The once every decade martial arts conference has officially opened, but there are no rules. The battles between the various sects will start in the afternoon, and the morning is the time for the various rangers to compete. After three days of fighting, only those who win to the end have the opportunity to fight with the main body of the Martial Arts League.

However, it is said that at noon, the leader of the Sima League will have a fight with a martial arts master to cheer up today's martial arts conference.

Zhang Muliu really convinced this Sima Zhuo, he knew that the treasure land would open today, and he couldn't go in if he didn't win a game, so there would be a cheer.

The fight in the ring has already started, and the two young juniors are just trying their fists and feet, and everyone feels that they are not very attractive, but Zhang Muliu looks very carefully.

Mo Ming smiled and said, "At this point, do you still think you have any calculations?"

Zhang Muliu shook his head and did not answer, it was all at this point, it really didn't matter if he calculated or not, Zhang Muliu wondered, who would be the person in the black robe who would go to see that night, and what kind of face would it be? That person was very likely to be one of the nearly 200 martial artists who would come to power.

As for the black-robed man, it is estimated that he will also change his appearance, become an idle knight in the ring, and after winning a game, he will not appear again, just waiting for the door to open wide.

No matter how many forces have the intention of grabbing the treasure, they will go to the ring today, and there are some clues among so many people, and it is estimated that there is no big problem.

Fang Cong was not interested in fighting on the stage at all, this little girl thought in her heart, after Xiao Han Cheng'er practiced for another two years, she would be much stronger than these people. The girl just kept turning her head, looking for the young man in brocade last time in the sea of people.

The master said, when he got into the ring, he asked Chi Huang to fight by himself, let's just save his life.

Fang Cong felt that since he couldn't help in the ring, he should help below!

The master's great truth can't be learned by us for the time being, but it's always right to help people with a conscience, right? What can it do if Chi Huang is killed, the real enemy who destroys the door, I don't know where to be happy.

The girl looked around for a long time and still couldn't find the person, so she pouted and said secretly: "It's really cowardly." ”

Zhang Muliu stretched out his hand and pressed Fang Onion's head, and said: "Mo Ming still has some ability, I don't know how long it will take me to go, you don't make trouble and practice swordsmanship more." ”

The girl pursed her lips and nodded, "Mmmmmmmm ”

The first fight has ended, and it is a relatively thin young man with slightly higher boxing skills, and this person himself has no idea that he has already taken down a stepping stone to the avenue of eternal life.

The second is a life-and-death fight, two young men with guns each make a ruthless move, and each blow is aimed at each other's door, and look at this look, there must be one here today.

Chi Huang sighed and said softly: "These two people are actually of the same ancestry, because a famous spear leader came here to fight hard, I really can't figure it out." ”

A middle-aged man on the side said with a smile: "What's wrong with this, the Divine Spear Gate has been in decline for many years, and it was divided into two veins, the Golden Gun and the Silver Spear Twenty years ago, they all want to Zhongxing the Divine Spear Gate, but no one is willing to give in, so today's death match, the one who survives will be the owner of the Divine Spear Gate." ”

Zhang Muliu nodded, glanced at the stubble man, and didn't find anything abnormal, so he turned his head to look at the stage.

These two people are proficient in marksmanship, although they look young, but the moves in their hands are extremely sophisticated, and they are also good materials for gun practice. But in order to make his own sect thrive and fight to the death, Zhang Muliu still couldn't accept it.

Mu Qiushan is now a small number of people, what about a hundred years from now? Hundreds of years or a thousand years from now? Will one day the peaks be not harmonious, obviously they are of the same ancestry, but they have to fight to the death.

The young man shook his head with a smile and said to himself, "No." ”

Fang Cong leaned over and asked, "Master, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Muliu rubbed the girl's head and said softly: "It's okay, when we go back, you can pick a mountain peak by yourself, and name whatever you want." ”

The girl smiled, "Can it be called Mu Onion Mountain?"

The young man glanced at Fang Onion and said indifferently: "If you can convince your master, you can call it anything." ”

The girl immediately drooped down the bag.

Shi Niang is now a sword immortal, and I don't have that much courage. However, Fang Cong felt that the master who was extremely skilled in swordsmanship had a sentence that was very right. I used to really like Zhang Muliu, but I don't know what's going on, people raise me as a girl, and I really treat myself as a girl.

Mo Ming shook his head and said, "If the young man with the silver gun wants to lose, it's too childish to die like this." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled slightly, and said to the young man on the side who had already provoked a group of women to tiptoe to peek: "Don't worry, such two good seedlings, their teachers will definitely be reluctant to fight to the death." ”

I saw the two exchanging shots, the silver-speared young man pierced each other's left shoulder, while the gold-armed young man only slightly bruised his arm.

The young man with the silver spear bared his teeth and said with a smile, "Good boy really shows no mercy. ”

The young man with the golden spear showed a trace of pain on his face, but he adjusted it in an instant, and said softly: "If you die, I will go to you after I reorganize the Sharpshooter." ”

After saying that, the two of them had already made a gesture to change their lives.

Sure enough, without waiting for the two to make a move, the two middle-aged people stepped on the edge of the ring and stepped into the ring with light skills, each dragging their juniors.

Without waiting for the two young people to ask, the two middle-aged men looked at Sima Zhuo with their fists together, and said in unison: "Can this be considered peace?"

Sima Zhuolang laughed loudly: "But, congratulations on the return of the Divine Spear Gate." ”

Zhang Muliu looked at the stage with a smile, it turned out to be the young man with the golden gun in his hand, turned the head of the gun and stabbed his right shoulder, the man's painful face twitched, walked over to convince the young man with the silver gun, and said with a smile: "You can't stab the left shoulder, each of us has one hand, and it is still a magic gun." ”

At this moment, Sima Zhuo's voice suddenly sounded in Zhang Muliu's ears, "These two people are fighting, neither of them is considered to lose, they should both go in." ”

Since Sima Zhuo was the first to speak, Zhang Muliu replied with a smile, "Sima Alliance Master is really calculating, at least half of the Jianghu people who come to the stage to compete can enter, and you, the future sect, will already have a hundred years of worry-free confidence." If these people get the opportunity but are still useless, in the hundred years after the revival of the aura, how can the Sima League Master find a few cultivation embryos, no matter how hard this abacus is played, it will not be a loss. ”

Sima Zhuo secretly smiled bitterly, this young man is not only superb in swordsmanship, but also amazing in his cultivation!

"Master Zhangshan, if the true sect is completed, I am willing to form an alliance with Mu Qiushan. ”

Zhang Muliu smiled and quipped: "Is there really a way for the leader of the Sima League to make these Jianghu people willing to bow down and be subordinate? ”

Sima Zhuo smiled slightly and said nothing, he didn't believe that once his last resort came out, there would be people who didn't want to join his side, and he didn't believe that Zhang Muliu would refuse to form an alliance with him after seeing that thing. If Zhang Muliu really refused, it means that he Sima Zhuo saw the wrong person.

Mo Ming stretched out his hand and touched Zhang Muliu, and said with a smile: "Here, this demon cultivator is also arrogant, and he doesn't hide the evil spirit on his body at all." ”

Zhang Muliu looked up and smiled slightly.

Na Luo Yu changed into a young man in purple, his face was extremely pale, and the weapon in his hand was the black flag.

There is no suspense about the outcome of the victory, and it is also hard work for Luo Yu to hold on for a pillar of incense time to win this game.

Luo Yu, who had changed into a purple-clothed boy, turned his head to look at Zhang Muliu when he jumped out of the ring, smiling playfully.

The young man in white pointed and made a gesture to wipe his neck, and then stopped looking.

Chi Huang still didn't wait for his opponent, so he looked at Zhang Muliu with a bitter face, "Senior, did you kill him?"

Zhang Muliu glared at him, and said angrily: "I'm full, why kill him?"

Chi Huang looked at Fang Liang again, the girl just glanced at him with a smile, and the man with the knife hurriedly turned his head.

Ji Chun covered his mouth and smiled.

A girl in a dark green dress and a long sword on her back looked at Zhang Muliu with dripping eyes, and stopped talking.

The young man had no choice but to say, "If you have something, just say it." ”

Fang Cong stepped forward, hugged Zhang Muliu's arm, and said coquettishly: "Master, master, can you let Sister Chi go in too?"

Zhang Muliu was silent for a moment and looked at Chi Chun, who had a faint voice in his heart, "Miss Chi, if you have a chance to live forever, are you willing to knock on the road of immortality? How to choose, you just have to answer in your heart. ”

The handsome woman dressed in black was horrified, and she realized that Zhang Gongzi was a martial arts master, this is obviously a fairy!

"If I had a chance to live forever, I would definitely give it a try. However, if I have to watch my brother die first, then I would rather be a mortal for the rest of my life. ”

Zhang Muliu nodded, and once again transmitted the voice to Chi Chun's heart, "Later, if your brother wins, you will go to the stage, and if your brother loses, you will not move." ”

Chi Chun nodded, turned his head to look at the man who was obviously his brother, but always had to be taken care of by his sister, and said in his heart: "Immortality is good, who doesn't want to live a little longer? ”

The monks who could see the past in this place already knew about their existence, so Zhang Muliu directly let go of his divine sense and went to find the young man in brocade who had beaten Fang Cong.

Compared with the bustle of Wudou Square, the charred black compound in the city, which used to be the headquarters of the martial arts gate, seems a little quiet.

There was a young man in brocade clothes sitting among the ruins, bowing his head deeply, smiling bitterly.

He said to himself: "The old guy turned out to have passed on the martial arts secret book to Chi Chun, no wonder he died so simply, he became a dead ghost before I came back to be a bad man." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly covered his face and choked up: "You always say that I am not angry, I have been outside for so many years, and I finally have the ability to compete for you, do you see it?"

A green-shirted figure appeared out of thin air, frowning as he looked at the burned courtyard with only char left.

The young man in brocade raised his head suddenly, wiped a handful of tears indiscriminately, and frowned: "Hurry up and get out, Lao Tzu is in a bad mood." ”

The clone in the green shirt smiled indifferently, and a puff of green smoke came to the young man, "I guess you know that the monk exists, and I can tell you that your family was killed by the monk." ”

This remnant of the land is clearly burned by real fire,

The young man in brocade turned his head and said in a trembling voice, "Really?"

Zhang Muliu nodded, but the young man in brocade laughed like crazy.

"Hahahaha! Monk, then what can I talk about revenge?"

The green shirt disappeared out of thin air, and only one sentence remained in the ears of the brocade-clothed young man, "Go and fight to the death with Chi Huang, make peace, and there will be hope for revenge." ”

Sima Zhuo from the high seat laughed to himself, because the young sword cultivator had just passed over and solved a big problem for him.

Whether it is the Divine Spear Sect, the Wind Pulling Sect, or other sects that have the opportunity to produce monks, they will each lead a city in the future, and they will continue to use the name of the previous sect, as long as they recognize Sima Zhuo, the sect master.

It seems that the disadvantages are extremely great, and it is possible that these sects will go their own ways and will not be ordered by Sima Zhuo. But a sect, at best, can produce two or three monks, and after a hundred years, the rest of the people are all dead, and they don't all have to join forces with him Sima Zhuo?

Of course, Zhang Muliu also has conditions.

You Sima Zhuo has become a sect, and you must build a ferry port on the east side of the sea at any cost, and in the future, whether the Muqiushan ferry will go to Juluzhou or Niuhezhou, it will be a transit place.

Sima Zhuo said that an island in the east can be used as a ferry, but there is an old dragon living on it, which is difficult to deal with.

Zhang Muliu didn't take this to heart, wouldn't it be good to call Long Da or Qing Ye to come at that time, maybe Mu Qiushan could still have more dragons to worship.

It was another life-and-death fight, Chi Huang took a deep breath, jumped into the ring, and Qian Yun also jumped into the ring, both of them made long knives.

Two well-known chivalrous knights fought to the death, and the whole square began to be lively.

Fang Shallot took his master's arm and said with a smile: "Do you want to have a tie?"

Zhang Muliu's face was silent, and he said softly: "It won't be like the Divine Spear Gate, these two people should fight to the death, and finally Qian Yun scolded Chi Huang and made it clear about the destruction of the door, and then made peace." ”

Sima Zhuo's voice sounded in his ears, and Zhang Muliu smiled at Fang Cong and said, "I'll go have a cup of tea, you guys watch first." By the way, go and ask who has the worst character, and then arrange for Chi Chun to confront that person. ”

After saying that, a hidden blue light flashed, and Sima Zhuo above also had a clone hiding his figure and leaving.

In the city lord's mansion, a green shirt was not confused, and he had already preconceived, set up a tea tray in a courtyard and began to make tea.

Sima Zhuo then arrived, shook his head and smiled: "Zhang Gongzi is so Yaxing, this tea set is not a bargain. ”

Zhang Muliu smiled indifferently, and said in his heart that it wasn't the tea set sent by Mo's, of course, it was expensive.

"Three questions, first, why did the leader of the Sima League have the confidence to let these people from various factions obey their orders? Second, who was the person Luo Yu went to see that night. Third, what is the character of that old Jiao, and has he done anything to hurt the heavens and reason. ”

Sima Zhuo laughed dumbly and quipped: "This is very different from the famous and famous people who are rumored to be famous now!"

The green-shirted swordsman just smiled and washed the teacup, but did not speak.

Sima Zhuo had no choice but to say: "The first thing, I am absolutely sure, and it will be good for Zhang Gongzi to look at it then." The reason why I am so sure is because I know that monks are different from Jianghu people, and most of us Jianghu people are chivalrous and courageous. Second, what Luo Yu went to see was a Legalist monk with a hidden head and tail, and he had a lot to do with Lao Jiao. As for that old Jiao, who claims to be a scholar, he will not do anything bad, that is, he has taken advantage of all the stubborn problems of scholars in the world. ”

Zhang Mu was stunned, handed over a cup of tea, and then said: "Alliance with me, there are a few things I have to tell you in advance, if you feel that you can't make it, it's not too late to regret it." ”

The middle-aged man took the teacup and drank it in three sips, and the young swordsman on the side said with a smile: "The leader of the alliance is a real gentleman, and he has three mouthfuls, and the world knows it, but he may not be able to do it." A real layman like me can finish it in one bite. ”

Sima Zhuo smiled helplessly, the rumor didn't say that the person in front of him was a man who talked a lot.

"Zhang Gongzi has something to say, I want to see what else can scare me besides death. ”

Zhang Muliu smiled indifferently, the tea is not very tasteful, and swordsmen like us should drink more happily. took out a pot of wine, drank it in small sips, and said with a smile: "There is a monk in Haigui Mountain, and I am already the kind that is immortal, and there is a mountain in Shengshenzhou, and there are immortals, which is almost the same." ”

The alliance leader was like eating a fly, his face began to stiffen, and he began to ponder in front of Zhang Muliu.

It looks a little too powerful, but Zhang Muliu thinks it's very good. It is better to make it clear in person than to feel a loss afterwards and make a stumbling block.

Zhang Muliu didn't speak anymore, and Sima Zhuo went to settle the account in his heart, no matter whether the result was good or bad, this friend could be made.

It's just a cup of tea, Sima Zhuo raised his head and looked at Zhang Muliu, his expression was quite serious, "Master Zhang, if you really let the two mountains be friends, I, Sima Zhuo, am willing to take this risk with you." ”

Zhang Muliu was slightly surprised, and wondered, "Why?"

Sima Zhuo smiled, looked at the increasingly green grass on the side, and said softly: "Zhang Gongzi is willing to help the wind faction to overturn the case, it is chivalrous, and I, Sima Zhuo, hope that in the future of the sect, everyone will still be from the rivers and lakes, and everyone will be chivalrous." ”

The green-shirted swordsman smiled slightly, took out a pill and threw it to Sima Zhuo, and said with a smile: "I promise you one thing, in the future, I can send a disciple with good character to Mu Qiushan, I will pass on his alchemy, but I will not accept the apprentice." ”

If someone dares to get on a thief ship, when he becomes the captain of the ship, he naturally has to express his expression.

The two then discussed their future plans, and inadvertently it was almost noon, Zhang Muliu put away the tea set, stood up, and said with a smile: "We have to go to fight too." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and their figures disappeared together.

Returning to the body of the white clothes, Zhang Mu turned his head to look at Chi Huang, who had a blue nose and swollen face, and then looked at Qian Yun, who was also swollen like a pig's head, and couldn't help laughing.

The one who fights with Chi Chun is a self-proclaimed amorous person, but he is actually a thief who does a lot of harm. Fang Cong lent Qingbai to Chi Chun, just with a wave of his hand, the man would lie on the bed for three months.

But Qian Yun took a big jump, and he only reacted at this time, it must not be the martial arts passed on by the old man in his own house, this is obviously an immortal method!

The fight in the morning, except for the life-and-death fight with the appointment, the rest are the kind of people who want to go up, seeing that it is almost over, Zhang Muliu patted his shirt, and a white dress stepped on the shoulders of the onlookers and walked forward, and there was a tumbling in the air and falling to the ground.

The young man with the sword on his back smiled and said, "Swordsman Zhang Beigu, please give me advice." ”

A middle-aged man rose from the crowd, roared to the ground in a gust of wind, made a double whip in his hand, hugged his fists and said: "Han Ou is here to teach." ”

The white-clothed swordsman smiled, and said in his heart, good guy, is it possible to steal the limelight from Sima Zhuo with this person?

In the distance, there was a woman in a dark green dress, not tall, sitting on an eaves looking at the white dress in the ring, and said to herself: "The stinky guy has finally fulfilled his dream." ”

Fighting the sword rivers and lakes and being a real chivalrous man has been an obsession of Zhang Muliu since he was a child, and this martial arts conference is indeed a dream come true.

A middle-aged man appeared out of thin air, followed by a little girl.

The curium porcelain man with the pseudonym Xia Dazhuang smiled and said, "Sect Master Li has to put him to death?"

The green woman is naturally Li Youer, that is, the so-called female Ai, that is, the true body of the woman Yun Mengze.

Li Youer turned his head and glanced at the man, pouted, "What benefits did that stinky guy give you, you have to come to help?"

Xia Dazhuang smiled, "I gave a few oil cakes, and a meal that tasted very good." ”

Xia Xiaocui leaned over, picked up a money bag and said softly: "There is a lot of money!"

Li Youer tilted his head and put his chin on his hand, and there was some complaint in his words, "Why do you think I will harm him? Will it be a good thing to let him become a real sword cultivator so early? What's more, if you want to marry me, you will marry me, and my wisp of soul has already given him my body." ”

Xia Dazhuang smiled coldly and sneered: "The reason why you are different from the creatures of all our races is that you are the same, do you know where the biggest difference is?"

The middle-aged man asked himself: "The biggest difference is that we are affectionate, and you are ruthless." ”

Li Youer sneered, "You people, you people, you have to draw a cage for yourself, and you don't want to get out of it for the rest of your life after getting in. ”

Xia Dazhuang frowned, and the young sect master grinned, and said softly: "Don't worry, I don't want him to die, or rather, I have a split soul that has not completely fused with me, and I am not willing to let him die." Also, I asked me to say thank you for me. ”

After that, he looked vigorously into the ring, and then pouted and muttered, "Big pig's trotters!"

A green figure disappeared in an instant, and went straight to Shengshen Continent, the sea wind that was originally very aimed at the human race, avoided this woman who crossed the continent alone.

Xia Xiaocui flashed her big eyes and said with a smile: "Big pig's trotters?"

The middle-aged man coughed, looking serious, "Let's just do him a favor in the future, we don't care about our private life." ”

In fact, Xia Dazhuang admired it in his heart, and said in his belly: "This kid is so fat, he dares to sleep with the ancient gods." ”

Zhang Muliu in the ring had an itchy nose for no reason, who the hell is behind this, who is behind me?

Zhang Muliu looked at the middle-aged man with a double whip in his hand, and asked with a smile, "Do you really want to let go of the fight with me?"

The middle-aged man who called himself Han Ou replied indifferently, "I'm not afraid to tell you, I don't have much to lose, I'm not afraid of you." ”

What can a dying person do if he enters that treasure land? It is better to leave a chance for his own family, even if he is not able to defeat the person in front of him, at least seriously injure him.

The young man in white put on a boxing fight and said with a smile: "Then I won't bully you, my fist is against the enemy." ”