Wei Biwuji

"Amitabha, Master Wei, the poor monk is naturally Han Chinese, my Buddha is merciful, and I, Shaolin, will try my best to help the people."

"Shaolin is the master of today's martial arts, and should be a model for other sects. Master Kongzhi, I don't think you are ignorant. Besides, you really think that the Mongols will let Shaolin Temple go. You must know that they have already visited Shaolin Temple once. There is no guarantee there will be a next time.”

Wei Bi continued to persuade Kong Zhi, it could even be said to be a threat, but this is also true, since Yuan Ting can destroy Shaolin once, then he can destroy Shaolin a second time, Shaolin has no choice but to join the alliance.

"My Wudang faction should join the alliance and do our part to drive out the Tartars!"

Song Yuanqiao, who was seated first on the right, answered, which was regarded as supporting Zhang Wuji's words, and in a disguised form, was forcing Shaolin Temple to express its opinion.

"Amitabha, since this is the case, I, Shaolin, will also join the alliance and act in accordance with the laws of the alliance in the future."

"Well, this afternoon, I will go to my Mingjiao Wangyun Peak to have a showdown and elect the leader of the martial arts."

After saying this, the heads of each sect retreated to their own sect's location to prepare for the competition in the afternoon.

Since the destruction of the Southern Song Dynasty and the founding of the Yuan Dynasty, Jianghu Wulin has not held a martial arts conference for more than a hundred years. The five masters of the former famous Wulin have also disappeared in the long river of history. Now I can witness such a grand event. Naturally, I cannot restrain my excitement. At the same time I also hope that I can become famous in the world with this.

"Wuji, at this martial arts conference, you must be determined to win the position of martial arts leader."

Song Yuanqiao and the Wudang faction sat in the inner courtyard with Zhang Wuji and Wei Bi, discussing the details of the next step in the fight against the Yuan Dynasty. Song Qingshu and Zhu Jiuzhen had long since gone to have a private meeting.

"That's right, Uncle Master, there is a deep gap between the martial arts sects, and Yuan Ting is acting as a hindrance. It's like a pan of loose sand. Even if you have the ability to resist Mongolia, you can't use them all. This requires a leader to coordinate inside. Some abilities, and this is also an excellent opportunity to improve Mingjiao's image, I have no reason to refuse."

"Wuji, I'm very pleased that you can think of Master Uncle like this. By the way, your parents and your master miss you very much. If you have time, go back to Wudang to see them."

"Yes, master, it's just a big Mingjiao. I have only taken over the position of leader for more than a month, and there are still many teaching affairs that need to be familiarized with. If I have time in the future, I will definitely return to Wudang."

After the Wudang faction left, Zhang Wuji spoke to Wei Bi.

"Little uncle, I actually don't want to be the leader of the martial arts at all."

"I know, I don't like to deal with affairs, but I have a responsibility and I have to do it."

"Little uncle, if we succeed in resisting Yuan in the future, what should we do next?"

"At that time, you can become the emperor yourself, or you can hand over the throne to others."

"Then how do you want me to choose, little uncle?"

Wei Bi took a look at Zhang Wuji, but found that Zhang Wuji, who usually laughed and laughed at him, was now very serious.

"I hope you can ascend the throne and become emperor, and then I will help you govern the country well. When the political situation is stable, you can decide whether to go or stay."

"Little uncle, I will definitely become the leader of the martial arts alliance, and I won't let you down."

In the blink of an eye, it was the afternoon, and people from all sects had adjusted to their best condition. Even though they knew that their martial arts were not outstanding, they still hoped to be famous.If he can win a sliver of fame in today's martial arts conference, his name will surely go down in the history of martial arts in the future.

Wangyunfeng, the location of the martial arts field of Ming coaches, was built after the introduction of Persia into the Central Plains and established the general altar at Guangmingding. Hundreds of years of precipitation have given this place a chilling atmosphere.This is the first time that Wang Yunfeng welcomes people other than Mingjiao members. When they see the martial arts training ground, they are all secretly surprised, and sigh at the strength of Mingjiao.

"Everyone here, let me tell you about the regulations of the martial arts conference. There are eight rings here. First, eight people will guard the ring, and then they will attack the ring at will. Finally, the remaining eight people in the ring will compare each other two by two. Determine the leader of the martial arts, if anyone who refuses to accept can challenge the leader, the winner can take the position of leader, what do you think?"

"Master Zhang's plan is very good, so let's start."

Everyone agreed with Zhang Wuji's strategy, and then Zhang Wuji announced the start of the martial arts conference.I saw some disciples of small sects gearing up and eager to try. In fact, they all know that the leader of the martial arts has nothing to do with them, but they also want to have fun on the stage.

First of all, there are eight ring guards. It is basically impossible for these eight people to become the final winners, so each faction did not send out the most confident people. However, Zhang Wuji jumped onto the No. [-] ring with confidence and waited. The challenger comes up.On the second ring is Yu Lianzhou from the Wudang faction, on the third ring is Master Kongwen from Shaolin Temple, on the fourth ring is the law enforcement elder of the Beggar Gang, and on the fifth ring is Ban Shuxian representing the Kunlun faction. The one who guards the No. [-] ring is the fourth elder among the Kongtong Five Elders, Chang Jingzhi. The reputation of the Huashan faction has plummeted since Xianyu Tong was ruined. Now only the second elder is still supporting the facade. Now the one on the No. [-] ring is the old man Gao. Ouyang Yijing from Tiandihui on the final eighth ring.The martial arts competition officially started like this. The eight defenders are all high-level martial arts fighters, and they can be regarded as masters in the arena. The challengers are not to be outdone. At that time, the eight people in the ring had changed a lot.

Zhang Wuji and Master Kongwen were the only ones who had stood firm from the beginning until now, and the other six had changed. Zhang Cuishan was on the second ring, and Yin Tianzheng was standing on the fourth ring, guarding the fifth ring. The No. [-] ring was He Taichong, the No. [-] ring was replaced by Elder Cao of the Beggar Clan Chuan Gong, the No. Bi.After an afternoon of competition, these eight people have completed the first step in the selection of the leader of the martial arts alliance. At this time, Yang Xiao came forward and said:

"Everyone, it's getting late today. The eight in the arena please go back to rest. Tomorrow there will be a winner among the eight who will be the leader of the martial arts alliance. I don't know what you think?"

"As it should be."

"Amitabha, I have no objection from Shaolin Temple."

No matter what thoughts they had in their minds, people from all sects all nodded their heads in agreement, and then turned back to their resting courtyard to watch the final battle tomorrow.

"Little Martial Uncle, tomorrow do you think I can aspire to be the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

"If you want to, you can."

"Among the six people other than you and me, Dad, Guan Neng of the Kongtong School, and He Taichong of the Kunlun School are the weakest in martial arts. Grandpa, Elder Cao of the Beggar Gang, and Monk Kongwen of Shaolin Temple are only half a chip behind you and me in martial arts, but only As long as we don't carelessly underestimate the enemy, the position of martial arts leader is in our pocket."

"Then what will you do if you take the position of leader?"

"Little uncle, is this testing me?"

"So what?"

"Then I have to think carefully before answering. First of all, it is natural to establish the leading position of Mingjiao. This should not be difficult given my martial arts, many masters of Mingjiao, and the achievements of resisting Yuan Dynasty over the years; Power, this requires the cooperation of Wudang and Xiaoshishuyou Tiandihui, of course, a trip to Shaolin Temple is also required; and then a detailed and feasible plan must be formulated. Although Mongolia is invincible, its strength is undeniable, and it must not be taken lightly. "

"That's right, but the most important thing is a detailed and feasible plan. You can't do it arbitrarily. You have to use this to mobilize all the members of the Mingjiao. If you become the emperor in the future, then the Mingjiao people will be the team of your officials. From now on, it needs to be cultivated. As for Mongolia, I always feel that they still have a back hand, especially in terms of masters, masters of your master's level should hide in the dark, otherwise Mongolia would not dare to act so recklessly against the martial arts sects."

"Little uncle, then we need to redouble our practice. The people who are most hopeful to break through to that level in martial arts today are you and me except for the three old Shaolin monks mentioned by the master. As for the Shaolin Temple, I don't expect it Now, if I can become the emperor in the future, I will not have a better life in Shaolin."

"No matter which sect has its pros and cons, especially Buddhism, it is good if it can always lead people to be good, but some of the Buddhist precepts are too inhuman, and they should be corrected in the future, and Buddhism is the best at hiding filth. Nurgle, the words of laying down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the ground have caused many butchers to join Buddhism, if it is true self-cultivation, it's nothing, but butchers are still butchers when they enter Shaolin."

"There is also the preferential treatment given to Buddhism by the imperial courts of the past dynasties, tax-free grants of land, which seem to have immeasurable merits, but actually make the people have no fixed place to live, no land to cultivate, and increased taxes."

"It depends on our Hierarch Zhang."

As Wei Bi spoke, he glanced at Zhang Wuji, but Zhang Wuji was taken aback by the look in his eyes, his hands hidden in his sleeves had already clenched into fists.

"Little uncle, it's getting late today, take a good night's rest, and beat them to death in the martial arts field tomorrow."

Early in the morning of the second day, people from various schools consciously gathered at the Wangyunfeng Martial Arts Field. Today, a new generation of martial arts leaders will be decided. As witnesses of such a historic moment, everyone feels honored .

"Everyone, after yesterday's competition, eight masters have been determined. Today, these eight will compete again, and the one with the highest martial arts will be selected as the leader of the martial arts alliance, leading all factions to complete the great cause of fighting against the Yuan Dynasty!"

It has to be said that Yang Xiao is very talented in speech. After what he said, the blood of all the people present was excited, and they all raised their arms and shouted, wishing they could go to the battlefield and kill a few enemies at this moment.

"Not much to say, let's start today's competition. According to the procedure, today should be my Mingjiao leader vs. Kunlun faction Mr. He, Wudang faction Zhang Wuxia vs. Beggar Clan Master Cao, Shaolin Temple Master Kongwen vs. Kongtong faction Guan Neng , and in the end, I, the Eagle King of the Ming Sect, will fight against the owner of the Heaven and Earth Society Wei Zhuang. Please come to the ring, this time the fighting is over, don't kill anyone."

After finishing speaking, Yang Xiao stepped aside, and the eight people whose names were called jumped onto the ring. These four battles were not evenly matched. It was clear who was stronger and who was weaker, but they were all veterans with rich experience. Not as good as it is, but it won't be defeated for a moment.

The author has something to say: the May [-]st holiday is over, a new update is here, I hope you will comment a lot, I am sad