Once conquered the world, once conquered the city

They all stared blankly at the five people.Finally, the bald donkey in the sky on the stage spoke, and the voice was a little weaker than the initial impassionedness. I held back my laughter, but thinking about it, I was wearing a gauze anyway, so I simply grinned up.That's a joy.

"You are not welcome here!" said the head of the Cangqiong Sect, and the people below began to echo.

"You guys, are you afraid of losing?" The woman named Miao said innocently, her eyes were full of innocence and doubt, but she told the truth. These people should be afraid of losing, right?If at the martial arts conference held at home to elect the leader of the martial arts to encircle and suppress the Demon Sect, if the leader of the martial arts was captured by the people of the Demon Sect, wouldn't it be a big joke?

"We don't bother fighting with the Demon Cult!" The head of the bald donkey became a little impassioned again, as if this could save some face.

"Oh~~" Miao dragged her voice out, "Well, that's because you're afraid of losing. The leader said that as long as you decent people are afraid of losing, you will come up with such excuses as disdain to fight, but if you think If you will win, you will definitely not put on such a lofty posture, and if you win, you will say that others are vulnerable..."

well said!I also think so!I don’t know if it’s because I watched too much Yitian Tulongji before, but I don’t like these famous and decent families.

"You!" The head of the bald donkey was obviously stunned speechless.

"Isn't your martial arts conference open to everyone in the world?" There was a mocking smile on the lips of the evil-looking man, and the whole sentence was also full of mockery.

"The Martial Arts Conference is open to all people with lofty ideals in the world! Do you have a demon sect?" the Taoist priest with Xumei who was standing not far from the old man roared angrily.But Yao, the evil Lord of Dust, just sneered.

"Ambition? Of course, the extermination of the seven sects is the ambition of our religion, why? Don't you all know it? Isn't it ambitious enough?"

"Arrogance!" Daoist Xumei's beard was trembling with anger, but the old man, the old man they praised just now, didn't say a word.

"Whether it's arrogance or not, we'll see in the arena." Yao shrugged his shoulders, and I realized that none of the five of them were wearing weapons. It suddenly occurred to me that even the most skilled people don't wear weapons...

The old man suddenly said to Xumei in a low voice, "Maybe we can take this opportunity to find out the reality of the Demon Cult... It may not be impossible to let them participate in the battle."

Still an old man with insight!Tai Dou really wasn't a fake.

Xu Mei frowned and frowned, and finally walked towards the head of the bald donkey on the stage, whispering a few words in his ear.

"In that case, how many of you signed up to join the war?" Bald Donkey must have accepted the old man's opinion, and said loudly to the five people at the door.

"Six people." This time it wasn't the evil man Yao who spoke, but the calm man beside him Yan.

"Six people?" The bald donkey looked at them puzzled, and I also looked at them puzzled. Isn't there only five people?

"Yes, and this seat." A voice came, and a white soft sedan chair was brought in at the door. The person who was speaking was the person sitting in the soft sedan chair, and his tone was flat, without any ups and downs.

But I saw that everyone's face changed drastically, as if they heard Yan Luo's call, even the old man's hands on both sides of his clothes were clenched into fists.

In the whole world, there is only one person who claims to be this seat.That person is the leader of the Qijue Sect who looks down on the world.I don't know why I knew the identity of the person in the sedan chair, but I knew it. My head began to ache, and my chest was writhing, as if I would vomit blood when I opened my mouth.

"Qijue sect master Han joins hands with the next five hall masters to join the battle." His voice was still as calm as water coming from the soft sedan chair.

I finally suppressed a light cough in my throat, and my mouth was full of fishy sweetness.

The author has something to say: Xiao Gong's appearance is still not domineering enough. .I really can't think of it. .

5. I want to compete too?I don't know martial arts! ...

How could he be coughing up blood?Could it be that the person in the soft sedan has bothered me?It can't be... It must be that the serious illness in this body has not fully healed.

The martial arts competition will start soon. The various sects saw that there are demon sects participating in the battle, and all the disciples participating in the battle have been re-screened. At this time, sending newcomers to the ring is like sending them to death!Many people with no background and no affiliation even consciously disqualified, preferring to be silent spectators...

Someone has come out to announce the rules of the contest just now, no one can be put to death, each sect must have two or more people to participate in the battle, otherwise it will be regarded as abstention, no faction members are not subject to this restriction, five people in each group, one group One of them goes to the ring first, and the other person in the group goes up to fight. The winner will fight against the third person in the group, and the winner will fight against the fourth person. By analogy, the winner of the group is selected, and then Form teams until the champion is determined.

I suddenly felt that something was wrong, and after thinking about it carefully, it was really wrong!Each sect must have two or more people to participate!He is one man, old man, and another man...

"Old man!" I called him in a low voice, gnashing my teeth, "Did you count me in too!"

He had sly eyes and a mischievous smile, "I took you down the mountain just to ask you to join in..."

"I don't know martial arts!" I growled angrily, but the old man smiled disapprovingly, "You can take any weapon and hit it twice, don't worry, you won't kill anyone..."

I knew this old man was not reliable at all!

The people in the first group are all very strong. Mu Nishang, the master of the Ziding sect, and Miao, the master of the Zhishui hall of the Qijuejiao, are both in this group. I think this is also a decision made by the heads of the seven sects after discussion. To explore the reality of the Qijuejiao, the head of Zhishuitang Miao looks like a delicate woman, it is the best to find out from her, and the head of the Ziding School can also take advantage of the opportunity to defeat the prestige of the Qijuejiao.

The first person to go up the ring was a strong man named Qu Feng, a disciple of the Jinling Sect. The hammer he was holding weighed seventy to eighty catties by visual inspection. He held it like a hammer. It is as easy as holding a folding fan.But Miao walked up immediately, I looked at her petite figure, and then at the fat man with a hammer standing on the other side of the ring... I'm afraid I could crush her to death, right?

Someone below began to bet quietly.

"Do you think Qu Feng will win or Master Miao?"

"Qu Feng, right? Look at that woman, her waist is so thin...it looks like it would break if you pinch it..."

"Well, I think the woman will win."

"why?"

"The disciples from the Han Sect are not that simple. These five are all closed-door disciples taught by Han Qin... The Qijue Sect is so big, and she can manage a class by herself, so she must have her ability." The person who spoke His analysis was correct, he didn't despise her just because he despised her identity as a Demon Cult, I couldn't help but take a look at him, he was a handsome young man in his early twenties, his attire was similar to that of the Liuluan Sect Those people are somewhat similar, they should be disciples of the Liuluan Sect.

"Hey - she's also a Demon Cult woman anyway, but she's just good-looking, maybe it's because of her beauty that she's the only one in charge?"

The martial arts competition on the stage finally started, and everyone was silent, all eyes were on the two people on the stage.

"The third disciple of the Jinling School, Qu Feng!" The fat man on the stage clasped his fists together, "Please give me your advice!"

"Qijue Zhishui, Miao." The woman's voice was soft and weak, "Please give me more advice." Even her tone was flat, and her eyes were flat as well, as if this wasn't a martial arts contest, and the one in front of her was not a person who might be seriously injured. own people.

But it turned out that this fat man was indeed not someone who would seriously injure her.As soon as the fight started, Qu Feng swung the hammer. It has to be said that with such a heavy hammer, Qu Feng's speed was already very fast, but Miao's backflip after three folds was done in one go. Like dancing.As soon as the expert stretched out his hand, he knew if it was there, and when he saw the three somersaults, the old man said softly, "Qi Jue teaches that girl, she will win."

His tone is sure.

The movements of the people on the field didn't stop for a moment. The fat man Qu Feng swung his big hammer, but he smashed it repeatedly. The wooden ring floor was damaged in many places, but Miao was like a child who was having fun. The footsteps of each dodge are like dance steps, moving lightly and lightly on the field.

As if she had finally had enough of playing, Miao suddenly stopped her dodging dance steps, and she soared into the air, and her height was so high that I almost thought she had turned into a rocket that was launched...

"Tsk tsk, I have long heard that the master of the Zhishui hall is unparalleled in lightness kung fu, and it is true..." The young man who looked like a member of the Liuluan sect said this, and the old man also looked sideways at him , he stopped talking.

Miao was just soaring in the air, suddenly, she swooped down, and her hands made a few movements, and suddenly the air swords all over the sky rushed towards the fat man on the field like rain... She tapped her toes and landed lightly on the corner of the ring On the pillar, the fat man Qu Feng stood where he was, his hand holding the hammer hangs down.

"Give it up." Miao's voice was still soft and weak. Everyone still didn't understand why she said this, but they saw the fat man on the stage. In the blink of an eye, the countless cuts on his body instantly turned into a blood The man fell on the floor of the ring and twitched. I was terrified when I saw the tragic situation. There were so many Qi swords in the sky just now, all of them were cut on the body. Isn't that no different from Ling Chi?I shuddered.The people who cleared the scene immediately came to the stage and carried the injured off.