ”

Zhang Hong followed him to the organizing committee to check the rankings, I quickly took out the list and looked at it carefully, there was no Zhang Hong's name on it, otherwise I could have known, it seems that he used a fake name.

This is lively, Zhang Hong has also come back to compete for the leader of the cultivation circle, do I have to have a battle with him?