The passion retreated, the maple forest was still quiet and beautiful, and the maple leaves all over the mountain were still as crimson as fire. www.biquge.info The two walked out of the maple forest hand in hand, walked down the stone steps of Donggangling, one by one. The carriage had stopped at the intersection, and the two of them boarded the carriage and followed the streets of Yugancheng all the way to Kanglang Mountain.

"Brother Jin, let me take you to meet my father!" Song Xiaolan snuggled up to him in the carriage.

Jin Peng looked at the passers-by and lights that were rapidly receding along the street outside the car window, and sighed deeply, "Xiaolan, your family is a famous family in the south of the Yangtze River, but I am a penniless wanderer; now, going to meet your father like this will make people laugh and make your father lose face." ”

"I don't care, Brother Kim. ”

"Xiaolan, there are many things in life, not because we don't care about it, it doesn't exist! Things are like this, whether you care or not, reality will not change, and the cynicism and foul language of others will not decrease in the slightest!"

"Then what should we do, Brother Jin!"

Jin Peng hugged her tighter, and after a long time, he said gloomily: "Isn't the competition not over yet, I will go to the martial arts competition tomorrow, I want to make a name for myself at the Martial King Conference and become famous in one fell swoop; I want everyone on the rivers and lakes to know that I am a well-deserved sword king!"

Song Xiaolan frowned, "However, no one recommended it, how can you participate in this Martial King Competition? What's more, tomorrow is the last day of the Martial King Conference, and it is also time to announce the results of the Martial King Competition." ”

"That's not a problem!" Jin Peng held the unscabbarded steel knife tightly in his hand, and he said leisurely, "As a sword king, as long as his knife is fast enough, it will be done!"

"Then after you become famous, will you come to me, Brother Jin?" Song Xiaolan raised her face and looked at his face affectionately.

"Yes, I will go to your Song family to propose marriage, and carry you to the sedan chair, I will let you be my Jinpeng woman. ”

"Big brother, I'm so excited!" Song Xiaolan said with her arms around his neck.

Suddenly, the two couldn't help but have a crazy fight. With the help of the bumps of the carriage, they experienced the height and heartiness that were unattainable in the maple forest. It is really the cradle of carriage and horses, and the evening breeze is more tender!

The next day, the grand ceremony of announcing the results of the martial king conference started on time in the noisy sound of gongs and drums. At that time, heroes and heroes from all walks of life gathered here and surrounded Kanglang Mountain. After a difficult competition for half a year, he finally stood out and selected ten martial kings.

They are: Liu Junshan, the king of guns, Murong Bai, the king of swords, Qin Jubo, the king of darts, Cao Bing, the king of swords, Nangong Qiuyu, the king of gongs, Zhang Zuowen, the king of palms, Shi Chenggang, the king of sticks, the king of whips, Jin Longhu, and the king of hammers, Qiao Changhe. At this moment, the top ten martial kings are standing on the stage of honor, waiting to accept more than 20 people such as Shaolin abbot, Wudang master, Emei Shitai and Song Xiwen of the Jiangnan Song family, and more than 20 famous figures in the rivers and lakes today, and issue the honorary certificate of the martial king.

At this moment, a man with a steel knife swept in front of the award ceremony. When everyone saw this, they were taken aback and were very puzzled, "Who is here, who dares to trespass on the viewing platform of the award ceremony of the Martial King Conference?"

The person who came to lift the steel knife upside down and bowed his hand to all the martial arts leaders, "In Xia Poyang Jinpeng to all the martial arts heroes and predecessors!" he said, "Today, the contemptible people come to the stage not for anything else, just because the contemptible people have practiced the sword technique since childhood, and now the dynasty has been superb." However, due to the rules set by this Martial King Conference, those who participate in this conference must be recommended by the famous seniors who are highly respected in the rivers and lakes. In the future, I don't know all the famous seniors, how can I get everyone's recommendation, so I can only regret that I passed by this martial king competition. However, now I am unwilling, why is my sword technique so powerful, but I am not even qualified to participate in the Martial King Competition!"

"Oh, I see, I can understand it!" At this time, Hu Qingbing, the head of the Wudang faction, who was sitting in the middle, smiled and said, "That's a pity, little brother! This is an era when the smell of wine is still afraid of deep alleys, and we can't see it when you say you have the ability; besides, even we don't know about the things that we are famous and decent, what can you do as a person who crosses the river by feeling the stones!"

"Don't mess around here, go down!" said someone else.

"Go down, go down, hurry him down, hurry him down!" The people in the audience also began to cry out and denounce in unison.

Jin Peng finally nodded, his face was very ugly, "Okay, good!" he said, "I understand, then you go ahead, I will let you know how powerful my knife is!" After saying this, he turned and walked towards the podium. His steps were so slow, every step was very dignified, and every step was taken in the midst of ridicule and merciless condemnation.

That night, there was no moonlight or stars in the sky, and the bitter frost wind was like a knife blowing at people's faces, making people feel cold. At this time, the Poyang Restaurant in Kanglang Mountain was full of seats and was very lively. There are no other visitors here, and they are all all martial arts celebrities who have participated in the holding of this martial arts competition conference in the past six months. They gathered here to celebrate the successful conclusion of the Martial King Contest and to comfort everyone's hard work.

On the hall, the staggered and hot crowd were in full swing, everyone's interest was very good, and the scene was very cheerful. Just when everyone was having fun, a person suddenly came to the hall, a person who was as cold as the frost and wind outside the door. The clothes on his body were very thin, and they were still a thin gown worn when he set off from his hometown in Poyang. However, looking at his appearance, he did not feel the cold, he held his head high, and his will was as strong as iron.

"Jinpeng, what are you doing here? Someone asked him in a mocking tone, "If you are hungry, open your mouth, and I will give you a piece of meat to eat...... The man had not finished speaking, and his throat had been broken!

"What a quick knife!" someone immediately exclaimed.

However, after all, these people are also famous families, and their kung fu will certainly not be weak. Just when the person who had his throat cut by Jin Peng's knife fell, Hu Qingbing, the head of Wudang, had already drawn his sword out of its sheath and flew towards the other party. The powerful Wudang swordsmanship, as swift as lightning, stabbed towards Jinpeng raindrops.

However, no one thought that Jin Peng only raised the steel knife and drew half an arc in the air. As a result, Hu Qingbing, the head of Wudang, fell to the ground with a sword, and he didn't even scream.

Everyone was taken aback, and at that moment, all the people in the audience showed their weapons in their hands. So, a bloody battle began.

The sound of knives, swords, the breaking of tables, the breaking of plates, the miserable groans of men lying in pools of blood, and the sound of disorganized footsteps all converged into the most terrible sounds of this night of fear! (To be continued.) )