Song Tianxiong Lang said with a smile: "This matter of the judge's gavel is not trivial, if what Brother Shi said is true, and the Central Plains can be fine, we can greatly inherit the great favor of Fan Boss, this favor is difficult to repay, it is really ashamed, ashamed!" he said, bowing straight to Fan Qu and saluting.

The crowd cheered, calling Song Tianxiong "chivalrous nature" and "for the people and the country", and praised him again and again. When the Xingyun disciples heard this, they all straightened their chests and backs, and they felt the light on their faces, and they were very proud.

Wu Dog Rong waited beside Sanqiong, not ostentatious, nor proud, only smiled lightly.

Fan Quzhi snorted coldly, and his momentum as sharp as an out-of-body sword was slightly constricted, obviously neither opposing nor agreeing. Although he didn't blame Huang Lao for being good at advocating, the loss of this martial arts competition did give Song Tianxiong some room to speak.

There was a high-roller in the rivers and lakes who shouted that his face was red, and he was unbearable with excitement, and said: "The martial artist of the Central Plains, the winner of the competition, is the king and the loser, and the head of the Song family should have the power to manage the judge's gavel. It's better to let the head of Song manage it on your behalf, friends, you say, okay?"

The rest of the crowd agreed, and said in unison, "Good, good!"

Song Tianxiong shook his head with a smile and said, "Don't say that, you are just doing your duty as a member of the Martial Law Dao Alliance, and it is not a big deal to maintain peace in the Central Plains. He turned his gaze and stared at the wooden box in Fan Quzhi's hand, his eyes flashed, and he said, "Although I have made a little effort for the Central Plains, I can accidentally injure my fellow seniors, which is a great injustice, and I am really ashamed. This matter of the judge's gavel is not easy to decide, and I hope that all the heroes will be fair and properly handle the whereabouts of the judge's gavel. 」

When all the heroes heard this, they were all shocked, and it can be seen that Song Tianxiong frequently excused himself and stepped aside, so he gave up and agreed.

Suddenly, someone couldn't help it and said, "Master Song said, the judge's gavel is...... What an amazing treasure of heaven and earth. We must not let the mallet fall into the hands of one man. 」

A big man scolded, "Fuck, what kind of bullshit are you talking about? Aren't we stupid pigs? 」

A young man said, "Hey, who knows if it's wolf ambition, after all, it's a nest of jackals, of course you have to help talk. 」

The big man said, "What do you mean by your grandmother?"

The young man said: "Hmph, everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the Martial Law Dao Alliance is 'the road of the world, it is difficult to have me', and you are also from the Martial Law Dao Alliance, isn't it natural for this kind of situation to help say some good things? Fuck, in fact, it doesn't matter what righteous path or demon sect he is, it doesn't matter what we do, it's just ......."

Another person said: "Yes, this judge's gavel is a treasure of the way cast by heaven and earth, and it should never belong to anyone. But it is true that the judge's gavel should not be taken by anyone alone. Am I right or not?"

Someone else said, "Yes, yes, yes. 」

Seeing that the heroes were getting angry, Na Shao stood up, opened the incense fan lightly, and said with a smile: "The juniors still have a plan, I don't know if the seniors are willing to listen to one of them?"

The heroes said in unison: "If you have a few words, please make it clear. 」

Xu Shao said: "Since the judge's gavel is not given, and it cannot be taken away, and no one is willing to back down, it is better to do this...... Our group of unrelated people, dedicated the judge's hammer to the main monument of martial arts in the Great Song Dynasty, no one can do it, no one loses, but two Qing, what do you think?"

When the heroes heard this, they nodded their heads and applauded, thinking that even if they were fighting with the five tyrants, it would be a good way to give the judge's hammer to the main monument of martial arts in the Great Song Dynasty.

Fan Quzhi was furious, knowing that the current situation was beyond his control, and seeing that Xu Shaoxia had another idea, he secretly thought, "Is Xu Shaoxia an enemy or a friend? Just now he forced Huang Lao to make a move with his words, and this time he instigated the heroes to seize the Dao Treasure, could it be that Xu Wufeng also wants this Dao Treasure?"

The little perceptive gaze smiled and nodded to the side.

I saw three gray-haired, old-fashioned old men of the rivers and lakes stepping forward, the eyes of the three of them were like torches, and their momentum was restrained, showing that their martial arts were not low. The three old men smiled, and one of them said with a sword: "Master Fan, all the heroes voted fairly, and I feel that this judge's gavel is extremely powerful and extremely dangerous, and it really shouldn't be supported by Fan alone. Fortunately, there was a little mention of it, and the heroes thought about it bitterly, this judge gavel is not good to trouble Master Fan anymore, it is better to hand it over to the government and hand it over to the Wulu Stone Tablet, but it is the safest way, what does Master Fan think?"

Fan Qu frowned, thinking of the word "sure enough" in his heart, listening to the official tone of the old man with the sword, he was also a member of the government.

He immediately mobilized his internal strength and shouted: "This Dao treasure is the ancestral heirloom of Fu Immortals, Fan Mou is dead and his soul is destroyed, and he will never give it to others. If you want to take it, unless Fan's head is in a different place, it is absolutely impossible!"

At this juncture, Fan Quzhi was already furious and could no longer bear it. He closed his eyes slightly, and then opened them widely, his gaze swept over everyone present like a torch, and then he spit slightly, and the Dao Qi around his body burst out, merging into the Heavenly Dao, and the space buzzed and whispered.

His profound skills in the realm of refinement are truly displayed in front of everyone.

The three old men jumped out in unison and laughed in unison, showing that they had expected Fan Quzhi's reaction. One with a sword, one with a sword, and one with an empty hand, scattered, surrounding Fan Quzhi and the other.

The old man with the knife sneered, "Master Fan, be careful!"

At this moment, a delicate voice suddenly came from the crowd: "Grandpa, look at this mallet, it moves, it doesn't move, it suddenly appears in front of people, it looks so ugly, can you throw it?"

As soon as the word "mallet" came out, everyone subconsciously turned around. Even the four people who were about to make a move stopped.

I saw Wu Dog Rong suddenly gallop out, rushed into the crowd first, grabbed a slender right arm with a big hand, and pulled it hard, and the owner of the arm screamed "wow" and screamed miserably.

Fan Quzhi and the three old men glanced at each other, and they all saw confusion in each other's eyes, and as soon as they retracted their momentum, they hurriedly looked at it, and saw that it was a little girl in yellow clothes with acne on her face, holding her right hand, struggling desperately, but who was it not Yuan Yue?

Everyone saw that Yuan Yue's raised right hand had nothing else, and their hearts were even more anxious, and their eyes shot to her left arm, and in that small short arm, they saw a simple and unpretentious wooden mallet.

The wooden mallet is not big, only several times larger than Yuan Yue's small hand, there is a small kang at the bottom of the wooden handle, hanging a red spike, at first glance, it looks like an old thing, not like the judge mallet with the ability to reach the sky recorded on the stone tablet of martial arts, more like the ordinary mallet used for piling in the hands of craftsmen.

All the visitors, Shi Tao, Dorje and others present held their breath, and no one dared to move at will.

Since they obtained the position of head of each faction and the power of the Western Regions, they have more or less heard of the origin of the "judge's mallet", and its earth-shattering and ghost-weeping power is a secret that only circulates in the high-level of each faction.