The person who spoke was not someone else, but Shu Hentian, who was less than four feet tall, short hands and short feet, big face and small eyes, a silver beard hanging upside down, and a long beard hanging on the ground. The immortal was just holding back his sarcasm and sarcastic words, and was snatched by Bian Liansheng, the leader of the White Horse Gang. At this moment, he could no longer bear it and blurted out immediately.

At this time, Shu Hentian was no longer as ragged as a ragged streak after carefully washing the inn. Instead, he was full of energy and radiant appearance. In addition, Shu Hentian bought appropriate clothes during the day. At this moment, Shu Hentian wore a new gray long gown with a square golden crown on his head, a foot pedaling cloud shoes, and a pair of snow-white upside-down beards, which looked quite fairy-like. The heroes looked sideways and saw an old man standing in the wind under the bright moon. Although he was ugly and short in figure, he stood upright with a long beard floating, like a grandmaster's magnificent atmosphere.

Shu Hentiandao: "Today, all the heroes from the Central Plains martial arts world gathered on the banks of Taihu Lake to discuss the plan to catch monsters. I heard that Master Wang wanted to recommend Master Luoyang to catch monsters for me. I have no objection, but the identity of the leader of the demon hunting alliance is extraordinary. Everyone must follow him to subdue demons and eliminate demons, protect the country and the people. Master Luoyang's exquisite sword skills must be first seen. What Master Pan said just now is not unreasonable. I think that since the pig demon is extraordinary, how can I deal with ordinary martial arts? If it were not for someone with extraordinary means, everyone would follow him to catch monsters, but I am afraid that the demons will not be caught and the people will be gone first..."

Before Shu Hentian finished speaking, someone in the audience echoed: "It's reasonable! The monster hunting conference is about discussing dealing with the pig demon, so it is necessary to recommend a person with superb martial arts and profound Taoism. Shaoshan's martial arts are famous all over the world. Luoyang Master is also the master of Master Yan, the master of Shaoshan's sect, and martial arts master is the only disciple of Master Yan. However, when dealing with the pig demon, you don't know if you can deal with the martial arts alone..."

Another person said, "Not it! When it comes to people, the martial arts of Luoyang Master is enough, but he has to deal with pig demons. I heard that the Shushan School is very particular about Taoism, and I think there must be a way to subdue pig demons. Unfortunately, the Shushan School members rarely walk around the rivers and lakes. Apart from the "Four Immortals of Shushan", they have never heard of where Shushan disciples appeared. However, the "Four Immortals of Shushan" are masters outside the square, so how can they deal with such trivial matters in the rivers and lakes..." The person who said this said, lion nose, leopard eyes, and big body, was Pan Mingfang, the leader of the Taihu Gang.

The heroes in the audience were originally from the mountains and lakes, most of them were not familiar with each other, and some had never even met each other. Among the more than a hundred people, most of them were watching the fun. In addition, they wanted to take the opportunity to take advantage of some benefits to make some money. These people saw Shu Hentian refuting Wang Xingmin in public, acted rudely and arrogantly, and were very provocative. They had not had a good intention at first, but at this moment they were even more eager to start both sides, and there would be a big fun to watch. So, everyone agreed with Shu Hentian with one word and one word, and the originally quiet beach became noisy again.

Wang Xingmin could no longer bear it at this moment, and immediately shouted: "Young Master Luoyang's sword technique cannot be seen by you just want to see it!" He lifted his breath and wanted to pounce on Shu Hentian. Suddenly, a powerful force came from his right shoulder, making his feet steadily unable to move. He couldn't help but secretly praise: "What a strong internal force!" Looking sideways, Luoyang's left hand was gently resting on his shoulder. Luoyang looked at Shu Hentian with a squint, and said casually:

"How do you want to see it?"

Shu Hentian was stunned and thought to himself how great Luoyang's sword technique was. Seeing his aura today, he thought that he was determined to win the position of the leader of the demon catching alliance, but now he was in a state of being a tiger, and there was no way out. He immediately responded with a sigh: "I heard for a long time that the chief disciple of Shaoshan Luoyang's 'Cangshan Mid Rain Sword' has exquisite sword technique. Every sword comes out with a posture of destroying rain, and it has a shaking force of the mountain, like a dragon's roar, and also like a ghost cry. According to my old man's opinion, if any of the friends here today want to ask for advice from the Prince Luoyang, please come to the stage. Let's click on the martial arts. If the master's sword technique is indeed unmatched, everyone will regard the prince as the leader and will be willing to let him go in the future. If any brother can beat the sword in the hands of Prince Luoyang, will this leader of the demon catching alliance be..."

"We should also let him be the leader!" Before Shu Hentian finished speaking, a bearded man in the audience jumped up and said.

After hearing this, the heroes in the audience even started to cheer. One of them said, "Shoot! The monster hunting meeting will make friends with martial arts. Whoever has the best martial arts skills will be the leader. In the future, everyone will follow the leader to subdue demons, whether it is to go up the sword and get fire at the mountain.

Hai, if you frown, you are not a hero!”

Another person said: "Yes, yes! I heard that Ji Tianyan, the leader of the Wanping Mansion's Big Yan Gang, had his martial arts skills soaring to Yanbei, and the whole Wanping was unmatched. Brother Ji, since you are here today, why not go to the stage to ask Master Luoyang for advice?"

The one who was called Ji Tianyan, the leader of the Big Eagle Gang, was the bearded man who had just jumped up and spoke. At this time, Ji Tianyan hurriedly clasped his fists to the person who was talking and bowed: "I dare not, Ji's family kung fu is mainly fist and kick. Today, he had to fight with the young master Luoyang, so he naturally needed to make the sword expert come on the stage. I heard that Hong Shenghai, the leader of the Flying Eagle Gang of Huizhou Prefecture, is great in swordsmanship. Master Hong, taking advantage of this good opportunity today, let the brothers open their eyes and see.

See your brother's wonderful sword technique..." In fact, the weapon that the leader of the Flying Eagle Gang was good at using was a pair of short iron swords, but it was never heard of. Ji Tianyan hurriedly pulled out the conversation, and sat down before he finished speaking, cursing in his heart: "Good you Hong Shenghai, I won't come to find you bad luck, so you can have fun first. After this, I must go to the land of your Huizhou Prefecture and give you some good looks!"

...

Just as the heroes were ready to talk, they saw a middle-aged man dressed in white face and a scholar standing up leisurely and said loudly: "My brothers listen to me. Today, the wise men in the martial arts world have arrived. The young masters of the martial arts world gather. Under the vast smoky waves, under the clear moonlight, they form an alliance to kill monsters, eliminate evil demons, protect me, and bless me. Such a grand event will surely be passed down into a martial arts world story in the future! The young master of Luoyang lives in Shaoshan's disciple

The chief of the Chinese New Year, Shaoshan is the largest sect in the martial arts world. The young master is handsome, benevolent and righteous, has a profound Taoist technique, and has outstanding martial arts skills. Is this swordsman even more first-class? Looking at the world, who else can be more suitable for the position of the leader of the demon hunting alliance than the young master Luoyang? As for the martial arts competition, there are opportunities in the future. All the gentlemen must not be anxious for a moment, nor can they listen to the bewitching of treacherous slander, fight against each other in the same room, and drink hatred by Xiao Fang. If it is spread, it will inevitably be laughed at by his fellow disciples in the world!…”

The person who said this was Mo Qiuyu, the owner of the Double Flower Cave of Congyun Island. Qiuyu tilted his folding fan while twisting his beard and smiling, but his eyes were staring at Wang Xingmin, the head of the Liefeng Hall on the stage. When the heroes in the audience heard Mo Qiuyu's words, some agreed, some shook their heads to object, and some even cursed. Among them, the one who cursed the most was naturally the "half-learning book immortal" Shu Hentian.

Wang Xingmin on the stage naturally understood this and was about to go up to speak, but heard Luo Yang beside him snorting and said coldly: "Luo's swordsmanship is common. Today, it's okay to let you see it by using this monster hunting conference. But I don't know if there is any kind brother who is willing to go to the stage, Luo should follow his teachings."

Luo Yang carried his hands on his back, stood tall and handsome, his bright eyes half open and half closed, looking around. At this moment, his eyes were slightly opened, but he stared at Shu Hentian directly.

At this time, the originally noisy monster hunting conference suddenly became extremely quiet, and the heroes under the stage all looked at Shu Hentian. The immortal cursed in his heart: "No one dared to go to this group of pustules at critical moments!" He immediately put his heart on his mind and said proudly: "I have a little brother here. I heard that the name of Master Luoyang has been admired so much in my life. Today I dare to go to the stage and ask the master for advice..."

Before Shu Hentian finished speaking, he raised his right foot, used a trick to "seeking flowers and asking willows" and kicked Zhu Wuneng's butt beside him. Zhu Wuneng's huge body flew up with the momentum and landed on the wooden platform.

Luoyang suddenly saw Zhu Wuneng's fat body flying to the stage, and he couldn't help but be stunned. When he saw Zhu Wuneng's appearance, he couldn't help but smile. He saw Zhu Wuneng wearing a square scarf, green boots, long belts on his waist, and long green brocade gown. The long gown was probably not bought in a hurry and was pushed high by his round belly. Several places had collapsed and looked very funny. Looking at the weapons in Zhu Wuneng's hand, Luoyang almost laughed out loud. It turned out that Zhu Wuneng's hand was a wooden handle iron hoe commonly used by ordinary farmers.

Luoyang said seriously: "Who are you? Why are you doing it with an iron hoe on the stage?"

Zhu Wuneng said: "My name is Zhu Wuneng, I'll compete with you. If you lose, this alliance leader must be my elder brother!"

Luo Yang felt funny and was about to speak, but Wang Xingmin, who was beside him, could not bear it and shouted: "Where did you come from the silly boy? Is it a pleasure to find me? Why don't you hurry up and get out of here!" Before Wang Xingmin finished speaking, he used a trick to "borrow flowers to offer Buddha" and grabbed Zhu Wuneng's neck. Xingmin only said that there was a confused boy standing in front of him, who did not want to hurt his life, but only used one hundred percent of his strength.

I thought that a slight lift could knock the other person off the stage.

Everyone in the audience was holding their breath and was about to watch a good show. When they first saw Zhu Wuneng flying to the stage, they all said that his martial arts skills were not weak, but they didn't expect it to be so unbearable. Seeing that Zhu Wuneng was about to fall off the stage before he even started, some people cursed and some sighed. These people had different words and deeds, but they all had ordinary thoughts: "We worked hard to get here, and it was impossible to watch a fun. What's the point of this monster hunting conference?"

When everyone shook their heads and felt bored, they saw a man flying down from the stage like a broken kite and fell heavily to the ground with a "bang". Although the man stood up with a "harrier" and his face was full of embarrassment and resentment. Under the reflection of the firelight, everyone could see clearly that the man was no one else, but Wang Xingmin, the head of the Liehuo Hall, "swept the eight deserts with one leg".

Everyone was surprised, and in the stands, Zhu Wuneng had already swung the iron hoe and fought with Luoyang. Under the bright moonlight, he saw Zhu Wuneng's iron hoe flying around, clashing forward and backward, and his moves opened and closed. His momentum was fierce and unmatched, and he was so fierce that Luoyang was retreating step by step. Those who had scolded and sighed could not help but stand on the spot, stunned.

Luoyang was complaining secretly. Seeing that Zhu Wuneng had just hit his left shoulder, he had already knocked Wang Xingmin away. He immediately held his sword in his hand, and did not dare to underestimate the bloated young man in front of him. At this time, Zhu Wuneng's iron hoe had already been handed in the air. A seemingly ordinary farmer's iron hoe was smashed into the air at this moment. With a sharp and fierce gust of wind, Luoyang couldn't help but stagnate. Luoyang hurriedly used a move to "Mountains to the Dawn Sun", pushing his left palm forward, and brushing his right sword to fight with fast,

He welcomed Zhu Wuneng. Luo Yang thought to himself, "Even if your martial arts are hidden, you are too powerful. He actually used a wooden hoe to invite me to fight. Let me not cut off your iron hoe first!" But the power of Zhu Wuneng's iron hoe was really strong. Before Luo Yang's long sword touched the hoe, it was forced to open by a strong wind. He heard a "ding" sound, and the long sword intersected with the hoe. Luo Yang felt a numbness in his mouth, and the three-foot Qingfeng sword in his hand almost escaped. He quickly took off his breath and took a step back, sighing in his heart: "What a strong force!"

It turned out that Zhu Wuneng was guided by Shu Hentian in the inn during the day and learned three-stroke gun techniques. Shu Hentian called these three-stroke gun techniques "Xiang Wang Three Styles". The "Xiang Wang Three Styles" was a famous gun technique created by the King of Western Chu in the past. Although it only had three moves, its moves were cruel and desperate. It was domineering and fierce, and it was extremely fierce. In addition, Xiang Wang's divine power was extraordinary. Therefore, when he was sent before the battle, he would knock the enemy down for only three moves. Later generations called this gun technique "Xiang Wang Three Styles". However, Xiang Yu used a black iron overlord gun in the past, but now Zhu Wuneng chose a farmer's iron hoe.

Zhu Wuneng’s first move was the first move of "Xiang Wang's Three Styles" "Strength to Draw Mountains". When Xiang Yu rode his horse, he picked up his gun in the air and slammed it in the air when he was facing the enemy. One shot was divided into nine parts and stabbed it out. If you guard him to the left, he would be on the right, and if you guard him to the top, he would be on the bottom. Every shot was shot, it seemed to be empty and solid, and it would be virtual and virtual. It would always make people unable to defend against it. This nine-shock shot was extremely fast, and the enemy generals were often shot and fell to the ground before dodging. At that time, Xiang Yu used this move alone to capture many heroes, and a bully gun made countless opponents see it.

Now Zhu Wuneng waved his iron hoe with his hand, one hoe on the left, one hoe on the right, one hoe on the top, and one hoe on the next. Although his moves were clumsy, his internal strength was incomparable to King Xiang's rebirth. Every time he hit the iron hoe, he had a rush of mountains and seas. Luoyang returned nine swords one after another, and each sword was the unique skill in Cangshan's sword technique, but it was still difficult to block the strong internal force contained in Zhu Wuneng's iron hoe. He could only hear the iron hoe everywhere, and the strong wind blew on the face, and the true energy was blocked. He had to take another step back. Zhu Wuneng hit nine hoes in a row, and Luoyang took nine steps back.

Before Zhu Wuneng could use up the first move, he reversed the iron hoe and drew a big circle in the air. The second move of "Xiang Wang's Three Styles" was "Shi Wuxi" and swung it out. When Xiang Yu was trapped by thousands of troops and horses, he pulled the green horse under his crotch, and the spear in his hand drew a circle and poked it on all sides. The spear fell into a large area everywhere. This "Shi Wuxi" had both the momentum of one to ten, and it also meant to survive in a desperate situation. Now Zhu Wuneng has taken the lead. At this moment, only Luoyang's opponent was Luoyang. He was very leisurely and waved the iron hoe, and countless small circles were born in the large circle. Luoyang saw dozens of rotating iron hoes waving towards him. He couldn't think of a trick to respond to the enemy, so he had to lift his breath. Unexpectedly, when he landed on the ground, he felt empty. He said intimately, "No!" and his body had fallen from the side of the wooden platform.
Chapter completed!