Zuo Lengchan's throat was crushed, and his staring eyes were full of unwillingness, but his tall corpse fell helplessly.

Facing the surrounding spectators, they shouted: "Wuyue Alliance Leader, Ling Hu Chong! Wuyue Alliance Leader ......" and so on, Ling Hu Chong was entangled in one thing in his heart: "In this sword competition sent by the Wuyue Alliance, I really won the handsome, but it is natural to be the leader of the Wuyue Alliance." But I only wanted to destroy Yue Buqun and Zuo Lengchan before, and wander freely. ”

"But when I become the leader of the Wuyue Alliance, I have a burden, and I have to work hard for the development of the sect, so it doesn't make any sense! If I announce the dissolution of the Wuyue Merger Sect now, wouldn't it make many people present lose face, and I am definitely a villain who has gone back on my word?"

Linghu Chong's heart turned: "It's like, after beating the gong and drum, the main play has already begun, but my singer is not good at singing, and the people watching the play will definitely be dissatisfied and coaxed." ”

After a few breaths, Ling Hu Chong had quite an expedient measure, that is, to be the leader of the Wuyue Alliance for the time being, wait for ten days and a half months, and then find an excuse to disband the Wuyue Sword Sect and change back to the five factions as before.

Presumably, without Zuo Lengchan, a hero, and Yue Buqun, a hypocrite, there would be no careerists in the Wuyue Sword Sect.

Even if there are sinister rising stars, their strength is far inferior to Zuo Lengchan and Yue Buqun.

The Shaolin abbot mobilized his internal strength and announced loudly: "The Wuyue Sword Sect is more handsome than the sword." Ling Fox Shaoxia won the championship in one fell swoop, and since then he has become the head of the Wuyue faction, and Lao Qu and Chongxu Dao Chang testify here. The world's heroes are also witnessed!"

Qunhao still shouted and made noise for a while, and finally under the illumination of the moonlight, he dispersed overnight and walked down Songshan.

After all, the Songshan faction doesn't care about eating and living, and since it has seen the excitement here, it is only necessary to drink the northwest wind if it does not disperse. On the way home, the warriors from all walks of life talked about it.

Some people think that Ling Hu Chong's swordsmanship is outstanding, and he is decisive in killing, and he is really a peerless swordsman.

Some people think that the famous Songshan Zuo Lengchan and Huashan gentleman Jianyue Buqun are dead, which is really a good death. They are just gloating, they have long been jealous of the fame of Yue Buqun and Zuo Lengchan, and today they saw their tragic deaths, and these people are secretly having fun behind their backs.

At this time, Ling Hu Chong was still standing in the ring, looking at the blood-stained Fengzen platform, and looking up at the group of heroes who had dispersed in a hurry, he couldn't help but sigh: "The so-called martial arts conference and other gatherings are just a farce, for a false name and meaningless interests, many people with wisdom and outstanding martial arts are willing to pour their blood. And the so-called group of heroes are also brainless spectators, if there are no such spectators, can such a martial arts conference still be held?"

For some reason, an inexplicable tiredness rose in Ling Hu Chong's heart. Quite tired of such battles, to be honest, Ling Hu Chong does not reject adventures and bloody fights. But fighting and fighting for the so-called alliance leader like this made Hu Chong really tired of it.

Ling Hu Chong thought about it for a while, thinking that his boredom with this was not because of how noble he was, but because he thought of a very important reason: "If the final winner today is Yue Buqun or Zuo Lengchan, and I have just become a corpse, I will become the laughing stock of the spectators, and the talk after dinner." Besides, in a few years, how many people will remember me? And even if they do, what's the point?"

In short, Ling Hu Chong felt that he couldn't work hard in the future, and let others watch a good show.

Ling Hu Chong shook his head, no longer thinking nonsense, if he continued to think like this, it was estimated that he would have schizophrenia.

At this time, Qinglong came over and said with a smile: "Master Linghu, why are you not happy at all after winning, looking up at the bright moon here, brewing poetry?"

Ling Hu Chong turned his head and smiled lightly, and said, "I'm just fighting two masters in a row, and it's hard to calm down. Let's go, get some wine. ”

"Now Brother Linghu, you are the head of the Wuyue Sword Sect, and this Songshan Sect is also your foundation. Presumably, there is a lot of wine stored here, isn't it okay to let your subordinates take the wine feast?" Qinglong said: "Thank you so much for avenging me and killing Yue Buqun." We're going to have to drink 300 cups!"

"We two brothers are drinking, why bother to have a wine feast with these boring people? It is better to let them celebrate here, and we went to the inn at the foot of Songshan Mountain, as the day before yesterday, packed wine and food, and went to the edge of the cliff to drink. Linghu said.

Qinglong had no objection, and Ling Hu Chong gave a few words to Lu Bai of the Songshan faction, and Lu Bai agreed with a gloomy face, and he acted as the head of the Songshan faction and arranged for the Wuyue faction to have a wine feast in the Songshan hall.

Linghu Chong didn't bother to care what Lu Bai thought, and it was impossible for such a reckless man to provoke any trouble.

When passing by Mo Da's side, Ling Hu Chong planned to return the dragon pattern sword, but Mo Da smiled kindly: "As the saying goes, flowers are matched with beauties, and swords are given to heroes." If the dragon pattern sword doesn't follow a heroic swordsman like the head of the Linghu Sect, won't it make the sword dust?"

Seeing that Mo Da's attitude was so resolute, Ling Hu Chong did not hypocritically excuse himself, but he felt a little funny in his heart: "In these days, even a master like Master Mo will be a sycophant. ”

On the side of the Hengshan faction, Ling Hu Chong saw Yi Lin, but they hadn't seen each other for a long time, and Ling Hu Chong didn't want to cause too many illusions of Yi Lin and was disappointed and sad after all, so he didn't go over to speak.

As for the vicinity of the people of the Huashan Sect, Ling Hu Chong suddenly felt a little guilty in his heart, which was for his senior sister Ning Zhongze and his junior sister Yue Lingshan.

In today's smiling arrogance, Yue Lingshan has never hurt Ling Hu Chong, but Ling Hu Chong has made her lose her father, and her sister Ning Zhong has lost her husband.

Although Yue Buqun has already been in the palace and is not a good husband, at least he will not make Ning Zhongze so sad if he is alive.

Ling Hu Chong wanted to say something to apologize, but he couldn't speak, he didn't expect that he was usually able to argue, but he couldn't say a word at this time.

Yue Lingshan was crying, but Ning Zhong stared at Ling Hu Chong coldly, and said, "Chief Ling Hu, you are so majestic! ”

Ling Hu Chong was reluctant to explain more, and said in his heart: "At least the fate of the senior sister and the little junior sister is much better than in the original book, I have a clear conscience, and I am too lazy to explain so much to these women." ”

Because Ling Hu Chong understands a truth, never talk to a woman about something that is too strong in logic, because women will use illogic to defeat you.

Then, Linghu Chong and Qinglong went down the mountain.

When I arrived at the foot of the mountain, I saw that there were many torches shining here, and at least more than 200 martial arts people gathered here.

"They just watched the excitement at the top of the mountain, is there any excitement to see here?" Ling Hu Chong smiled lightly.

"There was liveliness, of course not to be missed. Qinglong Road.

The two of them squeezed into the crowd, but they saw a handsome young man in red clothes and white face, holding a slender sword, fighting a tall and thin Taoist and a hunchbacked old man wearing a feather crown on his head.

"It turns out that Lin Pingzhi is here waiting for Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng faction, and Saibei Minghumu Gaofeng to take revenge. Linghu said.

This is Lin Pingzhi's personal grudge, of course Ling Hu Chong will not take a mouse and meddle in things, of course, the dog mentioned here is not Ling Hu Chong......

But seeing that Lin Pingzhi's body was like a ghost, it was faster than Yue Buqun who was on the top of the mountain before, and the crimson phantom in the void was like a flame.

Yu Canghai is the head of the Qingcheng faction, and Mu Gaofeng is also a ruthless person, but when facing Lin Pingzhi's swift and incoherent body, he seems helpless.

After resisting with difficulty for a while, Lin Pingzhi had already swung his sword and slashed more than a dozen swords around the two of them, but these sword wounds were not fatal.

"Lin Pingzhi is too much to change, he can kill these two people a long time ago, but he has to deliberately torture like a cat and a mouse. Qinglong frowned.

These two people tortured Lin Pingzhi's parents enough to choke to death, and Lin Pingzhi was blinded by hatred, which is understandable. Ling Hu Chong sighed.

Lin Pingzhi let out a burst of laughter like a silver bell, just like a woman, and his handsome face was stained with a lot of blood, which looked a little hideous.

After fighting for a while, Yu Canghai was slashed at the waist, but two people appeared.

It turned out that Yu Canghai was not a tall and thin person, but a disabled person without feet, in order to increase his height and set off his prestige, he also stood on the shoulders of another dwarf, wearing a robe outside, of course, others could not see it from the appearance.

Mu Gaofeng frantically hugged Lin Pingzhi's feet and bit them with his teeth.

Lin Pingzhi was angry, and directly cut off Mu Gaofeng's head with a sword, but it was not a hunchback stabbed with a sword like in the original book, and his eyes were injured by poisonous blood.

Next, Yu Canghai and the dwarf were also quickly killed.

When Ling Hu Chong saw this, he couldn't help frowning and whispered, "Why is Lin Pingzhi's swordsmanship higher than Yue Buqun?

"Could it be that this has something to do with the fake sword spectrum you drew before?" Qinglong said.