Zhurong, the main peak of Heng Mountain, was crowded with people, all of whom were martial arts people, and everyone looked solemnly, looking at one place intently, and the hand holding the blade kept trembling.

Set up a platform in a relatively empty place in front of Huiyan Villa, arrange the seats in order, the main ones are Shaolin, Emei, Wudang, Kongtong, Diancang, Qingcheng, it turns out that this day is the beginning of the martial arts conference.

The martial arts conference has not really started, and the restless crowd is whispering, the surging murderous machine and the murderous surname are hidden, and there is not much uneasiness and panic in the eyes.

Suddenly, the crowd quieted down, and everyone's eyes brushed back to the corridor on the left side of the gate of Yanshan Villa, and under the support of the two disciples, a person in a green shirt walked out, with starry eyes and sword eyebrows, quite a fairy wind and bones, only to see that the person slowly walked to the center of the platform, clasped his fists with both hands, performed a river and lake etiquette, smiled, and said: " Thank you for coming to Hengshan to participate in the annual martial arts conference, the martial arts conference is the same as in previous years, aiming to nominate a person with high martial arts to take over the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance and deal with the affairs of the martial arts. ”

After a table that was not very verbose, he received a not very bad reaction, and everyone listened patiently, the person in the green shirt was Lin Yunyang, the former leader of the Hengshan faction.

Lin Yunyang glanced at the crowd with his eyes, paused slightly, and continued: "This year's martial arts conference is the same as in previous years, winning by martial arts, the best martial arts person takes over as the leader of the martial arts alliance, and everyone present is a witness. ”

After speaking, the martial arts conference finally began.

The first to appear was Guo Erli, a disciple of the Qingcheng faction, and Liu Qingchen, a disciple of the Cang faction.

Guo Erli used a pine wind swordsmanship, the sword qi was like a rainbow, the sword move was smart, the sword wind was whistling, like a spiritual snake, winding in, approaching Liu Qingchen's body.

In a panic, Liu Qingchen raised his sword to meet him, the two fought together, the first few moves of the Qingcheng faction's sword moves did not have much flaw, the Diancang faction only had room for dismantling, after ten moves, Liu Qingchen grabbed the gap between Guo Erli's moves, turned around and spun, and made a move Seven Star Piercing Blood.

The seven-star stabbing blood is the swordsmanship of the Diancang faction, which is rare in the world of superior swordsmanship, the swordsmanship is subtle, all-encompassing, the sword is light and agile, wanton and wanton, when swaying, such as falling stars from the sky, Yue Lingxiao, the head of the Diancang faction, was the head of the Diancang faction with this stunt to defeat dozens of sword faction celebrities, won the reputation for the Diancang faction, and also established his position as the head of the portal of the Diancang faction, but since Yue Lingxiao, there is no powerful character in the Diancang faction, and the descendants of the seven-star stabbing blood stunt are difficult to copy, although Liu Qingchen's seven-star stabbing blood has its shape, it does not reach its god, when it still stabs Guo Erli to the ground, won the first victory。

Next, the appearance of the Kunlun faction and the confrontation with the Diancang faction.

The Kunlun faction had already found a flaw in the kung fu of the Diancang faction when it was competing with the Qingcheng faction, so Liu Qingchen was not the opponent of the Kunlun faction Jin Shixun, and after a few rounds, he was defeated.

The third game was won by the Quanzhen party against the Kunlun faction, Qiu Shuangxi against Jin Shixun, and Kunlun.

Then, Xu Guanhong, a disciple of the Kongtong faction, appeared, and Kunlun won it......

Then, the Kunlun faction won a row, which brought pressure to many sects that had not yet appeared, and then it was Shaolin's turn to play, Shaolin easily won Kunlun, and there were other Jianghu sects such as Emei and Wudang.

When everyone was rejoicing at Shaolin's victory, they immediately calmed down, in fact, everyone knew in their hearts that the Hengshan faction had not yet made a move, and Shaolin had not completely won.

At this time, Lin Yunyang handed the eldest disciple of the Hengshan faction Wang Bu a look, the king could not comprehend, he first politely made a gesture to everyone, and then pulled out the sword, Wang could not use a move Quanming Hibiscus and Shaolin's warrior monk Shi Tong to fight, and soon Shi Tong was defeated, and then the old abbot of Shaolin made a move, using a trick "Smile with Flowers" to defeat Wang Bu Then, the abbot of Shaolin made a move "Smile with Flowers" The king of Hengshan who defeated can't be, this trick is exquisite, hidden Zen, illusory and unpredictable, the heroes of the world, are all amazed and praised.

Master Liyuan stood on the stage, facing everyone, bowed slightly, and gave a Buddha salute to everyone, with the mind of the gate sect in his expression, and said: "Amitabha, I have conceded, the old man won by luck, I don't know which hero will come up to try." ”

Everyone thought of the former martial arts alliance leader Lin Yunyang, and said in unison: "Master Lin, Master Lin!"

Lin Yunyang, the head of the Hengshan faction, flew to the ring in the shouts of everyone, he was as light as a swallow, his clothes were windy, and in a trance, he was already standing firmly in the ring, and it was enough to see the depth of his internal attack in the changing wind and clouds, he first clasped his hands into fists and performed a Jianghu etiquette to the heroes of the world, and then, he made a move to fight with fate.

After dozens of rounds, Liyuan and Lin Yunyang still haven't decided the winner, both of them are tense, they don't even dare to blink their eyes, the master's move must be like this, the slightest mistake, the mistake is a thousand miles, every moment can not relax their vigilance, success or failure is in the end, but the martial arts people in the audience are a little anxious, they want to know the result.

It seems that the martial arts of the two are equal, and in an instant, they fought more than ten moves in the ring, and at this time, an ethereal voice floated in the air: "Let the old man try!"

Immediately afterwards, a figure came out, the figure was extremely fast, fast as lightning, flashed, only a moment of kung fu came to the ring, everyone sighed, their hearts were shocked, their eyes looked at the stage, on the ring, the person standing was an older middle-aged man wearing a long robe.

When she saw the person's face clearly, Jiang Xinmei on the side almost screamed, it turned out that the person was actually the Zuo Ming Method of the Lingdao Sect.

Zuo Mingfa lifted, exercised, and made moves silently, and the changes were extremely rapid, and Lin Yunyang and Yuan joined forces in the ring to fight against Zuo Mingfa, but Zuo Mingfa was not in a hurry, calmly responded, and made moves and dismantled moves, all of which were at ease, and after a few rounds, he took advantage of the situation to apply a palm, and it was easy for the two of them to be injured on the ground.

Jiang Xinmei, who was on the side, looked at it and felt that Zuo Mingfa's posture was a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, and she couldn't remember it for a while, and her doubts remained in her heart.

Lin Yunyang on the ground and Liyuan got up from the ground, and the disciples wanted to help, but Lin Yunyang stopped them, and Liyuan Hui also went to his seat.

Lin Yunyang adjusted his breath slightly, faced everyone, and said with a smile: "I don't know if there is still that hero who wants to come to the stage to try." ”

Lin Yunyang saw that the audience was silent, and continued: "Since this is the case, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance will be taken over by the left head of the Spirit Dao Sect. ”

Zuo Ming pretended to be humble and said: "Zuo is not talented, he won by luck, and relied on the heroes to admit, since this is the case, the old man is better than obeying his fate." ”

Zuo Mingfa won the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, which made the various major factions in the martial arts a little uneasy, but their worries could only be buried in the psychology, because the hegemony in the martial arts did not rely on words and words, but on fists, feet and swords.

Night fell, Zuo Mingfa won the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, and the disciples of the Lingdao sect cheered, with happy congratulatory faces and sneering cold eyes, however, this is a real martial arts, flesh and blood, and ruthless and unjust.

But at this moment, a little monk dressed as a monk suddenly came in a hurry, he was seriously injured, Lin Yunyang saw this and hurriedly stepped forward, helped the weak little monk, and asked, "Little Master Jikong, what's wrong with you?

The little monk named Jikong took his last breath and said, "Lin... Master Lin, hurry... Fast... Go... Save my Master. ”

After speaking, his eyes were closed tightly, and he lost his breath.

It turned out that the little monk was a little monk named Jikong under the door of the master of the Zhusheng Temple on Hengshan, and the master of the best was a monk who was bright red in the Zhusheng Temple on Hengshan, and he had always been good friends with the Hengshan faction.

As soon as he heard that Master Zhishan was in trouble, Lin Yunyang hurriedly led all the disciples to run out and went straight to the Zhusheng Temple, not caring about his weak body, but when he arrived at the Zhusheng Temple, the scene he saw was shocking, the temple was full of corpses, and Zhishan was also lying among the dead corpses.

At this time, people from all factions of the martial arts had already arrived at the scene, and all the people present were angry about the tragic scene in front of them, and the expressions on their faces were quite complicated, and there was also an element of fear.

After Lin Yunyang and his disciples buried the corpses in the Zhusheng Temple, they led the disciples back to Huiyan Villa, and the people in the rivers and lakes gradually dispersed.

Jiang Xinmei, who was standing in the crowd, looked at all this, sighed at the rapidly changing situation, thought about the murderous massacre of the Zhusheng Temple, and was also puzzled by the strange martial arts of the Lingdao sect, her mind always remembered the strange and quirky moves of the Zuo Ming method in the ring, she always felt as if she had seen it somewhere, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

A person walked quietly while thinking, and unconsciously came to an open place, which was a very high mountain, for Zhurong Peak, on the peak, a huge stone lay a person, lazy sleeping posture, looking at the gradually sinking sun, leisurely appearance, like a cynical attitude.

Jiang Xinmei approached and found that the person was Yi Weiyi, the sunset dyed the western sky red, the sunset was all over the sky, the cirrus clouds, half of the blood red, half of the blue, like this river and lake, half of the strife, half of the peace.

Jiang Xinmei stepped forward and called Yi Weiyi, Yi Weiyi hurriedly got up, and Jiang Xinmei sat down beside Yi Weiyi.

"Auntie, which sect won, is it our Hengshan faction?" Yi Weiyi asked.

"No, the Spirit Sect won. Jiang Xinmei shook her head sadly and said, her eyes full of disappointment.

"No, aunt, the Lingdao sect is a sect that doesn't have much reputation in the rivers and lakes. Hearing Jiang Xinmei say this, Yi Weiyi felt a little unreal and asked suspiciously.

"Yes, Zuo Mingfa, the head of the Lingdao Sect, has won with a very peculiar martial arts. Jiang Xinmei said.

"Auntie, what kind of martial arts is that?" Yi Weiyi asked curiously.

"I don't know what kind of martial arts it is, but now in the ring, I saw that Zuo Ming's move was extremely fast, and the palm power was amazing, as if I had seen it somewhere. Jiang Xinmei said.

"Yes, I remembered, it's the Great Compassion Mantra, and the Zuo Ming Method is the Great Compassion Mantra of the Demon Sect's martial arts. Jiang Xinmei finally thought of the source of the move, but Yi Weiyi looked confused and asked puzzledly:

"Auntie, what is the Great Compassion Mantra. ”

Jiang Xinmei patiently told Yi Weiyi about the life-and-death struggle that happened on Hengshan Mountain twelve years ago, Yi Weiyi was very fascinated by it, and he knew from Jiang Xinmei's mouth the story of the hell gate that caused trouble in the rivers and lakes and the story of Ling Han's final victory over the hell gate and the retreat to the rivers and lakes.

But what they don't know is that Zuo Mingfa, who colluded with Yang Ming, did not die, he took the disciples of the Lingdao faction, returned to the Western Regions, and got the martial arts of the Demon School of Hell Gate "Great Compassion Mantra", studied at night, and finally practiced the martial arts in it, after practicing the "Great Compassion Mantra", but always felt that he could not control the internal force in the body The internal strength of the heart can regulate the qi veins in the body, so he frantically annexed some sects in the Western Regions, and got it, Zuo Mingfa combined the Great Compassion Mantra with the good sound of the spiritual ear, and practiced the peerless divine skill, and then returned to the Central Plains with his disciples, intending to dominate the martial arts.

Unconsciously, in the secluded forest, the moon shadow is heavy, at this time, the night is already dark, the two go back to the room to rest.