Yang Baokun, the head of the Yang family of the Jiulong family in the Liemen Jiulong family, is the first person to cultivate the power of the Jiulong family.

He stood up and walked onto the stage, looked calm in front of Lin Shuo, and bowed his fists and said, "General, Mr. Yang offended him."

At this moment, the nine great protectors of the Yun family have already stepped down from the stage under the leadership of Bai Zhengluo.

The ring has been cleared, and there are only Lin Shuo and Yang Baokun on the stage.

Lin Shuo held his fists and returned the salute, while looking at the head of the Yang family in front of him.

This person is in his forties, looks weak and has a pale face and a thin skin.

He is only a little over 1.7 meters tall, and his weight will not exceed 70 kilograms.

The hands on the whole body look extraordinary and very large.

He hugged his fists in front of him, like a large casserole.

Lin Shuo himself had a pair of big hands, but according to his vision, Yang Baokun's hands were bigger than himself.

But only one person is useless. He has to represent the Jiulong family of the Hunting Sect. He weighs the weight of Lin Shuo, the general leader, which makes Lin Shuo a little disappointed.

Because such an opponent has neither the sensational effect brought by fame nor the visual effect brought by his body.

The Jiulong family of Hunting Gate is not well-known even within the Hunting Gate, and it is rarely heard of outside the Hunting Gate.

These are actually nine hidden families, and their only responsibility is to monitor the alien species of beasts and never participate in any activities in the hunting gate or even in the gate.

Compared with the nine great Taoist protectors of the Yun family, beating Yang Baokun actually cannot achieve the effect of establishing his authority.

But this does not mean that Lin Shuo will underestimate Yang Baokun at this time.

A true figure with a superb cultivation level cannot be seen in terms of body shape.

For example, I and my own old man are all ordinary people from the outside and even a little thin.

On the contrary, it looks like Wei Xingshan, but after all, it is not useful to look at the silver-like wax gun head.

"Dare you ask the general leader, should we compete with weapons or fight against fists?" Yang Baokun asked.

"I will listen to you." Lin Shuo replied.

"Then let's compare our ability in weapons?"

"good."

As soon as Lin Shuo finished speaking, Yang Baokun turned around and said to the viewing platform on the left: "Get my weapons."

Yang Baokun’s seat on the viewing platform is currently empty. Behind this seat are eight burly men, one of them is big and three thick.

At this moment, the eight people clasped their fists and took the order, and then turned around and left.

Yang Baokun looked apologized: "I'm sorry, the chief creator, wait for a moment."

Lin Shuo nodded.

Just wait.

The two of them stood there in a hurry, and a thousand people from the audience were waiting, and the scene suddenly became cold.

Yang Baokun took a dry tobacco pole from his waist, lit it, and squatted on the ground, and started to suck.

When Lin Shuo saw this situation, he probably couldn't get the weapon for a while, so he touched his body and didn't bring any cigarettes today.

Fortunately, my second apprentice Zhou Lingshi was still very eye-catching, so he quickly ran to the stage, polite the master, and brought a chair to him.

Lin Shuo then sat down, folded his right leg on his left leg, placed his left hand on his right knee, held a cigarette with two fingers on his right hand, crossed his legs with his lower body, sat straight with his upper body, and smoked cigarettes with his mouthfuls.

Both of them were on the stage, so naturally the ones under the stage would not be polite. For a moment, the entire Sujia glutinous rice field was shrouded in smoke.

It's already lunch order. It's not over yet. Everyone smokes a cigarette and is so hungry.

Of course, not only was it smoking, but who was about to fight with the headmaster of the Hunter on the stage? It started to spread now.

What happened to the Jiulong family in the Hunting Sect? What happened to the nine major leaders? What rights did the nine major leaders have back then? What responsibilities are they now?

What is Yang Baokun’s origin and how capable he is.

All kinds of gossip were circulating among more than a thousand people off the court.

These gossips are naturally true and false. Anyway, they are idle now. Everyone is really true and listen to false, and believe whatever people say.

The scene was noisy and the crowds were crowded.

But after a while, the noisy talk was suppressed by a sound outside the venue.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

This movement sounds like a call.

Everyone turned their heads in the sound and saw the eight strong men from the Yang family sweating profusely at this moment, carrying something into the field.

Lin Shuo took a look and saw clearly.

This is a stick.

There is a difference between a stick and a stick. The stick is generally thick at both ends, and the stick is thick at one end and the other end is thin.

At this moment, the stick on the shoulders of the eight strong men was more than three meters long, and the thin bowl was as thick as the mouth of the bowl, and the thick one was almost like a washbasin.

The material is not visible for the time being, but the weight is definitely not light.

The eight big men walked like eight small-footed old ladies, and came in small steps.

In this regard, eight people carry a stick of more than three meters long, and put on a long snake formation. The distance between the two people in front and back is limited, so it is easy to step on the heels of the people in front when they take a step.

On the other hand, the weight on the shoulders is pressing down, and it seems that it is really impossible to take steps.

This stick came from the road where Lin Shuo entered the venue before and directly crossed the entire venue.

The eight strong men were shouting, taking steps under their feet, sweating on their foreheads, muscles all over their bodies were tense like iron, and their waists were still trembling slightly.

The first 1,000 people were all quiet now.

The whole audience was silent, watching the stick slowly moving towards the ring.

As a result, as he moved, a small accident occurred.

The strong man walking at the end had the thickest stick on his shoulders and the heaviest weight.

After carrying it to a position about five meters above the ring, the man couldn't bear it and staggered under his feet and threw the person there.

As soon as this man fell, the heaviest end of the stick had no support, and the entire center of gravity moved backward.

So the other seven strong men couldn't hold on and took a few steps back together.

Yang Baokun was originally squatting on the stage and smoking. When he saw this situation, he looked tight and stood up quickly and reminded him: "Don't let go!"

The seven men were obedient and quickly let go.

So the stick slid down the shoulder of the last man among the seven people, and stood up directly on the field with a big head facing down and a small head facing up.

With this stick standing, the cement floor below was rotten, and the spider web-like cracks stretched out far away.

The closest to this stick is the heads of the Qicha family of the Hunting Gate.

He Yongchang and Jin Wenlan are also here.

He Yongchang people sat on the edge of the aisle. Compared with the other heads of the Qi'inch family, Lao He was alone, with no one standing behind the chair.

He was originally a person with no airs. When he saw this situation, the eight strong men seemed to have nothing to do except for losing their strength.

The stick was not far from the stage, so He Yongchang wanted to help him and hand the stick onto the stage.

He Yongchang's face was like a heavy date, his back was a bear, and he stood up like an iron tower.

As the head of the He family, this person looks like a strange person and has long been famous in the hunting sect.

When everyone saw that he stood up, they sat down when they wanted to go up and help.

Although this stick looks quite heavy, everyone thinks that with He Yongchang's ability, this is not a problem.

He is alone, accurate enough.

He Yongchang himself also thought so. He felt that with his strength, he would definitely hold the stick and raise his arm to the table.

Yang Baokun on the stage was going to go down and take the stick up in person, but when he saw He Yongchang standing up, the man stopped.

He had a slight smile on his face and continued smoking a dry tobacco.

Lin Shuo saw all this, put out the cigarette butts, then dusted the ashes from his robe with his hands, and said lightly: "Yongchang, stop making jokes."

He could naturally see that this stick was extraordinary. If He Yongchang was disdainful and could not hold it up, it would become a laughing stock on the court.

This is not conducive to his nomination of the He family as the Jiu Cun Threshold Family.

He Yongchang didn't take it seriously, and was about to reach out and lift the stick up. When Lin Shuo reminded him on the stage, his hand stopped and his face became solemn.

He Yongchang was not stupid and knew that Lin Shuo was reminding him.

The head of the He family looked at the stick again, as if he was thinking about how to get the stick up with a clear grasp.
To be continued...