He hurriedly used his internal force to transmit to Li Jing: "Hurry up and leave this place, let's go and change our clothes again." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info It's an eventful time right now, don't let those Tubo people recognize it and find revenge again. ”

Li Jing smiled and came back, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of you!"

The two pretended not to know each other and walked back and forth towards the tent. Seeing this, the heroes of the Central Plains martial arts gave way one after another, and a few people who wanted to take the opportunity to cling to rushed forward and waved at Li Jing, "Li Daxia, I don't know if the sword master will accept apprentices." I have a brother who happens to be a good martial artist, and it would be a great honor to be able to bow down to your family!"

Li Jing raised her hand, "Don't accept it, don't accept it, our sword gate is more expensive and not expensive, if you want to enter our door, you have to have a big chance!" She lifted the curtain, turned around and walked out of the tent with Liu Yu, leaving these clinging disciples standing in place and lamenting for a while.

Hu San of Tianshamen looked at Li Jing's back from a distance, with a look of fascination, "This Li Bisheng hero is really a genius who has not been born in our Central Plains martial arts for a hundred years, and he can become famous in a foreign land at such a young age, presumably even the Kongtong Sect Yuhe Zhenren, the Emei Sect Jinding Dao Chief, and the Qingcheng Sect Xiaocanglan Hero are not as good as him." With this person, the Sword Sect will be famous, and within ten years, it will definitely become one of the few famous sects in the martial arts!"

The rest of the people chimed in.

"If I can make friends with this Li Bisheng hero in my lifetime, my Wang Yongshan will not be in vain!"

"Hey, this Li Bisheng hero is a miracle hero, where can we ordinary people make friends!"

"According to me, as long as we can get this Li Bisheng hero to teach one trick and two styles, it will be enough for us to live a life in the scenery of the rivers and lakes. ”

Luo Jinhu, the leader of the Golden Tiger Gang, sighed loudly and said, "If Li Bisheng is willing, I, the Golden Tiger Hall, am willing to serve in front of his saddle and behind the horse, and the sword mountain and the sea of fire will never flinch!"

The disciple under his door who had previously stubbornly stretched out his thumb, "Master, you are really a ......" Before he finished speaking, Luo Jinhu slapped him, "You shut up!"

At this time, I don't know who said, "Li Bisheng Daxia himself said that he ranked ninth in the Sword Gate, I don't know what kind of martial arts realm the top eight heroes in the Sword Gate are?"

Everyone thought about it carefully, "It's terrible, it's terrible, this originally inconspicuous sword gate, I'm afraid that even the Shaolin Temple, which is the first in the world, can't suppress it." ”

In one of the tents in the camp of the Jeruth clan, the charcoal stove had been set up by the cold of the night, and the Guru of the Darur sect, Nakhapa, was sitting on the edge of the couch sulking, and he only took his servant to meet Yelu Shilu and greet him with the old king of Tibet, but when he returned, he found that the tent had been robbed, and several sets of clothes had been lost. Among them, there is a silk shirt given to him by the old king of Tubo himself, and he has always been reluctant to wear it if it is not an important day.

At this moment, Hapul and Gimod led the disciples to rush into the tent with a deputy stretcher, and the men lay on the ground, crying and crying around the unconscious Prince Zonglan. Nakhapa was taken aback, and he hurriedly put his right index finger on the middle of Zonglan's person and tried his breath, and when he saw that he was not breathing, he hurriedly went to test his pulse, and found that there was still no movement, but he knew that the person had been dead for a long time.

Nakhaba knew that Zonglan's martial arts were strong, and he was outstanding among his disciples, and no one among his disciples could compare, and the person who could hurt Zonglan must have an amazing art industry, which was by no means comparable to ordinary martial artists.

He forced himself to hold back his temperament, and the audience disciple explained the incident in detail word by word, and learned that Zonglan, Jimod and Hapur competed with Na Li Bisheng, and lost three games in a row. He also heard from his disciples that this murderous Li Bisheng was wearing Tibetan clothes, so he secretly wondered in his heart: Could it be that this Li Bisheng is a member of the Gelug sect, so he is against us everywhere?

You must know that Mahayana Buddhism has just emerged in Tibet in recent years, among which the Darur and Gelug schools are the strongest. And these two factions do not tolerate each other all year round, often attacking each other, digging into the corners behind their backs, and desperately competing for believers. In recent years, the Darur faction has gradually risen under the auspices of Naqaba, and the Gelug faction has seen it red-eyed, and the two sides have had many disputes.

At this time, Haper's head was covered in cold sweat, his face was pale, he knelt on the ground and shook a few times, he could no longer hold on, and then fainted to the ground. Jimod hurriedly lifted him up, and Naqaba came forward to inspect him, only to see that Happur's hands were broken and he fainted in pain, and he was a tough guy who had been able to hold him up to now.

Nakapa sighed deeply, knowing that even if Happur's wound was healed, the child's work would be useless. The Gelug sect successively inflicted heavy blows on and killed two of its most outstanding disciples, and this revenge can be described as a common feud. He shook his head in annoyance, waved his hands one after another, and ordered the disciples to take Hapur down to heal, carry Prince Zonglan down and wipe his body with spices to prevent embalming, and must not reveal the slightest news that Prince Zonglan had died to outsiders.

He sat back on the couch with his eyes closed, and let his disciples kneel tremblingly in front of him without letting them get up. If it weren't for the fact that these disciples were relying on the prestige of the Darur Sect outside to find trouble for no reason, they would not have caused such a big trouble for themselves. He sat on the couch and pondered for a moment, and said: "The person who is looking for trouble this time is Jimod, and now he is going to Jimode's own disciple to pass on his discipleship, and you will be guilty of meritorious service to see the aftermath!"

Jimod didn't dare not listen, and kowtowed one after another in the ground, "Thank you for Master Forgiveness!"

Nakhapa grabbed the futon on the couch with both hands, and he unconsciously lurked his internal force, crushing the bedding, and the rags and rags fell from the couch one after another, making the disciples frightened.

This time, he personally led his disciples to participate in the contest and recruit relatives, originally to help Zonglan win the first place in the contest and make a great contribution to the Tubo country, so as to win the favor of the old king of Tubo and give the Daruer faction more advantages in the wrestling with the Gelug faction.

Unexpectedly, before this martial arts competition was held, Zong Lan had already been killed, and he couldn't escape responsibility for his death. When the old king of Tubo learned of this, he would be extremely angry, and his heart had always been unpredictable, and he might be angry with himself and the Darur faction. If the people of the Gelug faction were to frame him in front of the old king of Tubo at this time, he and the Darur faction would probably encounter an unprecedented crisis at that time, and perhaps they would never recover, and they would become outcasts and sinners of the Tubo country.

He hesitated several times in his heart, and finally made up his mind, got up from the couch, motioned for the disciples to retreat, and walked straight out of the tent. I saw that the night was dark outside, and the moon was shallow in the sky, and from time to time there were squads of Yelu soldiers riding horses and carrying torches to patrol back and forth in the camp. (To be continued.) )