When the lively fireworks and firecrackers resounded throughout Qixing Mountain, Song Wuya of Qixing Pavilion would give a speech first, and then Zhang Zhenren's speech. The people who were looking forward to the game seemed to be waiting for Zhang Zhenren's speech, and then there was a bloody battle.

Zhang Zhenren looked at the lineup this time, and it seemed that they were all juniors. But that's right, like my own generation, those who are going to die are also dead, and those who are not dead are like themselves, too lazy to go, and they don't have the physical strength to survive this protracted battle.

"Hongyi, how is your senior brother Hongyi!"

Hongyi's face suddenly tightened, not like he was being questioned by an acquaintance, but like he was pricked in the back.

"Thank you Zhang Zhenren for your concern, my senior brother is still in good health, these days, I have been thinking about Zhang Zhenren and you. ”

Master Hongyi said modestly that although it stands to reason that he and Zhang Zhenren are the same generation, there is still a lot of difference in age.

"Hahaha! Your senior brother is still thinking about me! Is he worried about me dying! Hahaha!"

Master Hongyi's face tightened, and he was suddenly embarrassed.

This real person didn't care, and continued: "I fought with your senior brother back then, and I didn't brag about it, your senior brother lost to me more than once back then! But every time it was a private discussion, no one was present, and he always liked to pay his debts in front of people and said no! Hahaha, every time he was so angry that his face was red! You said that you didn't think of me to die, but you can still think of me to live! Hahaha!"

Master Hongyi did not speak, and listened quietly to Zhang Zhenren's words on the side.

I saw Zhang Zhenren take out a bottle of pill from the bag, throw it over and say: "Hey, you senior brother, more than forty years ago, when I fought against the Demon Sect and the Wufang Sect, I always rushed to the front, and the old injuries have not healed, this is the pill I refined recently, although there is no way to eradicate it, but it can still be relieved, you give it to him for me!"

Master Hongyi was stunned for a moment, and said in a trance: "This ...... It's too hard for you to bother!"

Zhang Zhenren did not deny it.

"Nonsense, of course bother, there are still a few old guys left in this year, your senior brother Hongyi is going to die in front of me, he will be reincarnated first, and no one will tease him when he goes down!hahaha!"

Then Zhang Zhenren looked at Master Zhiyuan's side, which was a little far away, but Zhang Zhenren didn't care, and shouted loudly: "Zhiyuan! How is your master, isn't he dead yet?"

Master Zhiyuan passed through the wave of Master Hongyi, but he was not panicked and embarrassed.

"Xie Zhang Zhenren cares, Master, his old man is fine!"

Zhang Zhenren shook his head and said: "You Qiyun Temple, you are still so restrained! It's too tight! Your master, you still have to learn from Wuxue, that old ghost is living a chic life! Anyway, you have to go to see your Buddha in the end, our Hades, why are you so tired of living!"

Master Zhiyuan did not feel offended, but still listened respectfully to Zhang Zhenren's words.

"The little monk understands! When I go back, I must tell my teacher!"

Master Zhiyuan finally responded to Zhang Zhenren's words very politely, but Zhang Zhenren felt a little big, and the old monk was a person who did not accept it.

"What are you telling me! Do you want your master to come to my Qixing Mountain to demolish my Taoist temple? If he hears me say that he is not as good as nothing, he will not be angry! Hahaha, you are really similar to your master!"

At this time, Zhang Zhenren's words were already very loud, and almost the audience could hear them, although it was time for him to speak, but no one dared to urge him.

And Zhang Zhenren may be happier the more he chats, and he doesn't care so much, anyway, there is no old guy with the same qualifications to stop him and tell him to shut up.

"Yang Xiong! I heard that you stopped the huge waves of the East China Sea with a sword and saved countless people and houses and fertile fields, this sword technique is even stronger than your dead master back then!"

When Yang Xiong heard this, he hurriedly and humbly said that he didn't dare.

"Zhang Zhenren is serious, the family teacher's swordsmanship is excellent, I just learned some skin!"

Zhang Zhenren touched his beard, and said with a happy look: "What is serious, I have lived in Zhang Zi for so many years, and I haven't seen what your master was like back then!

Yang Xiong could only be embarrassed, not knowing what to say.

Zhang Zhenren seemed to be going to talk to everyone again, he looked at the head of the Shenji Gate, and also smiled and said: "Master Fang seems to have made a lot of progress! It should be almost the same as your master!"

Fang Tianshu, the head of the Shenji Gate, also immediately replied respectfully: "Don't dare to call yourself the head, just continue to call me Tianshu, Tianshu has shallow knowledge and ordinary qualifications, and there is no comparison with the family teacher back then!"

The people of this god machine gate are good at mecha, and they are also familiar with Qimen gossip. At that time, Fang Tianshu's master, Dukui, made a thousand machine arrays for Yan State, which broke tens of thousands of enemy troops in the Song Kingdom, so that Dukui also won the title of "Thousand Machines". And the nine Heavenly Machine Puppets he refined, all of them have ninefold strength, and that strength is not terrifying, and it is also recognized by the people of the world as a genius that is rare to see in a hundred years in the Divine Machine Gate.

Although Fang Tianshu has not yet reached this level, it is obviously about the same.

Gossip is commonplace, it's basically the same, looking at the world's martial arts conference only these five major schools, and there are no rising stars who dare to break into Longtan alone, this real person can't help but feel a little sad.

Today's martial arts is not like the martial arts of the past, when dozens of sects and countless heroes competed against each other, and when their peers competed together, how colorful it was. It's really not my own time, it's the time of these young people.

"Alright, the time should be about the same!"

Zhang Zhenren came to the stage and prepared the opening speech of the speech.

"In the Zhongzhou Continent, there have been many sects since ancient times, and there are countless martial arts practitioners and martial artists. Today's martial arts, there are many talents, and I am fortunate to be able to invite talents from all over the world to come here, which is not only to meet friends with martial arts, but also to compete with each other! I, Zhang, hereby announce that the martial arts conference is officially ......"

"Wait!"

Everyone's blood was rushing, as if a basin of cold water had been suddenly poured on them, and they looked angrily at the place where the sound came from.

I saw a young monk in a robe, suddenly walked in from the crowd, everyone didn't know and knew very well, who this guy was!

"Who is this man?"

Some people also deliberately compared the monks of Xiadingkong Temple and Qiyun Temple, and found that it seemed that the masters of these two temples seemed to be looking at this little monk strangely and surprised.

"It seems that the moon released him in time!"

There was a man in the crowd opposite the Seven Star Pavilion who whispered.

I saw that the little monk came to the front of the old Taoist Zhang Zisheng, and saluted respectfully: "The new abbot of Dajue Temple is dustless, and I have seen Zhang Zhenren!"

Dajue Temple! New abbot! This young monk who looks so young!

The audience was stunned, and some of the juniors may not be particularly clear about the place of Dajue Temple.

"Dajue Temple, where is the sect?"

"yes! I don't think I've heard much of it!"

"I seem to have a little impression, it is said that it used to be called the 'Three Temples in the World' along with Dingkong Temple and Qiyun Temple, but it has been in decline for almost 20 years!"

Everyone was muttering, only those who were present, the older elders and the head of the house, who were all staring at the little monk, looked at the little monk, and they all stood up to show their respect for this little monk with the status of abbot.

Although these major sects know that this Dajue Temple is indeed in decline, the young generation of powerhouses and the mainstay of the temple have all disappeared, and even the abbot has no master and no martial arts.

But at present, there are still six people with good strength, such as no heart, no phase, no desire, no seeking, no sorrow, and no joy, but this little monk can actually stand out, and it seems that he is by no means an idle person.

And people with such a high realm like these can also see at a glance that this little monk is not a bluff and an impostor bastard.

"Is that old guy finally dead?"

In the face of respectful Wuchen, Zhang Zhenren was not polite, and directly asked him what he was more curious about at the moment.

"The family teacher is still alive, the family teacher said, 'This martial arts conference is in the Seven Star Pavilion, you need to send someone with a bit of identity, don't let that bull's nose play on the topic, saying that I don't give face', this is what the family teacher specially asked me to convey to Zhang Zhenren!"

Wuchen replied respectfully, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were still godless, as if covered with a layer of dust.

But these words made everyone in the audience dumbfounded, this is the first time that someone has directly scolded Zhang Zhenren, and he is still the abbot of this Dajue Temple.

"Hahahaha! This old immortal is not bad! I also know that I want to give Zhang Zisheng some face, but since you are already the abbot, today can be regarded as a representative of the Dajue Temple, it just so happens that you have arrived at the three temples in the world today, let me, an old man, see what level your new generation of 'three temples in the world' and all our six major sects are now!"

Wuchen bowed respectfully, and sat down in the newly added seat, between the Seven Star Pavilion and the Dingkong Temple.

"Alright, the six major sects are all here, let's start!"

Zhang Zhenren picked up the teacup, and everyone stood up together and drank a cup of tea together, which is called the four seas and one heart, and the five lakes celebrate together. Then they all lit three incense sticks at their respective tables, although the competition was up to the point, but this is also called the destiny of each other. After the end, the ceremony of the competition was completed.

Everyone began to gear up and be eager to try, and the next competition was the main course.

The Dingkong Temple, Qiyun Temple, Juque Gate, and Shenji Gate under the stage don't seem to have any plans yet, just watching each other.

On the side of the Seven Star Pavilion, these people are discussing who will come out first, and it stands to reason that this home field will have to come first.

"Senior Brother Song and Senior Brother Bai are a little behind, I think if we let Hou Kui go first, he will last!"

When you think about it, this Hou Kui can always consume a lot of opponent's strength, and it is very likely that if the fight is smooth, it will be a wave of consecutive wins.

"Okay, then ......"

Before these people could decide, the abbot of the Sixth Great Sect, Wuchen, who had just joined the martial arts conference, slowly walked to the front of the stage, and he looked at these martial arts masters around him with an expressionless face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the poor monk is Wuchen, that is the new abbot of Dajue Temple, on the order of the family teacher, I have come to ask Master Hongyi of Dingkong Temple, Master Zhiyuan of Qiyun Temple, Yang Xiong of Juque Gate and Fang Tianshu of Shenji Gate for advice, and I hope that the four seniors will not hesitate to give advice.

Although the little monk spoke loudly, his expression still did not change at all.

"This little monk is a bit like his old immortal master!"

Zhang Zhenren stroked his beard, looking like watching the play, ready to watch the next performance.

However, all the others present were shocked.

Lu Xinyu and Wang Yangren on the sidelines, looking at this little monk who may be about the same age as himself, it is already remarkable to be able to make the master value him so much, and he has also become the head abbot of one of the six major sects. What's even more exaggerated is that he is now actually going to challenge the four major sects! And he is the fourth highest among all the combat power of the four major sects, this is going crazy!

"What does he mean by that?"

The crowd of those small sects began to talk a lot

"Wait, is he going to single-handedly take on the four major sects one by one or what?"

"Don't you understand? He's going to fight four at a time!"

In the crowd, a well-dressed man said a little proudly: "He really deserves to be the man I fancied!"

Those small sects that basically belonged to the spectators basically began to cheer and scream at this time.

"What a good job! Little Master is really kind!"

Of course, there are still some who remain skeptical.

"What should you do, what should you do, one pick four? Are you a little monk stupid in chanting scriptures!"

"Aren't you afraid of losing ugly! Pick the four strongest to compete, it's not a shame to lose, right?"

The four named old-timers are also a little embarrassed at this time, what should I do, I shouldn't lose this game if I lose, even if I win, it won't look good.

"Abbot Wuchen, on the martial arts field, I, Yang Xiong, never take advantage of the danger of others, and bully more and less! If you want to compete, just one-on-one! Otherwise, four teams and one will be too disrespectful to the four of us!"

Yang Xiong is right, although he is the abbot, but who is not the head of a major sect, or a leader in martial arts? As soon as you come up and let people fight each other, how much you look down on people, and what an insult to those who practice martial arts!

"Amitabha! The poor monk also agrees with Yang Xiong's benefactor! Although the abbot of Wuchen, at a young age, he has already surpassed the senior brother Wuxin and Wuxiang, and inherited the position of the abbot of Dajue Temple, which can not be said to be not talented. But since it is a competition, it is necessary to be fair and just, and a few of us can't join together to bully you!"

Master Hongyi's words are also very clear, you can surpass those senior brothers to become the abbot at such a young age, it is very powerful, but don't be a joke when the four of us are!

"I agree with Master Hongyi!"

"The poor monk also agrees with Uncle Hongyi's statement!"

This Fang Tianshu and Zhiyuan monks obviously don't do this kind of degrading thing, no matter how you say it, the integrity of a generation of masters and famous masters must always be there.

"Amitabha, Shicai, everyone said that they don't want to bully more and less, but the little monk is a little puzzled, isn't the purpose of your four major sects joining forces to go to the Seven Star Pavilion is to fight more and fight less, and take the opportunity to wipe out the entire Seven Star Pavilion!"

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