"Bang!Bang!"

While Li Haocheng was observing, there was also the sound of weapons colliding not far away.

Li Haocheng turned his head to look, and found that two young people were fighting in a ring, and the cultivation of these two young people was not very good, and they were only in their twenties, but the excitement of both sides of the battle, the enthusiasm of the surrounding spectators, and the rewards placed on the side made Li Haocheng secretly admire Yuan Qingyun's idea in his heart.

The forces of the rivers and lakes in this world are very interesting, basically closely linked to the temples, although they are not to the extent of not distinguishing each other, but many times the battles on the rivers and lakes are actually the needs of many political forces within this heaven and earth.

Therefore, although the martial arts conference is regarded as a common event in the rivers and lakes on the surface, in fact, except for a few top powers, most of the people who come to the rivers and lakes are just here to witness the event.

But Yuan Qingyun didn't think so, he took advantage of the convenience of his landlord to establish eight rings in Wuzheng Villa, allowing young heroes or heroes to compete on stage, no matter whether they won or lost, they could get a little gift from Wuzheng Villa. In this way, it not only greatly satisfied the young people's competitive mind, but also successfully sold a lot of favors to many people who came to participate in the martial arts conference.

Don't underestimate these scattered people, their existence is almost like some yellow-level heaven and earth, there are not too many low-level literati of the extraordinary power dynasty, although one or two have no influence, but after they are integrated, they have built the largest information transmission channel in this world.

And now, the martial arts conference is held in Wuzheng Villa, and Wuzheng Villa sells such a big favor to these low-level martial artists, so that they can show themselves on stage, which will inevitably make most of the Jianghu scattered people grateful to Dade, and the reputation of Wuzheng Villa will also be further in the future.

"Bell!" A loud noise came from the side, waking up Li Haocheng, who was thinking, raised his head again, the two young men who fought just now had already ended, and at this time standing on the stage was a monk, his hands were folded, and the thirty-two heavy qi on his body rose, entangled with each other and turned into a golden gangqi, with him as the center, it suddenly expanded, forming a huge ancient golden bell.

There are still looming Sanskrit words around the golden bell, and the monk is within three feet of the body, no matter how the young man with the mace in his hand on the opposite side wields the blade in his hand, it is only a little spark, but the other party has no way.

"Golden bell jar?" Li Haocheng was slightly surprised in his heart, but the next moment he shifted his gaze to the other side, where there was a powerful force rising.

"Hahahaha! Yuan Qingyun, I heard that you are holding a martial arts conference here, so don't you invite Ancestor to me?"

Like rolling thunder, the gods shouted from the sky, and then accompanied by a scorching flame cyclone from the sky, the surging tongue of fire and the huge waves fell, and the dozens of scattered people who stood there and couldn't avoid it, after letting out a scream, fell to the ground covered with burns.

In the middle of the vacated piece of land, there was a fierce and flame-filled man, and among them stood a lean old man, with long fiery red hair, and a terrifying momentum all over his body, and the tips of his hair danced slightly, like a burning flame.

"Red Flame Old Demon, how could he have the courage to break in alone!" A young man next to Li Haocheng recognized the identity of the person, and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, and then hurriedly covered his mouth, worried about being noticed by him.

Li Haocheng just shook his head at his performance, and continued to look in the other directions, where a powerful momentum erupted, overwhelmingly pressing towards Wuzheng Villa.

Where can the scattered people of the rivers and lakes gathered in the Wuzheng Villa withstand the coercion of these grandmasters and even the great grandmasters, one by one, they hugged their heads and scurried, Li Haocheng followed the crowd and forced back a few steps, and when several qi machines rose in the Wuzheng Villa, he regained his footing.

"Chiyan, what are you doing here?"

The voice fell, a figure rushed out of it, raised his hand is a punch, more than sixty heavy qi intertwined in mid-air, an illusory god of war phantom appeared in mid-air, the heaven and earth sounded a war song belonging to the Jin Ge Iron Horse, if there is nothing bloody air flow into the void, layers of fierce energy surging each other, like thousands of heavily armored iron horses charging into battle, forcing the surrounding rivers and lakes to retreat again.

"It's a good time!" "The Red Flame Old Demon laughed, his hands were lifted upward, and the blazing fire qi of the Dao Dao surged, and more than sixty heavy qi appeared, and a phantom of the fire god appeared behind him, and the two collided, and the powerful qi stirred up the surrounding land, and countless earth and stones, together with the covered grass and mud, were lifted up in one piece, and flew in all directions like a torrential rain.

These splashes contain the energy of the two, where can the Jianghu scattered people carry?

Just when the casualties were about to appear again, the monk who had cast the golden bell jar suddenly stepped forward, he first folded his hands, and the thirty-odd heavy aura that had been displayed soared again, reaching the level of forty-nine. Then his arms suddenly waved, and countless phantoms were shot out in an instant, as if he suddenly gave birth to a thousand arms, and the Dao energy was intertwined, turning into a Bodhisattva Dharma Appearance behind him, and a pale yellow light emerged from the Bodhisattva Dharma Phase, suppressing the surging energy around him, shattering the scattered earth, rocks and mud, and protecting the more than a dozen scattered people standing beside him.

"Little monk, if you want to save people, your strength is still a little worse!" A chuckle sounded from behind the monk, and then a fierce force that was silent but contained all kinds of weird breaths easily broke through the phantom of the golden bell that was about to take shape, and pressed on the back of the monk's heart, the person who was sneaking up on the attacker, ready to use his palm to break the opponent's heart.

A feminine finger rose from the side, pointing at his death point, the man's face changed slightly, and he quickly retreated, but he didn't want the finger strength to follow, and it was so varied that no matter how he escaped, he couldn't avoid it.

Secretly ruthless in his heart, the ruthless energy was intertwined between his hands, and with the dancing palms, he found that the opponent's feminine energy was just an illusory move, and the sneak attacker who fell into the empty place immediately knew that something was wrong. But before he could react, just like the monk just now, a palm suddenly stretched out from behind his back, which was also full of silent but containing countless changes of energy, and blasted into his body along with the palm.

After the qi entered the body, it traveled through the meridians around his body, constantly destroying, and the sneak attacker took two steps forward, blood continued to flow from his nose, and he turned his head to look at the person who made the sneak attack. I saw Li Haocheng, who had withdrawn his palm, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his gaze at him did not carry the slightest negative emotion, and his strange appearance made the people who sneaked up shock.

And at the moment when his mind was lost, a ray of clear light appeared in Li Haocheng's eyes, and through the staring eyes, he projected into the other party's sea of knowledge, and countless memories were turned into information streams and integrated into Li Haocheng's heart.

"I see!" Li Haocheng smiled, raised his hand again to draw circles in the void, and the layers of aura changed, stopping the continuous fist shadows, looking at the man standing behind him with a violent and evil, cold and hideous eight-armed demon god phantom, and said softly: "Your meeting gift is a little unbearable!"

When Chi Yuan Mengxing heard this, he roared angrily, and the momentum of the demon god phantom behind him skyrocketed, and he shot again.