"Lord God, the Wulin assembly is invited to all the heroes in the world. If only my East Hall disciples are missing, I\'m afraid it\'s wrong?"

Hoo hoo——

At this time, a sedan chair rose from above the city gate, and then fell slowly on the ground. Behind him, a group of golden guards lined up in two rows, holding their heads high, which was also full of Qi.

"East Hall, Cao Zhengchun!"

When this feminine voice came, everyone\'s eyes fell on the flower sedan. Such a person is not father Cao, the flower of East Hall. Who can it be?

The sedan landed, and the flowers were scattered, with the smell of rouge powder. Cao Zhengchun lifted the curtain with his orchid finger and stepped out with a feminine smile. Although father Cao\'s face was full of smiles, it gave people a shivering feeling. This kind of smile is as sharp as a dagger.

"It turned out that father-in-law Cao came. It\'s too far to welcome him. Take a seat!"

The iron gall God Hou stroked his beard and waved his hand. The disciples below took a throne. With a smile, he is also a living smiling tiger.

When the patriarchs saw the two exchanged greetings, they were all cold. These two old things, one deeper than the other.

Father Cao\'s face is red. Although he is in his fifties, like the iron gall God Hou, he practices Tiangang boy\'s divine skills, so he looks much younger. He nodded, then waved and took his seat surrounded by the golden armor guard behind him.

"Thanks to the appreciation of all major sects, I was invited to participate in this hero conference hosted by our HuLong villa."

The major sects slowly took their seats. Zhu ignored and squinted, and finally got up slowly. He looked down and arched his hands towards the main arches.

"I don\'t know what kind of comparison method this Wulin conference is."

On the stone seat, an elder of Kongtong sect tasted a cup of tea and asked with a smile. The reason why they attended the meeting this time was to look at the face of the iron gall God Hou, and naturally to give rich rewards and orders to the Wulin.

"This time, the martial arts competition will be conducted by drawing lots and selected layer by layer. In the last round, the winner can get the Wulin alliance order, and will also get a millennium ice spirit given by our HuLong villa."

Hiss——

When this sentence fell to the ground, the major patriarchs couldn\'t help taking a breath. Unexpectedly, the iron bravery God Hou was really willing to promise a thousand years of ice. You know, this millennium ice soul is the treasure of cultivation.

Cao Zhengchun smiled coldly and his eyes were cold. He naturally understood that Tiedan Shenhou\'s move was to win over major sects and oppose his east hall. However, when he comes today, he will not easily end the Wulin conference safely.

"However, this time, for the sake of fairness, the four spies of HuLong villa didn\'t do anything, which can be regarded as an opportunity for major sects to show their talents."

A wave is not flat and a wave rises again. The sentence of iron gall God Hou undoubtedly attracted waves of commotion below. If the four spies don\'t take action, their sects will win a lot. However, they have some doubts. What does God Hou want?

Dong! Dong! Dong!

With the sound of three drums beating above the city wall, the competition field became violent in an instant. Because this Wulin meeting is open, anyone is allowed to watch it.

Some casual cultivation came in large numbers, which soon made the martial arts competition field full of people. These casual repairs can also participate in the competition.

"The first round, draw lots for the preliminary!"

Bang——

As soon as the beating drum fell to the ground, I saw yellow bamboo sticks falling like a rainstorm. Those disciples who decided to go to war all stepped in the air and grabbed the bamboo sticks.

"No. 108"

Jin Buhuan competed naturally. He was lucky enough to win a later signing order, which just gave him time to find out the details of these Wulin disciples.

Soon the lottery was over. This time, a full 200 disciples participated in the selection. They will participate in the competition for the Wulin alliance leader on behalf of their respective sects.

Dang——

"In the first round, East Hall disciple Mo Xiu confronted Qingcheng pelodie."

When the gongs and drums sounded, a white haired old man with a scroll in his hand glanced at the bottom of the jade platform, and then slowly withdrew from the Biwu platform.

"This Qingcheng sect is also unlucky. As soon as it appeared, it met a cruel character."

On the martial arts platform, Jin Buhuan secretly laughed and gloated. He saw the gap between the two at a glance. East Hall disciples are undoubtedly stronger.

Whew——

At this time, the two figures ran to the table like monkeys, and instantly became the focus of the audience. Don\'t wear a black robe. Your face is like a knife. You look silent and indifferent. His eyes were as sharp as hawks and falcons, with a trace of edge. As for Luo Di of Qingcheng sect, he is holding a three foot green front, which looks ordinary.

Whew, Mo Xiu shot quickly. He leaned out his palm and hit Roddy\'s celestial cover directly. This palm was as fast as lightning, which caught Roddy a little unprepared. In his hurry, he quickly blocked the sword in his hand in front of him.

Dang——

"Dragon claw hand!"

For a moment, the major sects exclaimed one after another. When this palm was about to fall, it turned into a hook and claw, and then directly left five holes on the blade. It was terrible.

"This is not a dragon claw hand. I\'m Shaolin\'s dragon claw hand. Naturally, I want to be better."

The Shaolin monk pursed his lips and said proudly. They are Shaolin\'s dragon claw hands, which are faster, harder and more powerful. Although Mo Xiu\'s claw force is somewhat similar to that of the dragon claw hand, it can\'t be compared with it.

Bang bang——

The two figures fought fiercely on the court, and Jin Buhuan watched with interest. This was his first time in the world of martial arts. He was naturally excited when he saw the martial arts of major sects.

Brush——

The battle lasted only ten minutes. Mo Xiu of the East Hall suddenly appeared behind the disciples of Qingcheng sect. His palm shook and hissed, shaking him off the stage.

Dong!

"In the first round, Dongchang won!"

"In the second round, the beggars\' sect will fight Kongtong sect!"

WOW——

At the beginning of the first inning, it immediately caused the shock of the scene. Because both the beggars\' sect and Kongtong sect are big and famous. Unexpectedly, it happened at the beginning. It seems that the struggle between the two is more intense than the first one.

"Xue Ding, the fifth generation disciple of the beggars\' sect!"

"Kongtong sect disciple, Lu Xian!"

"Please advise!"

Boom——

Both of them were quick talkers. After greeting, they started to fight directly, with all their firepower open. Xue Ding of the beggars\' sect is dressed in rags, but he looks very handsome. He jumped with a stick in his hand, then turned into virtual shadows, and frantically attacked Kongtong sect disciples.

"The dog beating stick is really awesome!"

Jin Buhuan exclaimed. In the past, he could only imagine in the novel. Today, as soon as he saw it, the dog beating stick method really deserves its reputation.

However, Lu Xian was calm in the face of the crazy attack of dog beating stick. He shook his fists and roared,

"Kongtong, seven injury fist!"