In Haoran Building, there was first Wudang infighting, and then Huashan fighting, and in the end everything was blamed on the young man's ignorance, and he pressed it down awkwardly.

Fortunately, no one was killed.

The only one who suffered internal injuries was Zang Yushan, the head of Wudang.

Naturally, I won't make a big deal about my own family.

This good scene made everyone see the beginning, and then it came to an abrupt end.

Rong Peng knew that he couldn't resist the other party's team. Fortunately, although he is reckless, he is not stupid.

In addition to scolding two sentences, and no longer stepped forward.

Qiu Songhe, they naturally wouldn't pay attention to a young man's insults.

I saw Fang Zhongjin raise his wine glass again generously.

This time, everyone has seen his skills and knows that this person is extraordinary.

Master Chenghui, the abbot of Shaolin, praised him for becoming the first person in martial arts after 20 years.

Perhaps not all exaggeration.

More people raised their glasses one by one and toasted with Fang Zhongjin.

The monks of Shaolin Temple take the drinking ring on weekdays.

So this time, the Huashan disciples served all vegetarian wine.

Except for some indifferent alcohol flavors, even if you drink it, you won't get drunk.

With the permission of Master Chenghui's gaze, the monks raised their wine glasses one after another.

They each took a sip, and without much of it, immediately put down their glasses.

Rao is like this, and the monks of Shaolin Temple who are not low in status are all breaking the vows for Fang Zhongjin.

It can be regarded as giving Fang Zhong Jintian a big face.

Several members of the Wudang Sect knew that they were at fault this time.

They also took their glasses and drank them dry.

Even Zang Yushan, the head of Wudang, took a sip of his cup after finally relieving his breath.

He had just reintroduced his divergent internal qi to the right place, and he still needed to go back and slowly recuperate before he could recover.

As for the serious injury, it was not appropriate to drink, but Zang Yushan knew that he was at a loss, and he couldn't find a good opportunity to apologize, so he also took a sip.

Everyone saw that Zang Yushan's move was actually to give Fang Zhongjin a big face.

As a result, two-thirds of the people in the lobby had drunk with Fang Zhongjin.

Everyone was also quite surprised in their hearts, although many people toasted with Fang Zhongjin together, but together, this kid also drank nearly a hundred cups.

This kid's drinking power is amazing, and now he still looks like his face has not changed, and his eyes are calm and not confused.

I don't know how many more drinks I can drink?

To have such a volume of alcohol is nothing more than two situations.

One is talented, such as the Tatars and long-haired people in the north, where the weather is cold and freezing, and everyone has the ability to not get drunk with a thousand cups.

If you can't drink, you will freeze to death in the ice and snow.

The other is that the internal force is strong and unfathomable. Rely on internal force to suppress the strength of the wine.

There are even experts who can exsipate the power of alcohol from the pores of the body.

Everyone saw that this Fang Zhongjin was young, and his face was like a crown of jade, so naturally he was not mixed with Beidi's bloodline.

Thinking about it, he must be the second possibility, and after figuring out this layer, everyone's respect for Fang Zhongjin is even thicker.

It's just that in the end, one-third of them still refuse to touch the wine brought by the Huashan faction.

Qiu Songhe didn't force it. Seeing that everyone had drunk what should have been drunk, he said with a smile: "Because of the housework of my Huashan faction, it has been delayed for so long. Qiu was deeply ashamed.

To put it bluntly, all the heroes gathered here today in order to be able to bet on the competition of Shaolin, Wudang, and Huashan once in 20 years.

Qiu didn't dare to delay everyone's time any longer, so he asked everyone to go to the inner hall martial arts competition dojo with Qiu. ”

After saying this, everyone was in good spirits.

In fact, what Qiu Songhe said was neither right nor right. There are so many martial arts heroes, and they didn't come by themselves.

Instead, he was invited by Qiu Songhe in a daze.

But now that I have arrived here and know that I have the opportunity to participate in such a grand event, no one will care about the slightest reason for this star.

Everyone happily walked hand in hand and followed Qiu Songhe forward.

Even those who didn't end up drinking Fang Zhongjin toast.

Seeing that Qiu Songhe was the leader of a faction in the end, he did not show a trace of hesitation, and they were probably relieved.

Although between "the face of the Huashan faction" and "the possible retaliation of the imperial court", they repeatedly weighed and chose the imperial court.

But it didn't prevent this group of people from wanting to follow in and see the excitement.

Anyway, Qiu Songhe was generous and didn't tear his face with them, so he was still a guest of the Huashan faction.

After everyone came to the inner hall, they couldn't help but cheer for the wealth of the Huashan faction again.

Before everyone entered Haoran Tower, they still felt that the weather here was magnificent.

When I entered the hall and saw the hall where hundreds of people could sit, I secretly stretched out my thumb and admired.

When I go further inside, I really admire the design of this place.

It turns out that Haoran Building is built on the mountain, except for the building built by manpower on the outside, and when you go to the inside, it is built by relying on the huge natural recess wall.

This dojo is always more than a dozen zhang high, and nearly 10,000 people can sit in a radius.

And the empty dojo with such a magnificent height did not even use a single pillar.

I saw that more than 20 zhang above the dojo suddenly opened, and there was heavenly light shining overhead, illuminating the mountain wall that should be pitch black.

There are also many torches on the mountain wall, which shine with the sunlight, illuminating the hundreds of white futons on the ground.

This is such a magnificent dojo, but it has never been used by Huashan disciples in ordinary times.

As soon as everyone walked into this dojo, which was half a mountain wall and half a building, they could feel their own insignificance.

But only human beings can skillfully take advantage of this time and place to build such a magnificent dojo.

Many people suddenly had a pious and solemn mood in their hearts, and they were led by the disciples of Huashan to sit on white futons one by one.

After hundreds of people were seated, everyone still felt that this dojo was unusually empty.

Even if someone coughs, there is an echo.

Qiu Songhe looked at everyone's expressions, and couldn't help but feel proud in his heart.

This ashram was built by his master before his death.

At that time, Huashan was not as prosperous as it is now, and there were only a few hundred disciples.

The master's last wish was to hold the Three Factions Conference here.

Twenty years ago, Qiu Songhe lived up to his master's expectations, and finally won the competition on Wudang Mountain and won the championship.

Twenty years later, he was able to fulfill his master's last wish, and he was the host of the banquet here.

This moment belongs to both Qiu Songhe and his master.

Qiu Songhe turned his eyes to look at Fang Zhongjin standing beside him.

This person is young, and his kung fu is no less than that of himself back then.

Compared with the young people sent out by the other two gates, it is also better.

If there is the next meeting of the three factions, it will definitely be held here.

Pity!

There will be no next competition. This dojo, which exhausts the manpower and material resources of Huashan, can only be used once today.

Qiu Songhe sighed shallowly, but then showed a smile that he didn't even notice.

I saw that his eyes were shining, and he walked between the futons with his hands.