Friday, October 29, 7 p.m., Jiuqu City Martial Arts Association Banquet Hall.

Round tables are arranged in an orderly manner, surrounded by six chairs, and a red carpet stretches from the doorway to the front of the "stage", dividing the hall in two.

Lou Cheng and other powerhouses walked slowly along the long carpet amid the constantly lit flashing lights and the dense sound of clicking.

Outside the gate, there were many security personnel, blocking the emotional crowd of onlookers from approaching.

With so many outsiders gathering, the security problem is actually insignificant, and no one will be stupid enough to attack this place unless a nuclear bomb is launched, but someone must maintain order and guard against those who fish in troubled waters.

As soon as he left the focus of the media, Lou Cheng, who was following Ning Zitong, saw Peng Leyun dressed in blue.

He was dressed in a combination of Taoist robes and practice clothes, and his state was relatively relaxed, as if he was in every corner of the iQue Hall.

"It's early. Lou Cheng smiled and said hello.

He looked left and right for a while, and did not find other powerhouses of the Shangqing Sect around Peng Leyun, including but not limited to the "Martial Saint" Qian Donglou.

Peng Leyun's eyes gradually cleared, and he smiled peacefully:

"It's you who came late. ”

After speaking, he shouted "Senior Luohou".

Ning Zitong bowed his head lightly and asked dignified and elegant:

"Martial Saint doesn't want to go out again?"

"Uncle Qian is like this, he doesn't like to socialize. Peng Leyun replied for His Holiness.

As we all know, although the "martial saint" Qian Donglou is a superlative figure who comes out once in a thousand years, he has a lazy temperament, can sit without standing, can lie down without sitting, has no interest in similar banquets, and is deeply troubled by the greetings and entertainment of a cadre, so he is often absent.

"What about the others?" Lou Cheng asked curiously.

Peng Leyun lost his eyes again, he didn't know what problem he remembered, and in the patient waiting of his friend, he finally smiled bitterly and said:

"They're not there yet......"

Immediately after, he explained: "Uncle Ancestor hates to take a plane, he came by high-speed train, wasn't it a continuous heavy rainstorm a few days ago? Many flights were canceled or delayed, and he didn't set off until today, while Uncle Yunyan and Senior Brother Minghe accompanied him, and now the representative of the Shangqing Sect is ...... alone."

Lou Cheng almost laughed, because Ning Zitong and Long Zhen were next to them, and they didn't say much to Peng Leyun, looking for the nameplate on the banquet table, and walked forward.

As soon as he walked for more than ten steps, Ning Zitong lowered his voice and smiled:

"Do you know why Yun Yan and Ming He have to accompany the people of Wuguang Dao?"

A thought flashed through Lou Cheng's mind in an instant, could this be the elderly version of Ren Li?

"You can't let the head of the faction go to the high-speed train alone, right?" he guessed hesitantly.

"Then leave it to the people from the Foreign Affairs Hall of the Shangqing Sect. Ning Zitong sneered, "The people of Wuguang Dao are not only afraid of taking a plane, thinking that it is a floating iron coffin, once they encounter a situation, they can't spread it, but they are also a head with a very weak sense of existence. ”

With Yun Yan and Ming He following, the organizing committee can at least remember that there are participants who have not yet arrived. ”

This can be said to be very distinctive...... Lou Cheng complained to himself, looked at it, and finally found the table card with his name written on it.

Just as he was about to get closer, another acquaintance came into his pupils, Ren Li wore straight black hair, and opened big eyes that seemed to be only available in comics, accompanying a woman in a white dress to pass by.

The woman did not apply fat powder, her face was facing the sky, and she had bangs that half covered her eyebrows, beautiful and refined, at first glance, she seemed to be only twenty-three or fourteen years old, but her eyes were deep, black as lacquer, and she had the taste of the world.

As a loyal fan of top professional competitions and title battles, Lou Chengcheng recognized who she was, the first-class powerhouse of Kongtong Academy, Ren Li's master, and Qi Ling, the "Shining Sun Sword".

From her appearance and dress, it is really difficult to see that she belongs to the generation with her own master, "Queen of Italy" Fei Dan, and the specific age is under her strong request, all kinds of information are unknown, but she must be in her fifties.

She has been in the professional competition for twenty or thirty years, and she always loses the opportunity to win the title by mistake, and so far she has no other honors except for a few championships between sects.

It is said that in the years when "Queen Luo" debuted, because of the same beautiful appearance and the same strength, she was always compared with her and was called "Xiao Qiling", which caused a grudge, and for a long time, she was the bitter master of "Queen Luo".

Seeing Ning Zitong, Qi Ling smiled lightly and said:

"Your dress is really interesting, colorful and colorful. ”

"Where, how can it compare to Qi's predecessor Qing Shui out of hibiscus, without a little dust, even the most ordinary dress can amaze the audience. Ning Zitong smiled and said, "It's just that I, as a former 'grandmaster', have to draw lots on stage later, so I have to be more formal." ”

She accentuated her tone on "former grandmaster" - she had won two titles, one "king" and one "grandmaster", but both of them were taken by the dragon king and the martial saint before the current generation.

Qi Ling's expression froze slightly, and then nodded with a smile:

"Then I won't delay you. ”

After speaking, she led Ren Li to the side, and during the whole process, the latter remained quiet and did not say a word.

After taking a few steps, Ren Li lowered her voice and asked:

"Master, who was that just now?"

"Ning Zitong of the Dragon and Tiger. Qi Ling replied in a flat tone.

Ren Li suddenly realized:

"I just said that the person next to her is very similar to Lou Cheng, it turns out to be him!"

I haven't seen her for nearly three months, and as a competent face blind, she is no longer familiar with Lou Cheng's appearance.

On the other side, it wasn't until he sat down at the dining table that Lou Cheng vaguely tasted the cynicism in the conversation between "Queen Luo" and Qi Ling just now.

They laughed at each other's old and pretty, like a witch, and "Queen Luo" completed the fatal blow with the title,

Khan, this conversation is like a monk playing a sharp edge......

Retracting his thoughts and looking around, Lou Cheng saw a strong man who had only been seen on TV in the past, some of them had been in the past ten or twenty years, and some had just broken through a few years, and they were rising rapidly, but their names were all familiar to them, and as for the faces, some of them had appeared on the posters they pasted in the bedroom.

At this time, at the door, a man with a height of more than one meter nine came in, he was wearing a rather close-fitting martial arts uniform, light white in color, mixed with dark red, woven with special materials, and between walking, showing masculine and powerful lines.

His sideburns are combed up, his black hair is tied in a bun common to ancient warriors, the silhouette is stiff, and his facial features are not handsome, but he has a kind of men's taste that looks at all directions, it is the chief of Yan Zhaotang, the martial artist of the "Queen Luo" Ning Zitong generation, the forty-four-year-old Dong Baxian.

Before the era of "absolute double pride", he had won four titles, two kings, a grandmaster, and a superproduct, and was called the "King of War", and was a highly anticipated powerhouse at that time, but unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time, and met the "Martial Saint" and "Dragon King", and in the next few years, when he was a freshman in Lou Cheng, he only got a grandmaster title.

However, he seems to have gradually adjusted his mentality, stepped out of the shadows, and in the past two years, he has made further progress and regained his brilliance, winning two titles in a row, last year's "Martial Saint", last month's "Qilin", there is a kind of courage that does not let the "Dragon King" and "Martial Saint" specialize in the front, and has become the "other" martial artist who has won the most titles in the peerless Shuangjiao era.

Different from the majesty of the "Dragon King" who does not smile, Dong Baxian smiled in his eyes, and talked and laughed with the strong people around him from time to time, they are members of Yan Zhaotang, with bright appearances and tactful demeanor, and they like to imitate the first-grade Lin Shuyao of the Wei and Jin Dynasty celebrities, and was called a strong person with the title of the future by Dong Baxian, and the second-grade Wang Qu, who was just twenty-nine years old, was only promoted for a year but made Wang Qu praise the third-grade Hu Shubai......

Retracting his gaze, Lou Cheng saw Li Hao, the chairman of the Jiuqu City Martial Arts Association, ascending the half-height platform and preparing to give a speech.

At this time, all the foreign powerhouses who were going to arrive arrived, and the door slowly closed, leaving only a few cooperative media outlets.

After several guests spoke, Li Hao, who is also the head of the organizing committee, said with a smile:

"This year, there are five new Wai Gang, and as an event for the purpose of cultivating martial arts masters, I would like to draw one of them to open the curtain of this competition......

In the first half of the year, it was Gou Wen of the Xuanwu Sect, Meng Liang of Shizhou Island, and in August of the second half of the year, Lou Cheng of the Ice God Sect, Peng Leyun of the Shangqing Sect, and Ren Li of the Kongtong Courtyard broke through successively in a few days, and it was the year with the most people jumping into the dragon gate in the past ten years.

This proposal was met with all the applause, and Li Hao asked the hostess to bring a large glass bottle, in which were placed five small balls, each with a tear, hiding the paper ball with the name written.

Not a third, a fifth probability...... The corners of Lou Cheng's mouth twitched, and there was a kind of intuition that it should be my instinct, and I watched Li Hao's senior take out a small ball, pull out the paper ball, and spread it out.

"Dragon and Tiger Club, Lou Cheng. Li Hao laughed.

Really...... Lou Cheng chuckled and shook his head.

"I invite the former grandmaster, 'Queen Luo' Ning Zitong to draw out Lou Cheng's opponent for us. Li Hao spread his hands and invited.

Ning Zitong stood up, Wanwan Tingting came to the stage, and took out the crumpled paper from another box.

Stretched out, staring at it, the corners of Ning Zitong's mouth slowly hooked, revealing a meaningful smile.

This made Lou Cheng's heart tremble, and he felt that this sign was not very good.

After a few seconds, Ning Zitong said in a clear voice:

"Wu Yue will ......"

I'm rubbing, it's a bad fate...... You won't fight with my senior sister, right? or a "clown"? Lou Cheng chuckled in his heart.

In a loose sense, Wu Yue will be regarded as his own teacher......

Hearing these three words, there was also a commotion in the venue, and everyone was full of interest.

Ning Zitong paused for two seconds and continued to announce:

"Xin Xiaoyue!"

Whew, it's okay...... Lou Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the Waigang powerhouse of the Wu Yuehui Han Sect, who only jumped over the Dragon Gate at the end of the year before last.

But she must not be underestimated, she can break through to Waigang after the age of thirty, there is no one in ancient times, and there is no more than five fingers at present, and she is one of them!