Visitors are usually greeted by three stewards, but this time.

Wu Shuang personally introduced Huyan Wujiang into the guest seats, so that in the eyes of everyone on and off the stage, he seemed to be even more superior.

On the basis of his status in the rivers and lakes, it is of course reasonable to arrange his seat on the east viewing platform and the first chair in the center of the VIP seat, but the second person next to him, Deng Tianyuan, the big man who "whipped Hebei with an iron whip", made Huyan Wujiang feel not very harmonious. Because, along the way, all the people were enthusiastically echoing him, and only Deng Tianyuan was indifferent and dismissive. This made him, who had always been arrogant, feel very uncomfortable, and the feeling was like a pot of cacti placed next to the seat, invisibly restricting his freedom.

Fortunately, to his left was the long-faced man who admired him so much that he was facing the ground -- Xiong Kuanxiong Hero, who "covered Jiangxi with an iron palm"; if people hadn't seen the name tag standing in front of his desk, people would have mistakenly thought that he was here to curry favor with the slanderer. Because, his dignity is criticized - he leans over, squints, nods and bows, and is really low-key to the point of misunderstanding.

After a while, there was another earth-shattering gong outside the door, and then people heard the doorman shouting an announcement.

"Shaolin Abbot Master Fayun has arrived!"

Huyan Wujiang was suddenly startled when he heard this, he suspected that his ears must have heard it wrong, so he turned his head and asked Xiong Kuan.

"Who did they tell you was coming?"

"Abbot Fayun of Shaolin Temple," Xiong Kuan said with a grin, "Presumably Huyan Daxia must be very familiar with this highly respected archmage?"

"Oh!" After being confirmed, Hu Yan Wujiang did not protect his body, he could not even bother to talk to Xiong Kuan anymore, his face quietly turned pale, like a terminally ill person, because, in his impression, this Fayun abbot had been dead for many years.

After the report, people looked up with great reverence, only to see a white and gentle old monk, full of kindness, wearing a robe, holding a Zen staff, he started to meet people, stepping on the cloud steps to come.

Wu Shuang had already reverently waited under the stage, and when the old abbot came to meet him, he raised his sword and clenched his fists to salute the abbot, saying.

"The Grand Mage is here in our village, and I am really fortunate to have three lives!"

"Young heroes are famous all over the world, and the future is immeasurable!" Master Fayun said.

After the cold noise, Wu Shuang took Abbot Fayun straight to the first row of VIP seats in front of the west viewing platform, and the seat in the center.

At that moment, from the time Abbot Fayun's call was loudly announced by the doorman, to the time he walked into Songshan Manor, and walked all the way to the viewing platform, Hu Yan Wujiang's eyes never left him, and he was still staring wide, as if he wanted to see the soul of Abbot Fayun, and his expression was panicked, as if he had seen an old friend who had come alive in front of his eyes. Until Abbot Fayun sat in his position under the guidance of Wu Shuang. At this moment, the abbot suddenly raised his eyes and looked directly into his eyes, and suddenly his frightened eyes did not fall, as if they had been electrocuted, and hurriedly turned his head away, as if he did not dare to touch his edge.

As a result, his mood seemed to be a little restless, and he didn't seem to have the heart to talk to the very talkative Xiong Kuan now, and he was even in a bit of a trance.

However, the two of them were also positioned opposite each other, in the center of the first row of seats at the front of the viewing platform, neither far nor close, so that they could see clearly and feel strange, so that their gaze was sometimes almost unavoidable.

However, this embarrassing situation seemed to be indifferent to Abbot Fayun, but for Huyan Wujiang, it was simply torture to extract confessions, and he looked at each other.

And, later, the old abbot would suddenly sneer at the corner of his mouth from time to time, and sometimes, even occasionally blow his beard at him and stare at him.

In this way, it is really called Huyan heroes like mangs on their backs!

Suddenly, there was another burst of cheers at the gate, and the people hurriedly raised their eyes, only to see another group of men in strong suits, who wore red silk on their heads and wore yellow silk short suits; There were two men and a woman sitting on it, a young couple, the man was named Wang Biao, and the woman was of course Sun Xiangyun. Her elder brother Sun Dalei took the lead in holding a big golden flag to open the way, and the flag was embroidered with two vertical eight black lines: punching the Nanshan Tiger and kicking the East China Sea Dragon.

The group of majestic and high-spirited men who followed behind him were also Sun Dalei's apprentices, and they were all energetic and showing off their might. Amid cheers and drums, they arrived on the viewing platform on the left side of the dueling arena.

Wu Shuang's arrangement of Wang Biao and his party seems to be different, and even a heavyweight like Huyan Wujiang did not enjoy such treatment.

As soon as the bamboo chair landed, seven or eight men immediately held a bundle of red carpets and laid them out for Wang Biao and the others in front of the stage where they were seated.

So, Wang Biao and Sun Xiangyun walked hand in hand on the red carpet affectionately, and they greeted the envious eyes of the Quartet, as if they were walking in the wedding hall. This made Sun Xiangyun a little intoxicated.

The butler, Du Huixiong, personally led them to their seats.

Today's Wang Biao wears an ordinary, ordinary light brown robe, ordinary light blue shirts, and rhinoceros leather boots that have been wandering the world for many years; along the way, he only cares about talking and laughing with Sun Xiangyun, and casually thanking the cheering audience, as if he is indifferent to everything around him, so that several celebrities in the rivers and lakes have not received a proper response to greet him.

But the mood of the audience had boiled to the top, the applause of the people was stormy, the cheers were just like the roar of the Yellow River, and the whistles of one after another had pierced the sky; these voices came together to create an explosive force that shook the whole of Luoyan City; so that the people who had not yet entered the city were anxious to listen to it halfway, and they urged the pedestrians in front of them to anxiously trot towards Songshan Manor.

"Wu Shuang, worthy of being a hero," someone in the crowd commented, "The duel is a person's life-and-death decision, and he made it an unprecedented and wonderful event." I ask you: How many people in the world can have this kind of wisdom and courage?

Another voice said, "Not only that, but he is as polite to the enemy who is about to fight him to the death as if he had been a friend for many years. You see, he took the initiative to go up and greet Wang Biao warmly, and extended sincere greetings to the woman beside him. ”

"Looking at the friendly atmosphere between the two, who would have thought that they were two 'enemies' who were about to start a duel to the death!" the man added.

Therefore, some people in the crowd of onlookers couldn't help but say loudly with emotion: "Master Wu, you are really a hero, you respect your enemies like friends, and your kind of mind is unique in the world." ”

When Shen arrived, the duel began, and Du Huixiong had already shown the "life and death" to the audience, and he shouted: "The duel begins." ”

At this time, in a corner on the west side of the dueling arena, there was a country woman who did not pay much attention to the image, who was snorting melon seeds, and the crisp sound of swallowing melon seeds became the only sound that could be heard in the dueling arena at that time.