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A meeting lasted for several days and did not end until the night of 13 July, when no unifying outcome was discussed.

Bai Qian was bored and quit early.

He originally thought that he could compete with him with a sword, but who knew that he would be caught without fighting, and Bai Qian was very sorry in his heart.

Although the Nether Swordsman has a great reputation, in terms of quantity, any centurion in the Xiling Ye army killed more people than him.

The vast majority of people in the martial arts are not strong enough to ask him to kill them personally.

The Nether Swordsman kills people, and he looks very casual, from martial arts leaders to peddlers and pawns, he kills them all. I can't find any rules, and I can't see any motives.

However, because he was too powerful and he was not caught with a handle, everyone in the martial arts thought that he was simply a murderer, and he would cut down bloodthirsty demons when he saw people. Even everyone is in danger, and they all want to kill him early so that they can sleep peacefully.

People are always afraid of the unknown, and if the unknown existence still has otherworldly strength, it will be even more terrifying.

Whether or not he did real harm to them, it would create a situation where everyone was united against him.

Either win over and become an idol, or oppose and become a corpse.

There is no golden mean, and they are destined to not live in harmony.

These are all things that Bai Qian can't understand, just as he can't understand that when the tigers and wolves live in the mountains and have not harmed human lives, there are countless people who want to kill them.

That night, Bai Qian slipped out to drink and watch the wind by himself as usual. In the city of Liangzhou, all the restaurants have gathered heroes from all over the world, and the storyteller's shocking wood is shooting loudly, but what he tells is without exception the story of the ghostly swordsman doing evil.

People were filled with righteous indignation when they heard it, as if they had already regarded him as a public enemy of martial arts.

After walking through four or five restaurants, I finally found an empty table, and Bai Qian ordered wine and food to sit by the window.

The night market has already opened, and outside the heavy building, the lights and voices shine together.

Liangzhou City, it must be rare to be so lively.

After a few glasses of wine, Bai Qian's mind was slightly in a trance, the Liangzhou that was full of sorrow in the past is gone, and it has been replaced by such a prosperous and lively business resort, all of which is not bad, but Bai Qian is inexplicably a little sad.

In the past, the aged delicacies sealed with red mud were still buried deep in the ground and slowly fermented, but he was the only one left who made wine. Today's wine is no thicker than the mellow of moonshine, and it is a hot pain in the throat.

Drink until the middle of the moon, when the figure is sparse, Bai Qian got up and left. The storytellers and the spectators have almost dispersed, and although the story is wonderful tonight, people still remember to recharge their energy and wait for tomorrow to see the demeanor of killing gods in the martial arts.

July 14 was a sunny day, but the wind was a little strong, and when I passed through the rocks, I whined like a ghost.

The location of the martial arts conference is located on the top of a mountain outside the city that belongs to Wusheling Mountain, which is bare and full of stones, and the top has been flattened to become a large natural flat land.

In previous years, if anyone was preparing for a martial arts competition in this vicinity, they would come up to this mountain. The location is desolate, there are no people, and it is suitable for using knives and guns without accidental injury.

The mountain is called Luoguiling, and the name is gloomy and miserable.

Although the competition between the people of the rivers and lakes is always up to the point, it is inevitable that there will be ruthless characters, and they will not give up until the other party loses, and some people refuse to admit it when they lose, so they kill the person who wins.

The dead were pushed down the cliff on the other side of the mountain and fed to the crows and wild dogs. It also achieved the name of this Fallen Ghost Ridge.

And the living person naturally has the right to speak, and the truth becomes what he says.

The natural platform on the top of the mountain will also witness this year's martial arts conference after witnessing countless life-and-death battles. Simply surrounded by a circle of wooden stakes on the field to distinguish the audience, how to say that this martial arts conference is also a martial arts event held every four years, and there are always more people who watch the excitement than those who participate.

The news was released early, Wudang caught the Netherworld Swordsman this time, and he was deeply proud of his achievements, and he was bound to win the position of the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance this time.

Lu Qian, the leader of the martial arts alliance who was decided last time, is sitting at the top at the moment, controlling the entire martial arts conference.

Lu Qian named the three main contents of the conference:

First, determine the next martial arts alliance leader and select it by competition.

Second, convict the Nether Swordsman.

Third, it is up to the newly elected Martial Arts Alliance Master to decide what to do with the Nether Swordsman.

Of course, Lu Qian would not tell the onlookers that they had held a meeting for a few days, and they did not discuss a way to deal with the Nether Swordsman. It's just that he will definitely die this time. Since no one is convinced, let the newly appointed martial arts alliance leader decide. Lu Qian himself also wanted revenge, but he was too lazy to offend others.

The kung fu of various sects on the rivers and lakes is huge, so the rules of the competition at the conference are relaxed, weapons are picked at will, hidden weapons are thrown at will, but the referee or the audience is immediately judged to lose.

Another rule is that poison cannot be used.

The Tang Sect has never been the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, and they have never been convinced by this. In order to appease Tang Men, a referee seat was reserved for them. After all, you can't offend those who use poison, otherwise one day the Tang Sect will be unhappy, and it will not be good to throw some poison into everyone's meal.

At this moment, Luo Qiufu was sitting in the referee's seat, leisurely drinking tea.

It's about the same as when Bai Qian first saw it, and he was still dressed in bright red, which was very eye-catching.

Luo Qiufu also saw Bai Qian and bowed his head slightly to say hello.

Behind her stood two lean young men, both of whom should be disciples of the Tang Sect.

Bai Qian searched for a long time with his eyes, but he didn't find Xie Menglan's figure. Shang Lu behind him touched Bai Qian with his hand, obviously having the same question.

After three drums, the host walked up to introduce the process of the conference.

The underground contestants were impatient one by one, and they couldn't wait to throw a few hidden weapons to drive this goods down.

The host is a short, fat middle-aged man, and he doesn't resist that kind at first glance.

After a long day of talking about the rules and procedures, Rory finally got to the point of interest.

He said, next, let's take a look at the Nether Swordsman captured by the Wudang Sect.

The crowd was boiling for a while, and the shouting and scolding were higher and higher.

As soon as people came, they also saw a wooden stake erected on the west side opposite the referee's table, and they could vaguely see a person tied to it, but the whole body was tightly covered with a black cloth, and it was not clear to see.

Everyone's eyes followed the host's steps to the stake, and they almost guessed that behind the black cloth was the terrifying Netherworld Swordsman on the rivers and lakes.

Although Bai Qian is also looking forward to it, he always feels that it is not appropriate for everyone to look at him like a monkey.

The black cloth was uncovered from the bottom up, and people first saw the hem of Gebu's deep clothes, but they couldn't see anything famous.

Then I saw the waist and saw some uneven breasts, which did not match what everyone imagined.

At first, everyone thought that he was a sturdy person, nine feet tall, and as strong as an ox, and some thought that he was sturdy and not burly enough to see a doctor, but he was full of strength, and he never thought that he would be as slender as a woman.

When the black cloth was completely removed, people saw his face, to be precise, her face, a delicate and small melon seed face, although there was a lot of dirt and black, but the white and tender skin that could still be seen was really a woman.

The crowd was so shocked that they lost their hustle and bustle, isn't it, no one in the martial arts has ever escaped the killing god in front of him, is it a woman?