Suddenly, some people came in from the gate of the Nangong compound......

"Who are these people?" asked the audience.

Lu Jing on the side saw it, and her eyes froze. "They are...... Mongols!" Lu Jing suddenly said sternly.

Fruitfully walking in the front were two naked men who were taller than Wang Dasheng and strong. Behind the Han were two columns of Mongolian soldiers, followed by Wang Dasheng.

"What does this guy Wang Dasheng want to do?" On the other side of the field, Xiao Tian couldn't help asking, and at the same time, he was worried that Wang Dasheng would have some conspiracy.

Su Jia looked at it fixedly, and saw that Wang Dasheng's eyes were still cold and ruthless, but there were two strange smiles on the corners of his mouth......

"What do they want to do?" Li Yuru, who was disguised on the other side, was also puzzled.

Zhao Zichuan thought for a while, looked at Wang Dasheng's incomprehensible expression, and his expression immediately became serious: "I don't know, but, there will definitely be nothing good happening......

Two Mongolian strong men, plus two columns of soldiers, entered the Nangong compound, and all the martial arts people set their eyes on them. The two big men showed fierce eyes, like evil spirits reincarnated in hell. However, the leader Wang Dasheng did not let them do anything, but just let his people stand aside.

"This guy said that he would have a so-called 'aftershow'......" Lu Jing's eyes have not relaxed, she thinks the same as Zhao Zichuan, and is also worried about what Wang Dasheng may have conspiracy...... No, definitely!

Wang Dasheng wiped a strange smile, and ordered all the departments to rectify and rest on the side, and then there was no more order...... Seeing that Wang Dasheng didn't do anything, he just entered the compound to watch the martial arts competition, thinking that he could check them one by one at the door just now, so he didn't care too much about their every move, and continued to hold the kendo tournament project......

"The next group of duels, Mingyun, a disciple of the Kongtong faction, will fight Yueli, a disciple of the Emei faction!" There was a sound of a competition on the stage again, this time the duel, the two sides were Mingyun of the Kongtong faction and Yueli of the Emei faction.

"The Kongtong faction didn't send a master to participate in the competition this time, I'm afraid it's the disciples of the Emei faction who win this time......" Li Yuru whispered on the side.

"Didn't you fight her before?" Zhao Zichuan added on the side, "At the very least, you should know that Emei sect disciple named Yueli. ”

"That's right......" Li Yuru responded, "But she didn't use much martial arts at that time, and almost all of the people who chased and killed me yesterday were Hua Ling and Lan Xin, I don't know how powerful that disciple named Yueli is, let alone that Mingyun......

On the stage of the competition, Mingyun, a disciple of the Kongtong faction, was the first to stand on the stage......

"Hua Ling, tell Yueli to get ready......" Ao Jingshi, the head of the Emei faction, said coldly to Hua Ling beside him.

"Yes, Master!" Hua Ling replied in an echo, "I'll tell Yue to leave and prepare...... So, Hua Ling turned around and went to find Yue and left......

Mingyun on the stage saw that his opponent Yueli was not playing for a long time, so he said impatiently: "Why didn't the Emei disciple come out, he won us in the first few games, and now he is like a turtle with a shrunken head, hiding in his shell and tasting the fruits of victory?"

is so debauched and uninhibited, of course, the Emei disciples in the audience are very unhappy. But they were also anxious, and it seemed that Yueli hadn't played until now for some reason......

"Yueli, hurry up, it's your turn to play!" On the side of the Emei faction, Hua Ling found his fellow disciple Yueli and hurriedly urged.

Yueli seemed embarrassed and said, "Senior Sister Hualing, my sword ...... Yesterday when I was chasing Li Yuru...... Gone......"

"Why are you ...... at this time" Hua Ling saw that her junior sisters were lost, and she couldn't say anything, so she hurriedly said, "Forget it, don't care, hurry up and use the swords of other junior sisters......"

"Okay......" Yueli quickly replied, then borrowed a sword casually and ran towards the competition platform......

"Hmph, I'm so scared that I don't dare to play......" Mingyun first let go, and then said to the pronouncing person next to him, "If you don't play for a long time, you should declare that the other party loses, right?"

"Well...... this one," the pronouncing officer was also thinking about it.

"This month, why is your movement so slow today?" Ao Jing Shitai also said worriedly, although she was strong in martial arts, she couldn't afford to lose her disciple's face like this......

Wang Dasheng looked at such an unexpected situation on the stage, sneered, and then said: "I didn't expect that this Central Plains Han people also have the habit of being indecent...... Hmph, just in time, let's start our 'aftershow' early......"

"What do you mean by ......," the attendant next to him asked.

Wang Dasheng intervened with both hands and said: "Tell Dadar Mutu to go up for a while......" After speaking, Wang Dasheng glanced at a strong man beside him.

Dadar Mutu on the side seemed to understand what Wang Dasheng meant, so he grinned, his huge teeth were exposed, his expression suddenly became fierce, and then he quickly stood up from his seat......

"Since the Emei disciple didn't enter on time, then ......," the pronouncer continued, "then I declare that the winner of this battle is ......"

Mingyun smiled lightly on the stage......

"Bang-" Suddenly, a big man behind Mingyun stepped directly on the platform from the air with two feet--this person was Dadar Mutu. At this time, he was looking at Mingyun viciously.

At this moment, Yueli hurriedly ran to the side of the competition platform. Yueli looked up and saw that there was suddenly a strange naked man on the platform. Aojing Master on the side saw Yueli who was in a hurry, and said angrily: "Hmph, it's still such a procrastination to do things, you now know that I haven't let your rank exceed Zhuyun, which is worse than yours, right?"

Yueli adjusted her breathing and hurriedly explained, "No, Master...... Yesterday, when I was chasing and killing Li Yuru...... Lost the sword...... That Li Yuru is really, it's too tricky......"

"Hmph, it's Li Yuru again......" Master Aojing sneered, "I will definitely let her die under my sword herself......"

What suddenly appeared on the stage was not Yueli, a disciple of the Emei faction, but a Mongolian man who was more than nine feet tall, and everyone in the audience was even more unbelievable...... Especially Ming Yun, a disciple of the Kongtong faction who was standing on the stage and preparing for a duel, saw this "behemoth" in front of him, Ming Yun's feet began to tremble a little, and the arrogant momentum just now was long gone......

"This Wang Dasheng, is this what he said about the 'aftershow'......" Lu Jing muttered to herself on the side.

And Tang Zhan, who was beside him, saw it, and his eyes were even more focused on the stage - just now Wang Dasheng told him something that brought back painful memories, and Tang Zhan wanted to know what he wanted to happen next......

The pronouncer stood aside dumbfounded, not knowing what to say, and looked back at the host of the kendo conference, Nangong Luo, the head of the Nangong family, with a hesitant face. Seeing this scene, Nangong Luo seemed to be a little wrong, so he said righteously to Wang Dasheng opposite: "General Wang, what does this mean?"

Seeing the somewhat hot scene, Wang Dasheng got up from his seat, and then sneered: "Hmph, the kendo conference is organized by our Mengyuan Imperial Court, how can the martial arts competition be without us...... I have always heard that there are many martial arts masters in the Central Plains, and all of them are deeply hidden. Today's people are not talented, and they are willing to pick one or two Mongolian masters, and they are one or two higher than the martial arts masters, I don't know if it is possible?"

When Nangong Lu heard this, he seemed to be a little hesitant. First of all, this kendo conference was approved by the Mengyuan Imperial Court, if they don't agree, maybe they will do something, maybe the martial arts warriors here will be threatened, if they do, they won't know what conspiracy they will have, but when things are messed up, it's not easy to explain to the martial arts celebrities...... Now even Nangong Lu is in a dilemma and at a loss......

However, just when everyone in the audience was hesitating, a voice suddenly sounded on the stage: "No problem, I also want to try how many catties and two ...... Mongolian Tatars are" is Mingyun, at this time, in the face of the oppressive pleas of the Mongols, Mingyun actually did not avoid fighting, and his tone was hard.

Hearing such inferior words from Kongtong's disciple Mingyun, Dadar Mutu was even more angry, his face was pale, as if he wanted to tear Mingyun alive.

"Wang Dasheng, what does he want to do......" Xiao Tian, who had been relieved on the sidelines, couldn't help but secretly say in his heart.

Su Jia kept looking at her every move in front of the stage, and she didn't want to say a word, she just looked at the ...... motionless

Mingyun's sudden speech interrupted everyone's hesitation. Nangong Lu, who was originally presiding over the overall situation on the side, couldn't make up his mind, but it was Mingyun's words that completely left everyone with no other choice......

"Mingyun, can you do it yourself?" The disciples of the Kongtong faction who were in the audience couldn't help but worry when they saw their fellow disciple Mingyun speaking so outrageously on the stage, and even had the intention of offending the Mongols.

Seeing the big man who was more than nine feet tall opposite, Mingyun was actually a little nervous. But thinking that he couldn't lose face in the martial arts celebrities, and forgave himself for being a famous disciple, he still responded with a little confidence: "Don't worry, it's okay, don't look at the other party's strength, maybe it's just a bluff, and you don't have much skill......"

Even though Mingyun said that, the fellow disciples in the audience were still a little worried. Wang Dasheng looked at Mingyun on the stage so daringly, smiled coldly, and said secretly in his heart: "Hmph, I'll let you become the first victim of the aftershow......"

On the competition platform, Dadar Mutu glared at Mingyun angrily, especially after listening to Mingyun's unabashedly words just now, he wanted to teach this guy who didn't know the height of the sky with his own hands...... However, after waiting for a long time, Dadar Mutu did not make the first move. Wang Dasheng saw it below, and said with a cold smile: "Dadaer, you don't have to use all your strength, just let that kid taste the bitterness." ”

As soon as Wang Dasheng's words came out, all the martial arts people in the audience were angry. And Mingyun, who was standing on the opposite side, was even more furious when he heard this, where could he endure it? I saw that Mingyun couldn't bear it anymore, raised his right hand, drove in front of him, and shouted: "Mongolian Tartar, Hugh is rampant, eat my palm!"

Swift Shadow's pace flashed, and a move of the Kongtong faction's "Soul Chaser Palm" slammed in. And Dadar Mutu looked at Mingyun with murderous eyes, but he didn't make any moves, and he didn't even dodge...... The empty palm attacked, and the "Soul Chasing Palm" struck Dadar Mutu in front of the abdomen...... What makes people unbelievable is that the powerful "Soul Chasing Palm" of the Kongtong faction hit Dadar Mutu in front of his abdomen, but Dadar Mutu did not react, and it was not painful.

However, Dadar Mutu still didn't make any action to fight back, and Mingyun slapped Dadar Mutu in front of the abdomen, but it had no effect, and he himself was surprised. Seeing that Dadar Mutu didn't have any reaction action, Mingyun exchanged his palm for a fist, and turned to a "soul chasing fist", and hit it with two punches.

After Dadar Mutu's punch, he still didn't seem to be doing anything, just sliding a few steps back. And Mingyun saw Dadar Mutu who was doing nothing, thinking about how strong the Mongolian strong man in front of him was, and he was unharmed by the soul-chasing martial arts of the Kongtong faction, and his heart became more and more nervous.

Sure enough, after Dadar Mutu punched, he roared angrily, startling Mingyun in front of him. Immediately after, Dadar quickly grabbed Mingyun with one hand, and then punched him with the other.

The Mongolian big man's fist was like a casserole, and he hit Mingyun in the stomach hard. Before Mingyun could scream, a mouth full of blood poured out, and the whole person was almost faint.

When Wang Dasheng saw it, he smiled coldly: "Hmph, Dadar, let this Han man have a long memory, and on our territory, don't speak wildly!"

Dadar nodded back, then lifted the half-paralyzed Mingyun and punched Mingyun in the chest again. Mingyun was hit hard again, and the whole person flew far away, Zuihou fell to the other end of the platform, blood spilled all the way, and it is estimated that he will never wake up again......

Seeing such a bloody scene, everyone present was terrified. However, the disciples of the Kongtong faction saw that their fellow disciples died tragically at the hands of the Mongols, and they could not bear it, so they swarmed towards the competition platform.

"Mongolian Tartar, what are you doing?" "Killing others in broad daylight, do you still have any humanity?" "Stinky Tartar, I'm going to fight with you!" Everyone in the audience was angry.

"Master, aren't you going to stop it?" On the side of the Emei faction, Hua Ling couldn't help but ask.

Ao Jing Shi Tai's face did not change and said: "First of all, no matter what the morality of the rivers and lakes says, it is the guy named Mingyun who is arrogant and arrogant, and Zuihou has learned the lesson he deserves......;

Hua Ling listened and was silent on the side......

Lu Jing saw the tragic situation in front of her, and remembered everything that happened in the Caiyun Restaurant yesterday, although this time it was not directly from Wang Dasheng's hand, but it was also provoked by Wang Dasheng. Looking at the blood and chaos in front of her, Lu Jing gritted her teeth, but she was powerless.

Tang Zhan looked at the tragic situation in front of him, and his heart was really like a knife: "What Wang Dasheng said, is it for me to see this......? Seventeen years ago, when my father destroyed my Tang family, it was also ...... Mongolians, fathers, weishenme, weishenme will be like this in the world today, will it be ...... This look...... "Every time Tang Zhan saw a tragic scene, his heart would feel like he had been cut.

Xiao Tian saw the miserable situation in front of him, and he was even more angry in his heart, thinking that he really wanted to rush up and break Wang Dasheng's body to pieces now. Su Jia looked at it, she and Tang Zhan had similar thoughts: "If it was Chen Shijin, he would do the same, I would definitely not spare him......" Su Jia's hand clenched the ghost knife on her waist, she was usually calm, but now when she saw the blood in front of her, she couldn't help but want to avenge the Kongtong faction......

Zhao Zichuan, who was on the other side, saw it, and his heart was already so angry that he couldn't calm down. However, he turned his head and noticed Li Yuru beside him - Li Yuru was holding a leather whip in one hand and a long sword in the other. Only then did Zhao Zichuan think that Li Yuru was the "Hibiscus Woman" praised by everyone in Yangzhou, who specially fought grievances for the people and taught many Mongolians a lesson...... Now seeing the situation in front of her, Li Yuru must not be able to help but go up......

"Miss Li, calm down!" This time, it was Zhao Zichuan who put down his anger first and reminded Li Yurudao.

Li Yuru said with murderous eyes: "The Mongolian Tatars have brutalized our people in the Central Plains, and they have been like this for a hundred years. They are simply inhumane, I must go and clean them up with my own hands and avenge our Central Plains people!"

"You can't solve the problem if you go up like this......" Zhao Zichuan thought that Li Yuru had finally dressed up and hidden, and if he went so rashly, there would definitely be a danger of being targeted by the Emei faction. However, at present, the Mongols are brutalizing the people of the Central Plains for no reason, and the top priority is not to consider their own personal safety...... Zhao Zichuan was also conflicted at this time......

There was already a pot on the table...... Several Kongtong disciples came up at the same time, ready to draw their swords and want to kill Dadar Mutu. But Dadar Mutu relied on the tall man and the big horse, and waved his fists and feet unscrupulously in the center of the field. Dadar Mutu was a Mongolian master personally selected by Wang Dasheng, so naturally he could deal with these idle disciples of the Kongtong sect who were not very famous...... It didn't take long for there to be another burst of screams on the field--Dadar Mutu even opened the killing ring, killing and injuring many Kongtong disciples with a few punches and kicks, and the stage was suddenly drenched in blood......

Wang Dasheng saw it in his eyes, but at this time, he was thinking about how to lure Su Jia out. "If the thief saw the scene in front of him yesterday, he would definitely not be able to help it......" Wang Dasheng sneered, and said secretly in his heart, "Hmph, if you dared to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion alone yesterday, the thief must be very courageous, presumably when he sees this today, he will definitely not stand idly by......"

Sure enough, at this time, Su Jia was already angry in her heart, and she could hardly bear it anymore. The more she saw such a scene, the more Su Jia thought of what Chen Shijin had done at the foot of the Wind Chasing Sect Mountain in the past. Su Jia's ghost knife was already half unsheathed, and at this time, she didn't seem to take the danger of being discovered to heart, and just wanted to rush up and slaughter those Mongolian Tartars who killed the Han people now......

As the presiding officer of the conference, Nangong Luo naturally couldn't stand idly by. Taking advantage of the fact that the people in the audience who had not completely broken out of the Kongtong faction, Nangong Lu performed light skills, jumped to the front of the competition platform in one step, and then hit Dadar Mutu with a move of "Hongyun Palm". Seeing this, Dadar Mutu blocked it with both hands, and then was shocked back several steps by Nangong Lu's powerful internal force. Immediately afterwards, Nangong Lu jumped in front of many Kongtong disciples and prevented them from continuing to cause chaos.

Dadar Mutu was hit by Nangong Luo's acquaintance, his chest ached faintly, and his mouth was full of dirty words, so he wanted to rush up and teach Nangong Luo a lesson. "Dadar!" Wang Dasheng's voice suddenly came from behind him.

When Dadar Mutu heard Wang Dasheng's order, he immediately stopped and looked back. Wang Dasheng continued: "Just teach a lesson, don't worry too much about these Han people...... Wang Dasheng seemed to want to say a few words face-to-face with Nangong Luo.

Dadarmutu nodded, then stopped, but his eyes were still glaring at the other side.

"You brutally killed our people, zuihou will be over with a sentence of 'don't care too much'?" another Kongtong disciple shouted unjustly behind him.

Nangong Lu raised his right hand, and immediately stopped the disciples of the Kongtong faction who were about to break out again, and motioned for himself to go and negotiate with Wang Dasheng in person.

Wang Dasheng saw that Nangong Luo wanted to negotiate in person, so he said to the guards beside him: "You guys are guarding here, I will come to meet Nangong Lu when I go to ......."

"Yes, General!" replied the guard. Then, Wang Dasheng stood up from his seat and slowly walked in the direction of the competition platform.

Seeing this, Nangong Luo also took two steps forward, looking at Wang Dasheng who was walking slowly......