Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself.

Although Wu Gong now wants to enter Xiangyang City to find Huang Rong, he is not that urgent. However, with Guo Fu leading the team, there will be no more bloody things along the way.

After entering Xiangyang City.

It was not as quiet as imagined, but instead extremely lively.

Due to various special reasons, this city has completely become a martial arts city at this moment. On the street, there are all kinds of weapons shops and medicine and liquor shops. In addition, there is the aroma of wine floating in the air. Other than that, there are no shops like clothing stores or grocery stores at all. Various martial arts people walked in this city, and most of them had strong evil spirits on their bodies, and they had obviously killed many people.

Some of the monks with bare heads are particularly eye-catching.

These monks did not wear any gray robes, but wore compact personal armor. At first glance, it did not look like the personal armor cast in the Central Plains. Instead, it looked more like it was cast in the Western Regions. The style was not much different from that in the Central Plains. relation. But it looks like it should be extremely tough.

As if seeing Wu Gong's doubts, Guo Fu said: "These great monks opened the passage to the Western Regions from nowhere and purchased a large number of personal soft armors. With the help of these personal soft armors, Shaolin Temple Almost no one died at one time. In addition, they also purchased a large number of crossbows, which can even shoot with Mongolian short bows." There was a hint of injustice in Guo Fu's tone. In fact, these great monks not only use it for themselves, but also sell it everywhere for several times the price they paid for it. To put it bluntly, although these great monks wore the best equipment, they killed the least number of Mongolians. Instead, they sold all kinds of weapons and armor they bought from the Western Regions at extremely high prices. Sell ​​it and make money in this Xiangyang city.

They don't care at all whether the Mongols invade, they only care about whether they can make enough money. This is why Guo Fu is dissatisfied. If they didn't sell crossbows at such high prices, why would they have made such huge sacrifices in the fight with the Mongols?

The convoy followed the horse team and passed by these great monks. Wu Gong's eyes swept over the faces of these monks, and his calm gaze did not attract the attention of the monks. It should be said that it did not attract the attention of most of the monks.

In the distance, an old monk with gray eyebrows suddenly raised his eyebrows. His eyes turned this way like a camera, and he quickly met Wu Gong's eyes. The two eyes collided. There was a crackling sound in the air. It was like lightning and thunder, causing many people to look up into the air.

Wu Gong shook his head.

The great monk called out the name of Amitabha Buddha.

He turned his attention back to the disciple in front of him.

Among the entire team, Li Mochou has the most sensitive senses.

Although she had not been able to successfully detect the difference in this great monk before, she now understood that this great monk was also a very powerful guy. It was no exaggeration to say that you would not think of him as powerful at all.

Shaolin Temple has a long tradition.

With a long history, the sect possesses a variety of unique skills, among which there are many masters in the sect. Although they have always been inconspicuous in the world, no one dares to underestimate their strength.

"Which of you knows this old guy?"

Everyone in the motorcade shook their heads, saying that they didn't know who this old guy was. Even the King of Poisonous Hand Medicine was at a loss. He was the earliest person in the world among the entire team and had the most experience in the world. He also knew a lot about some old monsters who were inconspicuous.

But he had no understanding at all of this great monk whose eyebrows were all gray.

"This Buddhist school emphasizes pure cultivation. It may be an old monk who has been in seclusion for decades. Maybe he has never left the Shaolin Temple in his life. This is the first time for a newcomer to the world." Wu Gong was not convinced. He waved his hand in concern, but then said: "There is a real Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in Xiangyang City, but no matter how many grasshoppers there are, they may not be able to stop the Mongols' 300,000 cavalry."

Wu Gong's words were full of arrogance.

However, he does have the capital to be arrogant.

His strength is in the entire world, and although he cannot be said to be the top master, once he encounters a big scene and encounters a large group fighting, Wu Gong's lethality will be fully demonstrated.

Don't do anything else, just grow bigger and spray your poisonous blood into the air, which is enough to bring about subversive changes on the battlefield.

The convoy continued to move forward. Because of the large number of people, the originally wide streets in Xiangyang City seemed a little narrow at this moment, so the speed of movement was not too fast. In this way, a lot of people had to step aside to avoid it. distance moved.

However, the road gradually widened, and some brand-new bluestone tiles appeared on both sides of the road. From the area of ​​these brand-new tiles, it is not difficult to see that they should have been houses not long ago, but they were just demolished. .

Instead, there is a huge arena with an area of ​​nearly thousands of square meters in the middle of the road. There are more than ten drums placed around the arena. Each drum is three to four meters high. The red patent leather on the side of the drum blooms with a faint sound. The oily sheen should be able to directly reflect a person's reflection when standing in front of it.

"Where is this place? Why is there such a big arena?" Wu Gong just finished asking this question, and suddenly remembered again, "I remembered, the world's best martial arts conference!"

Guo Fu nodded: "Yes! It is this world's best martial arts conference that has attracted such a large number of people from all walks of life. This time, whoever can win the first place in this martial arts conference will become a member of the martial arts world." Leader.

All sects must obey the orders of the leader of the martial arts alliance, and the leader of the martial arts alliance must lead the Jianghu sects to fight the decisive battle with the Mongols. He does not seek to kill all the Mongols, but only seeks to make the Mongols retreat and ensure the stability of the Central Plains."

Wu Gong curled his lips and said with a little disdain: "It sounds like the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance is a bit hot on the butt. After becoming the leader of the martial arts alliance, he will also lead the Jianghu sect to repel the Mongols. This Mongolian is an extra martial arts leader. Can the leader defeat him?"

Obviously not possible.

Everyone present also understood that this martial arts leader was probably just a false name. Huang Rong's purpose of organizing this world's best martial arts conference was to gather here those people in the world who couldn't see this relationship clearly.

Although they are not strong enough, arriving here is equivalent to boarding a pirate ship. Under the pressure of the general situation, they must join the army of the Song Dynasty to fight with the Mongols.

The purpose of holding this No. 1 martial arts tournament in the world is not to elect a martial arts leader, but that the Xiangyang defense line is short of people and needs enough cannon fodder to fill the line, that's all.

All the big sects in the world understand it.

They were originally not prepared to get involved, but under Huang Rong's coercion and inducement, they had no choice but to start helping the world's number one martial arts tournament to hold up the scene.

It is precisely because of the joining of these martial arts sects that people from all walks of life come here.