With a bow to the people from all walks of life, Yi Tianxing finally took Yu Xin to the ground below the high platform in a few steps, and then jumped up.

Bang—

"Yi Shaoxia, don't come unharmed!" As soon as Ziyang saw Yi Tianxing, he hurriedly got up and said hello.

"Purple Gate Master, I haven't seen you for a long time, I hope to bear with me if there is anything offended in your Zixia Gate last time!" Yi Tianxing hurriedly hugged his fists and returned the salute.

"Hmm, what's going on?, could it be that something else happened to you in Zixia Gate recently?" Feng Qing frowned.

And Ling Han, the pavilion master of the Sword Heart Pavilion, looked at Yi Tianxing and Ziyang, and said secretly: Did the two of you have a holiday, if that's the case, then I will see the two of you compete for the leader of the martial arts alliance, it is best to lose both, humming at that time-

"It's fine. Some misunderstanding!" Ziyang was a little embarrassed when she heard Feng Qing's question.

"It's good that there's nothing to do! Since the number of my Central Plains martial arts is about the same now, let's start!" Feng Qing nodded slightly, and then pressed his big hand with a virtual button.

Everyone looked at Feng Qing's actions and didn't know why, even if they were talking about speculation before, they were quiet at the moment for the sake of their identity.

A man dressed as a Confucian in white stepped into the ring in a few steps, and after receiving Feng Qing's eyes, he hugged his fists at everyone for a week.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today was originally the most important martial arts conference in my rivers and lakes, but before that, our old alliance leader Feng Seniors wanted to take advantage of this grand ceremony of the martial arts conference to wash their hands in a golden basin and retire to the rivers and lakes. ”

As soon as Confucianism's words fell, the masters of various sects and families around him looked at each other in unison, some of them seemed to have known about the matter for a long time, while some of the lonely and unheard people were puzzled.

"Feng old-timers want to wash their hands in a golden basin?"

"It's—"

"I've already informed you of this in advance, why do you still ask?"

"Hey, the old man just came back from a recent trip!"

After all the discussions, Confucius turned around and glanced at Feng Qing on the high platform, and at this moment, of course, Feng Qing would not let everyone have any suspicion in their hearts.

"Everyone, I have been in the martial arts for nearly sixty years, and I have been the leader of this alliance for decades, and now I have many martial arts masters in the Central Plains, and the younger generation is even more talented, so I should abdicate and let Xian be. As for the major events related to my martial arts in the future, it is necessary to listen to the martial arts alliance leader elected today!" Feng Qing looked down, and his speech was even more neutral.

"Good!"

"It is worthy of the style of the old-timers!"

"Feng Seniors have been running around for so many years, and they are indeed looking for an heir. ”

"Well, the old man also agrees with the idea of sealing the benefactor!"

Everyone agreed, and the Confucian students in the ring finally exhaled slightly when they saw this, he was afraid that there would be a few troublemakers among these Jianghu people, after all, it would be difficult to end this way.

"Duan-Jin-Pan!" With an old voice, three ordinary-looking women in flower skirts walked out of the door of the Hall of Heroes, and the middle one was holding a gold plate, the one on the left was holding a towel, and the one on the right was holding a wooden barrel.

After the three women came out, they all walked towards the high platform, and the steps that extended down the ground finally reached the platform.

Feng Qing looked at the woman in the center and put the gold plate on a desk in front of her, and nodded slightly, and then looked at the heroes below her, and spoke in remembrance.

"I Feng Qing has been wandering the rivers and lakes since he was eighteen years old, and he killed Bai Linqiu, the scum of the rivers and lakes fifty years ago, and was affirmed by Xiao Xingji, the leader of the martial arts alliance at the beginning, and led the heroes of the rivers and lakes to the Demon God Altar in one fell swoop at the age of twenty-three, and fought for three days and three nights..."

While telling, while recalling, this letter talks about his own journey, and his eyes are also a little moist, after all, there is always a time in this life to remember the past, and when the age is high, of course, I miss it very much.

"Feng seniors have eliminated so many scum for martial arts over the years, and they have contributed a lot. ”

"I really hope that time goes back to twenty years ago, and the old man misses the years when he drank and talked with Feng seniors!"

"Basically, the older generation has received the great grace of the predecessors, and the predecessors have saved many heroes in the past few decades. ”

"I will always remember the words of my predecessor Feng, otherwise I may be wandering in the four veins so far. ”

Under the influence of such an infectious force, the martial arts heroes also recalled the scenes they had traveled all the way, and the younger generation of course did not understand the minds of the older generation, and looked at each other at the moment, but they had only heard of the deeds of the older generation, and had not seen them with their own eyes.

Feng Qing spoke eloquently, and finally stepped forward a few steps behind the end and stood at the desk, and his hands rolled up each other's sleeves.

"Pour-Saint-Water!" a white-robed old man below looked at Feng Qing and spoke again.

Bang la la—

With a sound of pouring water, Feng Qing looked at everyone meaningfully, and then turned to look at Ziyang, Yi Tianxing and others.

With a trembling hand, he was about to put it into the gold plate, but at this moment, a black shadow appeared on the eaves of the Hero Building.

"Slow!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes instantly shifted.

This is a man in a black robe, this person is carrying a sword, his face is cold, and he pointed at Feng Qing on the high platform with one hand, it is obvious that he is the one who spoke just now.

"Who are you!"

"Bold! Dare to stop the predecessors from washing their hands!"

"Presumptuous! If you don't come down and tie your hands, you will be caught, otherwise the old man will cripple your hands and feet!"

"What a raw face!"

The martial arts masters around showed anger on their faces, and there were even some young masters who wanted to step forward to meet this black-robed man, if it weren't for the elders of the sect next to him secretly blocking him, maybe he would have killed him a long time ago!

"Young man, which sect are you from?" Feng Qing suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a light smile.

And at this moment, a hearty laughter came from outside the temple wall.

"Feng Qing, you and I didn't tell the winner twenty years ago, why did the old man see you twenty years later, and you actually want to wash your hands with a gold plate!"

This voice had a hint of surrounding, spreading around the Hall of Heroes, and some masters of the third or fourth veins were even more stinging in their eardrums, and their faces were in pain.

"Who is it?" Feng Qing frowned as he heard the voice.

Phew—

An extremely ghostly figure flashed out, and then walked to an empty wooden chair and sat down. And the black-robed man on the eaves saw the old man somersault down and sat down next to him.

"Are you Ren Xiaotian in the Western Regions?" Feng Qing looked at it fixedly, and his face was shocked.

"That's right! It's the old man!" Ren Xiaotian's eyes loomed with murderous intent looming, and the martial arts masters around him retreated again and again.

"What? This person is Ren Xiaotian, the number one master in the Western Regions who fought a tie with Feng's predecessors twenty years ago?"

"It's him!"

"Master Ren, you are welcome to come to our Central Plains veteran, but it seems that the affairs of my Central Plains are not for you people from the Western Regions to interfere in, right?" The host of the Jade Buddha Temple looked at Ren Xiaotian with cold eyes, and the warning was very strong.

And the masters of the younger generation heard that Ren Xiaotian had a tie with the old man Feng twenty years ago, and they immediately didn't dare to talk nonsense, because they knew that Feng Qing was the strength of the Nine Veins Martial Arts as early as twenty years ago, and since this was the case, the strength of the black-robed old man in front of him was of course the same.

"Ha Lu Ha Ha

"Junior, how can you interject here!" the leader of the Cold Sword Gang shouted coldly and angrily.

And just as Leng Youran's words fell, the black-robed man actually flashed his figure, and then—

Bang—

A red figure flew out directly upside down, and this cold and leisurely man didn't even see the black-robed man's move, and was actually kicked out more than ten feet away.

"What?"

"Help, help!"

"What a quick shot!"

"Brother Chen, do you see clearly?"

The four masters looked at the black-robed man with a look of surprise, and Yi Tianxing and the others who were sitting on the high platform stood up in vain!

"Presumptuous! Dare to shoot at the old-timers!" Yi Tianxing burst into a loud shout, and then shot at the ring below.

Buzz—

A red sword flew out directly from the scabbard on his back, and this sword circled back and forth in front of Yi Tianxing.

"Are you Yi Tianxing?" The black-robed man looked Yi Tianxing up and down, his face cautious.

"Believe it or not, I killed you with one move!" Yi Tianxing saw the leader of the Cold Sword Gang spurting out a mouthful of blood at this moment, and immediately pointed at the black-robed man with one hand in anger.