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Chapter 563 Wulin Alliance Leader
"In this martial arts conference, the head who wins the final victory will become the No.30 eighth generation martial arts leader!" Master Sankong replied.

I go!

The heads of the various sects showed shock on their faces. The position of martial arts leader has been vacant for nearly 20 years. Is it finally going to be re-selected now?
Of course, the heads of the four sects didn't show any expression, because they already knew about this matter, and they even discussed the re-selection of the martial arts leader!

Fan Jian looked at the expressions of the heads of the various sects, and asked Tie Xinlan suspiciously; "Don't you know about the election for the leader of the martial arts at this martial arts conference? Shouldn't this kind of thing be jointly recommended by the heads of all the sects?"

Tie Xinlan said: "I've heard a little bit about it, but it's just a matter of jointly recommending this kind of thing. In the martial arts, whoever has the biggest fist is the best. After all, the combined strength of the other schools can't compare with the four schools, so The four sects will decide on such a matter!"

Fan Jian said sympathetically, "It's really sad!"

"There is nothing to be sad about. Anyway, the strength of the martial arts leader must convince everyone. Except for the heads of the four major sects, the strength of the heads of the other sects is just soy sauce. No matter how they choose, they will not be able to win. Come on!" Tie Xinlan said indifferently.

"Could it be that there was no martial arts leader elected from other sects?" Fan Jian asked.

Tie Xinlan thought for a while and said seriously: "No, starting from the first generation of martial arts lords, the major martial arts lords are all born from the heads of the four major sects!"

When Fan Jian heard this, he immediately said angrily: "This is called dictatorship. The princes and generals have something to do with each other. Today I will interrupt this dictatorship system!"

Immediately shouted loudly: "I will be the One Piece King!"

Hearing this, all the martial artists from the various sects looked at Fan Jian as if they were looking at SB.

Tie Xinlan reminded in a low voice: "Brother Fan, you are not One Piece!"

Fan Jian said embarrassingly: "I'm sorry, I went to the wrong set, what I want to say is that I will be the leader of the martial arts!"

"Ha ha!"

"Hehehe!"

The faces of the martial arts people from the various sects showed caring smiles on the faces of the mentally retarded. My child, you really think too much, and you are quite the leader of the martial arts.
Master Sankong smiled and said: "Then those who want to participate in this election for the leader of the martial arts, please stand up!"

Mrs. Jingyi, eldest grandson Wuji, and Shi Tongxuan stepped forward directly.

Fan Jian also smiled and took a step forward. Other than that, no one came out. The reason is simple, they don't have masochism, and if they went up to compete with the heads of the four sects to rob the master of the martial arts sect, they were looking for abuse!

Master Sankong glanced at Fan Jian and the others, and asked, "Is there anyone else who wants to participate in the competition for the leader of the martial arts?"

The martial arts figures from various sects shook their heads one after another.

Seeing this scene, Master Sankong continued: "Since this is the case, then the poor monk will announce the rules. In this competition for the leader, choose the melee system, and you can attack at will until the last person is left without harming your life." Stand up, do you understand?"

Fan Jian nodded and said, "Understood, Master Sankong, don't you want to participate in the competition?"

Master Sankong put his palms together and said: "The poor monk is a monk, and the four elements are empty. For the false name of the leader of the martial arts, it is like a passing cloud!"

Fan Jian: "The four elements are all empty, so you are so narrow-minded, it means that your six sense organs are not clean!"

Master Sankong: ...

Martial artists from various sects: ...

This guy really did a great job, how dare he challenge Master Sankong at this time!

Master Sankong took a deep look at Fan Jianping, then took a deep breath and said, "Now the battle for the leader of the martial arts is officially started!"

Fan Jian, Changsun Wu and the three formed a four-legged confrontation, and no one moved first!

At the same time, the fat man shouted loudly: "Come on, the market is open. I will bet on who can become the leader of the martial arts alliance. Fan Jian becomes the leader of the martial arts alliance and loses 1 to 2. Changsun Wuji, Shi Tongxuan, and Mrs. Jingyi 1: It's 5, pass by, don't miss it!"

When the martial arts people from various sects heard Fatty's opening, they were all moved, but they were worried that Fatty didn't have the strength to lose money!

So he asked: "Little fat man, do you have the money to pay?"

Fatty: "Necessary. Of course I have money to start a business. My boss has nearly tens of billions in deposits. Isn't it a piece of cake to play with you?"

Upon hearing this, the martial arts practitioners from various sects immediately felt that there was nothing wrong with him. Even if this kid really had no money, it would be over if he got his money back, so they all started betting with money.

"I bet that Master Shi can win the martial arts leader, and I will offer one hundred thousand!"

"It's only 100, Head Cai, you're too petty, I'll offer [-] million to bet that the eldest grandson will win!"

"I'll bet 30 on the head of the stone!"

"20 stone master!"

……

People from various martial arts slapped money in front of Fatty, most of them were betting on Shi Tongxuan, or grandson Wuji to win the position of martial arts leader. Fan Jian was even worse, he didn't even have a bettor!
Fatty: "I'll go, are you so disrespectful to my boss?"

When the martial arts practitioners from various sects heard this, mocking expressions appeared on their faces: "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"Betting that he can win the martial arts leader, are we burning too much money?"

"He's humiliating himself if he goes up, I suspect he's the first one to be eliminated!"

"You don't have to doubt it, it's absolutely true!"

……

Fatty looked helpless, it seems that no one believes that his boss can win, but this is better, when the boss wins, he will make a net profit!

Immediately the fat man approached Master Sankong and said, "Master Sankong, don't you want to gamble?"

"For monks and nuns, all four things are empty, one is against killing, the other is against stealing, the third is against sexual immorality, the fourth is against lying, the fifth is against drinking alcohol, the sixth is against wearing fragrant flowers, the seventh is against sitting on a high and wide bed, and the eighth is against eating out of season, how can you gamble!"

Fatty: "Master, a small gamble will make you happy, but a big gamble will hurt your health. A small gamble will be fine!"

"Good, good!" Master Sankong closed his eyes!

The fat man looked disappointed, and he made less money!
At the martial arts scene at this time, Fan Jian and the others still maintained their previous postures, none of them moved, while the eyes of the other three were staring at each other closely. No one cared about Fan Jian, because in their eyes, Fan Jian Vulnerable to one blow, even if they were both wounded and wanted to kick Fan Jian out, it would only take a few tricks, but the real opponents would still be the three of them!
Seeing that no one was willing to take the lead, Fan Jian couldn't help yawning, and said, "You stand there and don't make a move. You are planning to live longer than anyone else, and see who can beat the other to death first?"

(End of this chapter)