I am reincarnated in the heavens and become a dragon

Li Zhige withdrew his palm, and didn't take another look at Kongwen.

The black crowd was in an uproar.

The Demon Suppressing Conference ended anticlimactically, and the magical fist Li Zhige did not fall into the devil's way. It was Master Kongwen of Shaolin who fell into the devil's way.

Master Kongzhi opened his eyes, and with tears in his eyes, he said with a smile, "Brother Kongwen, you should be reborn in bliss."

Looking at Li Zhige, Master Kongzhi performed a Buddhist ceremony and said calmly, "Master Li, Senior Brother Kongwen has fallen into a demonic path, thank you for helping him out. Senior Brother Kongwen will not blame you, and neither will Shaolin." you."

Li Zhige shook his head and said, "Master Kongzhi, Li believes that monks are also mortals, not Buddhas, what do you think?"

Master Kongzhi nodded, "Yes."

Li Zhige laughed, pointing at Master Kongzhi and said with a smile, "Master Kongzhi, if Shaolin had more sober and intelligent monks like you, then Shaolin would not decline naturally. If the monks in Shaolin are still stupid, then it would be a shame. Can't tell."

Kongzhi replied blankly, "Master Li Men teaches, monks are taught, and Shaolin is taught."

After speaking, Kong Zhi walked towards the ring, carrying Kong Wen on his shoulders.

Seeing Kong Zhi approaching, followed by a group of dejected and defeated disciples of Arhat Hall, the black crowd made way for them, pointing at them, and no longer had the awe they used to have for eminent monks in their eyes.

Li Zhige stretched out his hand to grab it, and tore off the banners hanging from the pillars of the arena, looked at Song Yuanqiao and the others, and said with a smile, "Kongwen is dead, do you think there are any demons in this Qiantang?"

Song Yuanqiao clasped his fists at Li Zhige and said with a smile, "Wudang faction didn't see it."

He Taichong and Ban Shuxian looked at each other, facing Li Zhige, their Kunlun dare not be as casual as Wudang.

Respectfully bowing his hands to Li Zhige, He Taichong said in a deep voice, "Kongwen is the devil, now that Kongwen is dead, there is no devil in Qiantang."

Kongtong Five Elders and Huashan Xianyutong had obsequious smiles on their faces, and quickly followed suit to express their opinions.

Li Zhige nodded in satisfaction, looked at the crowded crowd, and said loudly, "Everyone in the martial arts world, the Demon Suppressing Conference is over. Shenquanmen is the landlord of Qiantang. You have come from a long way, so be sure to stay and drink a glass of thin wine. Let Li I will do my best to be a landlord."

After Li Zhige finished speaking, the crowd immediately shouted, "Since Master Li has spoken, why don't the brothers leave after eating and drinking?"

"A certain family has the cheek to beg for two more drinks from Master Li!"

"Master Li's defeat of Shaolin today is really a great feat. Only a toast to Master Li can express a certain family's admiration for Master Li."

Looking at the dark crowd, Li Zhige

With a smile on his face, he said to Ma Wei, "Master Ma, please help us organize the banquet. Li wants to invite heroes from all walks of life."

Ma Wei was full of excitement, and trotted forward, slapping his chest loudly, "Master Li, leave these trivial matters to me, and I will never neglect the heroes of all walks of life."

Looking at the disciples of the Emei School who were about to leave with Shaolin, Ma Wei lowered his voice again, made a gesture of wiping his neck, and asked in a low voice, "Master Li, those Emei disciples, do you want...?"

Li Zhige glanced at the leaving Emei people, shook his head and said, "Let them go. Li can be killed, if they have the ability, they can also kill Li."

Chapter 49 Don't Follow the Poor Monk

On the bank of the river, dark crowds walked towards the city gate in groups.

Ma Wei led the disciples of the Giant Whale Gang to greet people from all corners of the country with a smile. Since Master Li entrusted him with such an important task, he would never let Master Li down.

Song Yuanqiao and other masters from the great sect were personally entertained by Li Zhige.

Soon, the crowd dispersed and all poured into the city gate, only Yuan Cai was left alone on the open river bank, he felt as if he had been abandoned by the world.

"From today onwards, members of the Haisha faction will disappear from the south of the Yangtze River, and the property left by the Haisha faction in the south of the Yangtze River will belong to the Giant Whale Gang."

Recalling what Li Zhige said, Yuan Cai felt cold all over his body, as if falling into an ice cellar.

The Haisha faction has been established for nearly a hundred years.

Since his great-grandfather began to take root in the south of the Yangtze River, and through the development of his grandfather and father for three generations, the Haisha faction finally achieved the status of today's martial arts.

However, because of that person's words, he had to give up the century-old business of the Haisha faction and leave his hometown.

As for resistance, Yuan Cai didn't think about it, nor did he dare to think about it.

Apart from Yuan Cai, there was another group of people who did not leave.

On a big boat on the river bank, Zhao Min was standing at the bow, the folding fan in her hand had already been closed, her pretty face was so gloomy that water could almost drip.

Before coming to Jiangnan, Zhao Min still had some regrets, regretting that Li Zhige was going to be in Shaolin's hands, Zhao Min was in a happy mood at that time.

Now, seeing Li Zhige breaking the Shaolin Great Arhat Formation and Monk Kongwen begging to die to resolve grievances, she couldn't be happier.

The imaginary scene of a dog biting a dog's mouth hair did not happen.

On the contrary, she felt that the man named Li Zhige was more dangerous.

At this time, everyone could see that Zhao Min was in a bad mood, and no one dared to speak.

The river wind blows people's clothes.

call!

Zhao Min let out a deep breath, and once again she put on a smile with a winning ticket on her face, and said to the subordinates behind her, "This princess has already valued Li Zhige enough, I don't want to underestimate him."

"But he is a person after all, and he is nothing in front of the court."

Seeing that Zhao Min's mood improved, Zha Yadu became happy, nodded and agreed, "Minmin is right, no matter how brave Li Zhige is, he is always alone. If Minmin wants to deal with him, I will Immediately dispatch an army to surround Qiantang and uproot Li Zhige and the Shenquan Gate."

Zhao Min ignored Zha Yadu, turned his head to look at the figure shrouded in the black robe, and said coldly, "The plan to instigate the martial arts factions to kill each other should be put on the agenda. Da Pai is the most familiar with this matter, and this matter is left to you. The people under the command of the princess are at your disposal, and you must handle this matter beautifully."

Yuan Zhen leaned slightly, and replied in a hoarse voice, "Please don't worry, the Princess, the poor monk has led people to pretend to be members of the Ming Cult to attack the major sects of the martial arts, and the people of the major sects will definitely hate the Ming Cult. I believe it will not take long. The princess will be able to see all the major factions besieging Guangmingding."

On the big boat, a burly man with long hair and shawls was dressed as a tuduo. His face was covered with knife marks all over his face, covering his true face.

At this moment, Toutuo squinted his eyes, trying not to let himself look strange.

Maybe it's a woman's intuition, Zhao Min looked at Ku Toutuo, and said with a smile, "Seeing Li Zhige's supernatural power, this princess is also itchy. Master Ku, you will be by my princess these days , to teach the princess martial arts, and you are not allowed to leave half a step."

Ku Toutuo's heart beat wildly, he forced himself to calm down, and nodded to Zhao Min, showing joy.

On the official road outside Qiantang City, Zhou Zhiruo raised her long sword and followed closely behind Master Kongzhi.

Master Kongzhi turned to look at Zhou Zhiruo, and said expressionlessly, "Benefactor Zhou, Shaolin has already lost to Li Zhige, so don't mention justice for you Emei again. Don't follow the poor monk. Wherever you come from, just go back." where to go."

Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face was weak, she looked at Master Kongzhi, and said sincerely, "This time the Demon Suppressing Conference was supposed to uphold justice for me, Emei, I don't want that villain Li Zhige's martial arts to be so tyrannical, that it would be unheard of." Master died in vain, Zhiruo is extremely sorry."

"But Master Kongzhi, we can't just let this matter go! After this Demon Suppressing Conference, the reputation of the Emei and Shaolin factions in the Jianghu has begun to decline. If we let go

Abandoning revenge on Li Zhige, the Jianghu will think that I, Emei, are afraid of Li Zhige, and that Shaolin is afraid of Li Zhige. "

"At that time, the reputation of Emei and Shaolin will fall to the bottom."

"Master Kongzhi, Shaolin's thousand-year-old temple, you can't just bow your head like this."

Master Kongzhi stopped in his tracks, with deep eyes and a calm expression, he asked, "Benefactor Zhou, what exactly do you want to say?"

Zhou Zhiruo bowed to Master Kongzhi, and said in a firm tone, "I want to go back to Shaolin with Master, and implore Shaolin to hold the Demon Suppressing Conference again to suppress Li Zhige."

"Master, think about it, if Shaolin can suppress Li Zhige in front of all the heroes in the world, not only will it be able to avenge its shame, but more importantly, it can restore Shaolin's reputation and stabilize its position as the master of Shaolin martial arts."

Master Kongzhi shook his head and said meaningfully, "Benefactor Zhou, you are eager to avenge your master, and the poor monk understands your feelings. However, the poor monk would like to advise you, don't be blinded by hatred and bring the Emei sect to a place that is beyond redemption." situation."

"Master Li is a generation of heroes. It is not shameful to lose to him. The poor monk can afford to lose, and the ancient Shaolin temple can also afford to lose. Zhou Shizhu, you insist on revenge, and the poor monk will not stop you, but you don't want to take Shaolin with you." Emei tied together."

"Go back to Emei, don't follow the poor monk."

After finishing speaking, Master Kongzhi waved his sleeves, and the sleeve robe swept Zhou Zhiruo away, and led dozens of Arhat Hall disciples to the distance.

Standing by the side of the road, Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face turned blue and then turned pale as she watched Master Kongzhi and Luohantang disciples walk away.

Jingxuan came over and asked Zhou Zhiruo, "Junior Sister Zhiruo, what should we do now?"

Zhou Zhiruo didn't answer, she looked at Kong Zhi's back with hatred, blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth, her eyes were full of despair and unwillingness.

Ding Minjun stood up and said angrily, "Wudang has lost its reputation, and Shaolin has lost its reputation. They are all afraid of that villain, Li Zhige, and refuse to uphold justice for Emei. Since others cannot be relied on, then we will rely on ourselves."

"Junior Sister Zhiruo, you hand over the iron ring of the sect master, and when the senior sister has practiced martial arts well, she will definitely kill that villain Li Zhige to avenge the master."

Zhou Zhiruo turned her head, her cold eyes were devouring, and Ding Minjun was so frightened that she took a few steps back.

Chapter 50 Conflict

At night, Qiantang County is brightly lit.

Standing in the suburbs, Yang Qingqing looked back at Qiantang, with a slight smile on his face, and said calmly, "Yuhuan, let's go."

Wang Yuhuan had a burden on her shoulders, and she cursed angrily, "That big piece of wood Li Zhige is heartless and ungrateful, and Sister Yang came all the way to help him, and he won't say anything more to persuade him."

Yang Qingqing shook his head and smiled, "It's not that he doesn't want to stay, but that I want to leave. Yuhuan, you know I don't like lively things."

Wang Yuhuan asked in confusion, "Sister Yang, what are you after?"

For what?

Yang Qingqing was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yuhuan, you don't have to have a purpose in everything you do. There are some things that you can do as you want, for no reason."

Wang Yuhuan shook her head and complained, "Sister Yang, you are such a weirdo."

Weird?

Maybe so.

Yang Qingqing stopped explaining, left Qiantang under the moonlight, and headed for Zhongnan.She is not an ordinary person, so she can't stay in the world of mortals for a long time.

In the hall of Shenquanmen, several tables were set up.

At the middle table, Li Zhige sat at the head seat, accompanied by Han Maofei, Yin Tianzheng, Song Yuanqiao and others.

Outside the hall, the entire Martial arts arena was filled with tables, and people from all over the world sat beside the tables.But there were too many people, even if the martial arts arena was full of tables, it was impossible for everyone to sit down.

Ma Wei, holding a wine bowl, wandered among the tables, toasting to the Jianghu people non-stop.

"Master Li asked Ma to entertain all the heroes."

"Heroes, eat and drink well. If you need anything, just greet me as a disciple of the Giant Whale Gang. If the Giant Whale Gang is negligent, heroes, don't take it to heart."

"Here, heroes, Ma will present you with a bowl on behalf of Sect Master Li."

After Ma Wei finished speaking, all the people in the rivers and lakes unanimously raised their bowls, and hurriedly replied, "What about the words of Ma Gangzhu, thanks to Li Family Master who thinks highly of it, we will also respect Li Family Master with a bowl of wine."

When all the Jiang Hu people stood up and raised their wine bowls, Song Qingshu, who was sitting still, was extremely conspicuous.

At this moment, Song Qingshu was full of resentment.

He, Song Qingshu, is the first disciple of the three generations of Wudang, his status is so noble, why can't he sit in the hall, but come to the martial arts field to sit with these mud legs?

Thinking of Song Yuanqiao's eyes sternly scolding him to get out of the hall, Song Qingshu once suspected that Song Yuanqiao picked him up from the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Song Qingshu picked up the wine bowl and took a big gulp of wine, looking extremely out of place.

Everyone in Jianghu didn't appreciate Song Qingshu highly, and said with a smile to themselves, "This time Master Li broke the big arhat formation, defeated Shaolin forcefully, made Shaolin bow his head and admit defeat, it really opened my eyes."

"That's right, Master Li's unrivaled magical skills are amazing. But this is not the first time Shaolin bowed his head. The last person who made Shaolin bow his head was Wudang Master Zhang."

"Master Li is young, his miraculous skills are world-class, and he overwhelms the martial arts world. He directly catches up with Master Zhang of Wudang, and he can be called the second master of Zhang Zhenren."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu couldn't sit still, he suddenly stood up, looked around, and cursed, "Shut up!"

"My master is a man of high morals and prestige, and he overwhelms the martial arts world. How can Li Zhige be compared with my master? Is it because he acts domineeringly and uses cruel means?"

"You people are all soft bones. After drinking two mouthfuls of horse urine, Li Zhige praised him to the sky. I feel ashamed for you."

After Song Qingshu's words fell, the entire martial arts arena of Shenquan Sect exploded.

Yang Xiong, the leader of the White Horse Gang, walked out with a knife, looked at Song Qingshu, and said solemnly, "Song Shaoxia, Yang Xiongjing, you are a high-level Wudang disciple, and I don't want to fight with you. But Master Li is the benefactor of the White Horse Gang, and he is the most respected hero in Yang Xiong's life." Hero. It doesn’t matter if you insult Yang Xiong and the others, but you should never insult Master Li.”

"Please take back what you just said."

Song Qingshu squinted at Yang Xiong, and said with a sneer, "If I refuse to take it back, what should you do?"

"If you refuse to take back what you just said, Deng Yu will teach you the unique skills of Wudang."

Deng Yu, the master of the Iron Sword Sect, also stood up. He held down the hilt of the sword with one hand, and looked at Song Qingshu with unfriendly eyes.

Shenquan Li Zhige killed Miejue Shitai, he was the benefactor of Tiejianmen.The benefactor was humiliated, how could he pretend not to see Deng Yu?

Looking around, Song Qingshu was not intimidated. He stared blankly, his face full of arrogance, sneered and said to the surrounding crowd, "Just because you mobs are worthy of teaching me the unique skills of Wudang?"

Song Qingshu, as the first disciple of the three generations of Wudang, and the parent and son of Song Yuanqiao, the head of Wudang, he has the capital to be proud of.But who isn't proud to be in the rivers and lakes?

Immediately, someone stood up, looked at Song Qingshu coldly, and said in a deep voice, "Song Qingshu, I respect Zhang Zhenren so that I can give you Wudang face. But if you insult Master Li and us, if you don't apologize, we will give you a face." Even if you are hacked to death with random knives, forgive Zhang Daoist, you can't say that I was wrong to wait."