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The emergence of the leaders of the martial arts alliance has always been closely related to the thirty-six iron sword orders.

The first is the competition of the various sects to determine the ownership of the iron sword order. Then those who think they have the ability to challenge the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, and who have ambitions to be the leader of the martial arts alliance, challenge each other again, and fight in pairs, until the last winner remains, and the current martial arts alliance leader will definitely win or lose.

However, it does not necessarily mean that the victor is necessarily the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, it also depends on the various sects that have the Iron Sword Order, the four major martial arts families, and the individual who has the Iron Sword Order alone who supports him. In other words, there must be one person between the current martial arts alliance leader and the only winner who is the next martial arts alliance leader. And who can successfully sit on the throne of the martial arts alliance leader depends on who has the most support from the sect and individuals with the Iron Sword Order.

If the sixteen iron sword orders that disappeared were in the hands of one or two people, then they could completely control the results of this martial arts conference. In other words, it is completely possible to decide the ownership of the next martial arts alliance leader.

In this way, how could Xiao Pengju, who was bent on passing on the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance to his grandson Wu Zheng, not be nervous?

On the contrary, Wu Zheng was extremely calm, and he didn't care much about whether he could win the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Because only eleven sects still possessed the Iron Sword Order, the opening stage of the martial arts conference became extremely dull, far less intense than in the past.

First of all, being able to keep the Iron Sword Order in their hands is enough to show the strength of the sect itself, so even if those sects that have lost the Iron Sword Order have the heart to snatch it, they are also more than willing to snatch it. So much so that the next competition between the sects was more like going through the motions. Not surprisingly, the eleven families who had already taken the stage all kept the iron sword order in their hands.

It is particularly worth mentioning that the Tiandao Sect and the Taihang Sect, with Yun Lan and Wu Zheng in charge, have never encountered a challenge from one sect from beginning to end, and they can be said to have won without a fight.

The relatively fierce ones are the Iron Sword Sect from Shuntian Mansion and the Lingxiao Sect where Ning Xiaoqian's sisters belong. However, the final result was still thrilling, and they all successfully broke through.

After the seats of the eleven sects are arranged, the next step should be a competition between the four major families. However, it was broken by Xiang Fei, a man from Xichu who suddenly jumped to the center of the ring, and broke the order that had been maintained for many years.

"Oh, King Xiaoyao, do you dare to come down and meet Lao Tzu?!"

With a thunderous shout from the reckless man, the entire scene became unusually quiet.

In front of everyone's eyes, I saw Wu Zheng slowly stand up and step by step into the ring unhurriedly. Stopped less than three feet away from Xiang Fei, carrying the Lingyun Sword in his hand, which was only about two feet in his hand, he stood there casually and looked at Xiang Fei and asked, "Please hand over the Iron Sword Order in your hand to the Lord of the Xiao League first." ”

"Humph!"

Although his face was blue with anger, Xiang Fei still turned around and took out the iron sword order from his arms and threw it towards Xiao Pengju's location.

When he saw Wu Zheng waving his hand and signaling Zhai Suli to hand over the iron sword order, Xiang Fei, a reckless man, stopped doing it.

"Lao Tzu doesn't want your iron sword order, if you lose in the hands of Lao Tzu next, return the four wheels that you stole from Lao Tzu. ”

Hearing this, Wu Zheng smiled and didn't squeak, but he still turned his head and nodded to Zhai Suli, who had already stood up. I saw Zhai Suli take out four palm-sized wheels from a package that Wu Zheng was carrying, walked up to Xiao Pengju, first hugged her fists and saluted, and then placed the four wheels together with the iron sword order handed over by Xiang Fei.

"King Xiaoyao, Lao Tzu will never die with you!"

After that, the reckless man Xiang Feilun put the fine iron rod in his hand and covered his head with a move, splitting Huashan and smashing it down to Wu Zheng.

I saw that Wu Zheng turned around slightly unhurriedly, dodging the fine iron rod smashed down with the whirring wind, and the Lingyun Sword in his hand suddenly fell down the end of the stick.

Click, dang, Xiang Fei relied on his fame, and the indestructible fine iron rod was easily cut in two by Wu Zheng.

"Wow-aa

This person is a big loss, how can Xiang Fei, a reckless man, be willing, holding half a fine iron rod and rushing forward regardless of it. It's just that Xiang Fei, who didn't lose his mind and didn't want to be knocked off by the Lingyun Sword in Wu Zheng's hand, took a half-cut iron rod to open the way, mainly relying on hard kung fu on his fists and feet to fight with Wu Zheng.

Wu Zheng didn't want to be entangled with him for too long, the reason why he wanted to cut off his fine iron rod just now was to make the other party retreat, and he didn't want to provoke Xiang Fei instead. Since this is the case, Wu Zheng, who knew that there must be many people who wanted to challenge him in the back, was no longer polite with the Lingyun Sword in his hand, and casually displayed the Taihang School swordsmanship dancing under Zhai Suli's moon.

After all, the Lingyun sword is too sharp, and it is supported by Wu Zheng's endless internal force, under the vertical and horizontal sword qi, even Xiang Fei, a reckless man who boasts of being invulnerable, does not dare to take his edge lightly, and after two or three moves, he has been killed by Wu Zheng in a hurry, messing up his body.

Xiang Fei, a reckless man who was angry, saw that the Lingyun sword in Wu Zheng's hand was stabbing at his right rib, so he hurriedly sank his waist and tightened his chest, letting go of his right rib, but let the tip of the stabbed Lingyun sword point directly at his right shoulder, and fought to bear the price of Wu Zheng's sword, threw away the half of the iron rod in his hand with both palms, and slapped Wu Zheng's chest.

Finding that Xiang Fei had used a lose-lose move, Wu Zheng couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly. The Lingyun Sword in his left hand not only did not continue to stab forward, but instantly turned his wrist and retracted it, and the sword technique in his right hand turned into a standing palm, and he pushed out with one palm against Xiang Fei's two palms.

"Ahh

"Childe be careful!"

Suddenly, everyone watching the battle from the stage couldn't help but exclaim. Especially Tie Ning and Ling Yue, the girls couldn't help but remind Wu Zheng out loud.

Smack!

One palm to two palms, and Xiang Fei, a reckless man, has always been famous for practicing kung fu, but he took five steps back one after another under Wu Zheng's palm, and was almost thrown out of the ring. Although he restrained his body in time, he couldn't help but spurt out a large mouthful of blood.

"Ahh

A few moves? However, only four or five moves, or in the case of fighting with his own short and strong strengths, Wu Zheng, the king of leisure, injured Xiang Fei, who has been famous for a long time and is a leader in martial arts today, in the palm of his hand.

Although Wu Zheng was also shocked back three steps, he had already made a conclusion about which was higher and which was lower.

"How, do you want to fight again?"

Xiang Fei's eyes widened, and he stared closely at Wu Zheng, who had taken four or five breaths after eight steps, and finally reluctantly turned around and jumped out of the ring and left.

I don't even want the fine iron rod that was left in the ring and turned into two pieces.

The crowd around the ring was silent for a moment, and then burst into exclamations. Of course, there were also cheers one after another. (To be continued.) )