Seeing that he couldn't take advantage of it, Bai Shaofeng took his apprentice and walked towards the mountain gate, Sima Zhen naturally didn't do it, while scolding loudly, he wanted to chase him out, but he heard the people in the audience: "Sima Protector, let him go, what I want to do today is to choose the leader of the martial arts alliance, and I will find Bai Shaofeng to confront him another day about robbing darts and killing people." "The person who spoke was none other than the current martial arts alliance leader Lan Yiming.

Hearing Lan Yiming say this, Sima Zhen suppressed his anger, jumped off the ring, stood aside, and saw Bai Shaofeng and Long Xiang Long Yu disappear at the mountain gate.

"Which hero is in the ring?" Zhao Zhou, the third protector, turned around and glanced at the group of heroes, and said loudly at the top of his voice, but he said it three times, but no one came to the ring to make an appointment.

"If no one makes an appointment to fight, the next martial arts alliance leader will still be the head of the Tianlong faction, Lan Yiming and Lan Daxia." Zhao Zhou glanced at the group again.

"Wait, my Northern Shaolin also wants to be the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, I can't let your Tianlong faction take it so cheaply." The person who spoke looked like he was in his fifties, his body was slender and long, like a bamboo pole, his face was as thin as his body, and his eyes were narrowed into a slit, and two rays of light emerged from the slit, which made people's hearts chill when they looked at it.

The person who spoke is the master of Zhu Fake of North Shaolin, although Zhu Fake is not good-looking, but he is a well-known figure in North Shaolin, this time, he and Bai Shaofeng are the same, bringing two disciples, at this moment, his two disciples are one left and one right to protect Zhu Fake, a slightly fat person on the left is called Zhu Foke, and the short and thin person on the right is called Zhu Seng Ke, of course, the three were not originally surnamed Zhu, but Zhu who followed the surname of the ancestor after entering North Shaolin.

To everyone's surprise, the three of them did not have any decent weapons, but each of them carried a thin bamboo pole more than four feet long in their hands.

More than 600 years ago, Shaolin produced a monk named Yuanjue, who practiced Shaolin martial arts for 30 years, and finally became the first person among Shaolin monks.

At the end of the Sui Dynasty, the world was in turmoil, Shaolin was destroyed in the war, the monks took refuge everywhere, Yuanjue came to the north alone, saw the residents were poor and helpless, and then settled in the Yan Mountain for the temple to transform the people, and also passed down the martial arts learned in his life, later, the temple scale is getting bigger and bigger, the temple monks because the ancestor is from Shaolin, is to call the temple in this Yan Mountain the North Shaolin Temple.

Since the beginning of Yuanjue, the Northern Shaolin monks practice martial arts only practice, not swords, Yuanjue believes that as long as the internal force is deep enough, no matter how strong the enemy can be subdued with the palm of the flesh, but walking in the rivers and lakes, it is inevitable to encounter strong people and thieves, relying on internal force to deal with these people, it is easy to cause the other party to be killed or injured, so, Yuanjue let the disciple go out with a bamboo stick to defend himself, and also created his own thirteen-style stick method, so today, Zhu Fake and his disciple Zhu Seng and Zhu Buddha can each only carry a stick, which looks quite funny.

After Zhu Fake finished speaking, the bamboo stick was lifted to the ground, and as soon as he lifted his breath, he stood firmly in the middle of the ring in an instant, squinting at everyone in the audience.

Although the North Shaolin to cultivate the Buddha self-esteem, but in the past hundred years, several abbots are arrogant, materialistic desire is very strong, only know how to practice martial arts to accumulate wealth, has long lost the monk's pure heart and few desires of the state of mind, the cultivation of Buddha has also become a disguise, because it is profitable to become the leader of the martial arts league, the abbot Yuan Ying sent Zhu Fa can bring his disciples Zhu monk and Zhu Buddha can go to Tianlong Mountain to participate in the martial arts conference, the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance can be said to be inevitable.

The masters present knew that Zhu Fa Ke was profound, and no one came to the stage to fight for a while, so Zhu Fa couldn't help but get proud and pointed at Lan Yiming with a bamboo stick. "Lan Daxia, why don't you come directly, you win the martial arts alliance leader or yours, if I win, the Central Plains martial arts will have to listen to my Northern Shaolin command."

"Wait!" The voice in the audience shouted: "Are you deceiving me, is there no one in the Central Plains Martial Arts?" ”

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a seventy-year-old old Taoist standing majestically in the crowd, this old Taoist was five feet tall, wearing a cyan robe, a square face and a wide mouth, although the appearance was mediocre, but a pair of eyes were very godly, and at first glance he was a person with profound skills.

"I am immeasurably Daoshun, the first time I went to the Central Plains, I have never met the heroes, and I am so offended." After Dao Shun finished speaking, the person was firmly standing in the ring.

The immeasurable sect is famous for his light skills, and his figure on stage is smooth and fast, and there is an instant cheer from the audience.

Zhu Fake has long heard that the Infinite Sect is a great faction in the South, and for hundreds of years, it has a place in the Central Plains Martial Arts, but in the past hundred years, for some reason, the Infinite Sect has hardly come out of the rivers and lakes, this time Daoshun suddenly came to Tianlong Mountain, and he must have some thoughts about the position of the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, so he was a little more defensive at the beginning.

"Master Zhu Fake, you can make a move!" Daoshun stood still on the stage, knowing that Zhu Fa didn't use weapons, and he didn't draw his sword, but just took a horse step towards Zhu Fake, and transported his true qi to the palms of both hands, just waiting for Zhu Fa to attack.

Zhu Fake smiled faintly: "Master Daoshun, you are older than me, my juniors will do it first, I'm afraid people will laugh at me for not respecting my elders, so you should come first!" ”

Dao Shun listened to Zhu Fake say this, it was inconvenient to resign, the tip of the index finger of the right palm of Qi Yun, one finger to Zhu Fake's eyebrows, Zhu Fake's finger, it seems to be ordinary, but it is one of the three major stunts of the immeasurable faction - thunderbolt finger, and the other two stunts are the fire cloud palm and the boomerang.

As the name suggests, the thunderbolt finger is a finger that can give the opponent a devastating blow with the power of a thunderbolt, but to practice this fingering, it is not an overnight effort, and the thunderbolt finger has a fixed practice method, which can be done without internal force. Huoyun palm and thunderbolt finger are similar, pay attention to the internal strength of the cultivation, and the boomerang is a foreign secret weapon, is the weapon used by the immeasurable faction when hunting, hundreds of years, because of the use of too much, the masters of the immeasurable faction summed up a set of dart skills, against the enemy if the internal force is added to the dart, it is even more unstoppable.

Zhu Fa can see that Daoshun pointed to himself, knowing that Daoshun used thunderbolt fingering, he didn't dare to slack off, his palms drew a circle in the air, and transported the true qi of the whole body to the palms of both palms, and the right palm pushed the fingers of the Daoshun point, and the left palm sank downward, hitting Daoshun's lower abdomen.

Daoshun thought that Zhu Fake would use his palms to catch his fingers, but he never thought that Zhu Fake's left hand was pushed to Daoshun's right finger, and his right hand was still hitting him, and he couldn't help but be shocked, and he was busy with his left palm to meet Zhu Fake's right palm.

In the electric light, the fingers and palms of the two intersected, only to hear the sound of "bang", both of them were shocked and flew off the ring.

Seeing the two fall off the ring, Daoshun's junior disciples Dao Fu and Dao Chung and Zhu Fake's disciples Zhu Foke and Zhu Seng Ke hurriedly stepped forward to carry the two back to their own faction, Dao Shun was lightly injured, meditated on the spot to heal his own qi, and after a while, he had recovered as before, Zhu Fake's skill was slightly inferior to Daoshun, he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and then he had been meditating to heal, and it seemed that there was no big problem, and everyone present focused their attention on the ring.

The decency in the Central Plains martial arts, most of them don't want to compete for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, and they are sent to Tianlong Mountain, some are here to listen to the instructions of the alliance leader, some are purely to see the excitement, and some are here to help Lan Yiming clear the obstacles.

At this moment, there was silence in the ring again, no one came out to call for the formation, and the audience began to discuss, so Zhao Zhou said loudly: "Since no one challenged, the leader of the martial arts alliance should be succeeded by Lan Yiming, the head of my Tianlong faction." After Zhao Zhougang finished speaking, the audience shouted: "This is not fair, since Daoshun Lao Dao won a game, it should be up to him and Lan Yiming to compete in another game, whoever wins will be the leader of the martial arts alliance." ”

Everyone followed the sound and looked over, and saw that the person who spoke was the Xuyun Master of the Emei faction, although the Xuyun Master Tai was a person who cultivated Buddhism, but he had a strange personality and was so uneven, this came out of her mouth, and everyone was not surprised.

"There's no need for this, I support Lan Daxia to continue to be the leader of the martial arts alliance." Dao Shun squinted at Xuyun Shitai and said undoubtedly.

"Amitabha, it seems that only me and Lan Daxia are comparable." A stiff voice sounded, and the person who spoke was the monk Labu Tsering, who had come to live in a simple place in recent days.

"If you want to compete with Blue Hero, you must pass my level first." Hearing this, everyone wanted to see who stood up to deal with Lab Tsering, and followed the prestige, but saw a black shadow over their heads and landed steadily in the center of the ring.

The person standing in the middle of the ring was tall, with a strong body, a wide face, and a cold light in his squinted eyes, staring at Lab Tsering under the stage.

Seeing the people on the stage clearly, the audience couldn't help but be in a commotion, and someone actually shouted loudly: "Old man Yan is mighty, teach the monks a good lesson." "It turns out that the person who came to power is the head of the Diancang faction, Yan Kunyan, the old man, and the Diancang faction is famous for its palms, and a set of cloud palms is unique in the martial arts.

Seeing that Yan Kun took the lead in the ring, Labu Tsering did not show weakness, holding a Zen staff in his right hand and pulling a corner of a wide monk's robe in his left hand.

At this time, Zhu Yu and the others in the audience saw Labu Tsering's face clearly, and saw that he was tall, with a long face and a high nose, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a white face, but he was a handsome middle-aged man.

"This monk, report your name first, so as not to die in my hands and don't know who your name is!" Yan Kun was full of momentum and looked like he was bound to win.

Labu Tsering didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly, as if he was laughing at Yan Kun, Yan Kun was instantly furious, and he slapped his palm at Labu Tsering's face.

Although there are only twelve styles, each style is aggressive, emphasizing the ability to suppress the opponent with swiftness, gain the initiative, and finally defeat the opponent with a strong palm.

Seeing Yan Kun's palm, Labu Tsering did not dodge, but gently raised the Zen staff, and the head of the staff went towards Yan Kun's palm, Yan Kun saw Labu Tsering's Zen staff towards his palm, and did not avoid, and hit the Zen staff with a palm, but at the moment when his palm and the Zen staff touched, Yan Kun only felt a huge force attacking his palm, he secretly screamed that it was not good, and he wanted to take the palm, but it was too late, but he suddenly found that the huge force transmitted by the Zen staff suddenly disappeared, and then looked at Lab Tsering, only to see him gently withdraw the Zen staff and look at him with a smile.

"This, this ......." Yan Kun's self-sustaining internal strength is profound, and the masters of all factions present, except for Lan Yiming, no one is his opponent, but he didn't expect this monk who looked at him in his twenties to have such a strong internal force, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

The masters on the field saw that the two of them retreated at the touch of a button, thinking that the two sides were just testing each other, but they didn't know that the two had already separated the winner and loser.

Yan Kun is worthy of being the head of a faction, well-informed, after a moment of stunned, he calmed down, he knew that everyone present, including Lan Yiming, no one could win the monk, so he had to stabilize it and make another calculation.

"The master is excellent in martial arts, but you are a Tibetan monk, I'm afraid you don't have time to be the leader of the Central Plains Martial Arts Alliance, right?" Yan Kun's words were hidden in the needle, he expected that the monk would be difficult to answer, but he heard the monk say unhurriedly: "I, Labu Tsering, naturally will not come to be the leader of this martial arts alliance, but I am just entrusted by someone to meet the martial arts master of the Central Plains for a while." ”

"Then who are you entrusted with, and what are you ultimately trying to achieve?" Yan Kun began to be a little aggressive.

Labu Tsering smiled slightly, put the Zen staff together with his right arm, folded his hands, stood at the moment, closed his eyes and recited the Buddhist scriptures, and no longer paid attention to Yan Kun.