The five major forces in Jiangnan have been able to dominate the Jiangnan martial arts for decades, and it is not in vain. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info more than a dozen sects attacked one after another, although occasionally someone can win one out of three, but no sect can take away any banner with a record of two wins in three battles.

Since then, several small sects in a row have known that they are invincible and directly admit defeat, and 19 of the 32 challenge sects have been eliminated. Lao Chen walked into the middle of the field again, took out one of the remaining bamboo sticks, and read aloud: "The twentieth challenge sect, Gusu Murong Clan!"

Hearing this unfamiliar name, some people couldn't help but ask the people around them, but after asking around, they found that no one had heard of any "Gusu Murong Clan", so some people said disdainfully: "Most of them are juniors who don't know the height of the sky, and they come to join in the fun on a whim. ”

Chen Shiliang waited for a while, and when he saw that no one showed up, he shouted again with some impatience: "Gusu Murong Clan, if you deny losing, please show up and answer!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure stood in front of him, followed by two other people who rushed out of the crowd to the west and stood behind the person in front of him. The appearance of these three people was extremely abrupt, and Chen Shiliang was shocked, and he almost couldn't help but jump back to pull away, finally he was sophisticated, and remembered that he was under the gaze of hundreds of people, so he withdrew the strength on his feet.

He looked intently and saw that the man at the head was a handsome young man in his twenties and thirties, an old man in shabby clothes and smelling of wine in the back left, and a young man with a sword in the back right.

Chen Shiliang was secretly shocked in his heart: These three people have their own extraordinary figures, and the young man who took the lead is even more amazing, I really don't know when Jiangnan Wulin will have such a character. He cleared his throat and asked, "Your Excellency and the three are the Gusu Murong clan?" ”

The young man in the lead arched his hand and said: "Under Murong Li, the one on the right behind me is my retainer Fengyun, and the elder on the right is my Murong family's friend, known as the drunken Cao Shaozhang." Although my Murong clan is a little familiar with martial arts, I have been living in seclusion in the suburbs of Gusu City before, and rarely set foot in martial arts, so I am not known to fellow martial artists. This time, I heard that various sects were going to set up the Jiangnan Martial Arts League to clean up the chaos of martial arts, and such a righteous act was greatly admired by the next, so I went to attach the tail of the Ji, and only wanted to do my best. ”

As early as when the drunken man first appeared, Chang Tianshu's face sank, and a pair of eyes stared at the three people in the field, and he hated in his heart: This old drunkard is treacherous, if it weren't for the monk Ding Yu, this time I would have to plant a fight if I couldn't say anything about it. When this happens, I will let the old drunkard know that I Chang Tianshu is not a person who is bullied!

As if hearing Chang Tianshu's heart, Drunken Su turned his head and just met his gaze, Drunken Su grinned at him, and smiled at Ding Yu beside Chang Tianshu, and then turned his head back. Chang Tianshu was annoyed and had a trace of doubt: what did the old drunkard mean by smiling so kindly at the monk?

In Ding Yu's heart, there was another doubt: Murong Li wanted to fight for the top spot, which he had known for a long time, but he didn't understand why it was these three people who appeared. In addition to Murong Li himself, the Murong family also has Li Canghai and the four generals. Previously, Gongyedu was killed by the five major forces, Deng Hong's injury was not healed and he could not play, Bao Beiwang's tongue was cut off by himself, if Murong Li was afraid that he would not be able to answer with others, and was worried that he would lose face, he would not let him play, which was barely reasonable.

But Li Canghai's martial arts are obviously above the storm and drunkenness, and his family should be more at ease to use it, why should he let drunken suo play instead of her?

Except for Ding Yu and Chang Tianshu, most of the rest of the people knew the identity of Zuisuo, and they were surprised in their hearts: although Murong Li and Fengyun were not famous, Zuisuo's reputation was very loud. And looking at the position of these three people, the drunken man who "beat the invincible opponent in Xinzhou" can only stand behind Murong Li, juxtaposed with the sudden storm, could it be that this Murong Li's martial arts are still above the drunk?

Chen Shiliang nodded and said, "Murong Gongzi is such a figure, and his reputation will spread all over the martial arts in the future." I don't know which banner Murong Gongzi is aiming for today?"

Murong Li said loudly: "Gusu Murong clan, want to win the red flag!"

The champion guarding the red flag is Qiantang Feilongmen, and it is also recognized as the strongest of the five major forces in the south of the Yangtze River. Therefore, as soon as Murong Li's voice fell, everyone already laughed, nothing more than ridiculing Murong Li for not being able to measure himself, and even Chen Shiliang smiled: "Okay! Sure enough, the hero is a young man, and the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, Murong Shaoxia, please." ”

Murong Li and the three of them strode outside the ring, and Xin Ziyuan, the master of the Flying Dragon Gate, smiled disdainfully, and said to Xu Ziping beside him: "Senior Brother Ziping, how about wronging you with this knife and killing a chicken?"

Xu Ziping arched his hand and smiled: "The senior brother in charge commands, and the junior brother dares to disobey his orders." After that, he walked to the center of the ring and said nonchalantly: "I don't know who is fighting with Xu?"

Drunken said: This Xu Ziping showed his martial arts when he captured the flag before, and he is somewhat sure of him, if I win this game, when I share the treasure later, I can also be confident. So he said, "Murong Gongzi, how about giving up to the old man this time?"

Murong Li nodded and said, "The old-timers are so brave, Murong Li doesn't dare to stop them." Please also ask the old-timers to be careful and wait for good news. ”

The drunken laughed, took off the wine gourd on his waist, poured a few big sips, and then held the gourd in one hand and walked crookedly to the middle of the ring. He said to Xu Ziping with a big tongue: "Doll, just ...... Just let the old ...... Drunkard, with you...... Play ...... Uh~" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly burped, and a sour smell of wine rushed straight to Xu Ziping's nose.

Xu Ziping was born in a famous family, and he had suffered such humiliation, he was furious, and he went to the door of the drunken face with one palm. Unexpectedly, as soon as he made a move, the drunken man seemed to have an unstable footing, and fell forward, and at the same time raised the gourd with his left hand to support Xu Ziping's palm, and the thumb, index finger, and middle finger of his right hand were bent, like holding a cup, and quietly buckled to Xu Ziping's lower abdomen.

Xu Ziping was shocked, his left arm returned to noon, knocked away the drunken claw, and the right palm was forceful, and he planned to break the wine gourd first, and then cut the drunken wrist.

However, he found that the gourd was unbreakable, but it was made of steel. Drunken Suo used the power of Xu Ziping's palm to shake the wine gourd, and a stream of wine arrows sprayed towards Xu Ziping's face.

How could Xu Ziping let this unknown wine touch, and immediately jumped back, and his hands waved a palm wind to blow the wine away.

It's just that he retreated, and he fell into the hands of drunkenness. The drunken short body jumped out, penetrated under Xu Ziping's palm, bent his wrists with both hands, and struck Xu Ziping in a row.

Xu Ziping lost the opportunity in one step, and then fell behind step by step, and could only passively deal with the attack on the drunken man, and he couldn't free up his hand to fight back. The drunken fight became smoother and smoother, and he was stumbling left and right, and he was very embarrassed. Just when he was struggling to deal with it, he suddenly heard his own head shouting: "There must be dealings, and the fist is afraid of being less strong!"

Xu Ziping's heart was clear: Yes! There are contacts, he beats his, I beat mine, instead of passively coping, it is better to change one move for another, to see if it is his drunken fist or my palm power!

He stood still at his feet, ignoring the fist that the drunkard pounded into his lower abdomen, and just pierced out a palm and slammed it into the drunkard's chest. (To be continued.) )