"Hong Qi is dead? When did this happen? I saw him half a month ago on Mount Hua. Could it be that I didn't see a human but a ghost?”A cheeky voice came from the roof. It wasn't loud, but it seemed to be speaking in everyone's ears. It was obvious that the person's martial arts were high.
The crowd followed the voice and saw a two-meter-tall giant lying on his back with a jar of wine in his hand. It was Jun Wushang.
"Master, why are you here?" Yang Guo, who was in the crowd, pushed his way through the crowd and shouted in surprise.
Guo Jing also cupped his hands towards the roof and said,"So you are Guo 'er's master. I am Guo Jing, Yang Guo's elder." I am extremely grateful for your guidance.”
Jun Wushang said to Guo Jing lightly,"Since Yang Guo is my disciple, I will teach him well. There is no need for others to thank him." Disciple, come up and have a drink with Master."”His words were extremely rude, and the crowd was discussing among themselves. They didn't know who Jun Wushang was to be so arrogant. Huang Rong was even angrier. If it weren't for the strong Mongolian enemy, she would have questioned Jun Wushang.
Yang Guo agreed, and with a tap of his toes, he lightly went up to the room.
"Eh?" Jinlun Guoshi, who had been pretending to be an expert with his eyes half-closed, widened his eyes when he saw Jun Wushang. His disdainful expression disappeared.
Huo Du saw that everyone seemed to have forgotten his existence and laughed loudly."Even if Hong Qigong is not dead, how can his martial arts be comparable to my master, Jinlun Guoshi? All heroes, listen up. There is no one else who can be the leader of the martial arts world except Jinlun Guoshi.”Only then did the crowd turn their attention away from Jun Wushang. They were in an uproar and cursed angrily.
"Hmph!" At this moment, Jinlun Guoshi snorted. His voice contained internal energy, causing the tables and chairs in the Lu Residence to tremble."This person is so powerful."
After snorting, Huo Du felt much better when he saw the appearance of the heroes. He continued to wave his fan and said,"Since everyone is not convinced, then let's fight to determine the position of the alliance leader. Whoever is stronger in martial arts will be the alliance leader of the martial arts world.”
Huang Rong did not lose her imposing manner at all and said,"We need to discuss who will fight. Please wait a moment.”After saying that, he called a large group of martial arts seniors into the house.
Huo Du seemed to have victory in his grasp. He did not care at all as he stood on the stage and walked around arrogantly with a folding fan in his hand.
Jun Wu Shang was lying on the roof, drinking wine while listening to Yang Guo's story of going down the mountain. From time to time, he would interrupt a few words. The master and disciple were talking and laughing. When they were happy, they would laugh out loud as if there was no one else around. The crowd looked at the roof.
After the time it took to brew a cup of tea, Guo Huang and the others came out of the hall. A middle-aged scholar holding a Spring and Autumn brush leaped onto the stage and cupped his fists at Huo Du."I am Zhu Ziliu of Dali.”
"A mere scholar dares to embarrass himself? What weapon do you use?”Huo Du asked disdainfully.
Zhu Ziliu spun the Spring and Autumn Brush in his hand and said,"China is a country of etiquette, unlike the Mongol barbarians. I will use my bald brush to learn from you.”
Huo Du heard Zhu Ziliu insult him as a barbarian and did not reply. As he waved his fan, a strong gust of wind blew towards Zhu Ziliu, carrying a faint fragrance. Zhu Ziliu moved sideways, shaking his head. His left palm swept in front of him, and the brush in his right hand went straight for Huo Du's face.
Zhu Ziliu's brush was shaking. There were acupuncture points in the calligraphy, and there was calligraphy in the acupuncture points. It was really like silver fishing and iron strokes. It was sharp and fierce, and there was a refined scholarly aura in its magnificence. It was the Fang Xuanling Stele.”
The Fang Xuanling Stele was an inscription written by Chu Suiliang, a minister of the Tang Dynasty. Predecessors commented that Chu's calligraphy was like "the goddess scattering flowers". His calligraphy was vigorous and graceful, looking at the scenery. His pen was in the air, and he did his best to control it. Zhu Ziliu's "Yiyang Calligraphy Finger" was written with a brush, and his every move was very strict, just like regular script. Although Huo Du was not only skilled in the Yi Yang Finger, he had also written the "Fang Xuanling Stele" before. He predicted that after he got the horizontal stroke, he would write the vertical stroke. However, he kept it in order and did not show any signs of failure.
Zhu Ziliu saw that he recognized this style of calligraphy and shouted,""Be careful! The cursive script is here." He suddenly took off his hat and threw it on the ground. His long sleeves fluttered in the air as he ran wildly. His moves were completely out of order. He looked like he was crazy, drunk, or possessed. His writing style was dripping, and he pointed at dragons and snakes.
When the heroes saw that Zhu Ziliu had completely suppressed Huo Du, they cheered. Zhu Ziliu's attacks became even more ferocious, and the Spring and Autumn Brush in his hand continued to point wildly. Huo Du was caught off guard by Zhu Ziliu's brush, and he felt his knees go limp. He knelt down, and his face was completely drained of blood.
Zhu Ziliu saw that Huo Du had been hit and thought that he had hit his acupoints with the Yi Yang Finger Technique. This was completely different from ordinary acupoints. It would be difficult for others to save him, but he had won. "Thank you, thank you." The heroes cheered.
Zhu Ziliu undid Huo Du's acupuncture points, but who knew that something unexpected would happen? Before Huo Du could stand up straight, he pressed the handle of the fan with his right thumb. Four poisonous nails flew out from the fan frame and nailed onto Zhu Ziliu's body. Zhu Ziliu was hit by the poisonous nails and immediately felt pain all over his body, making it difficult for him to stand. The heroes were shocked and angry. They pointed their fingers at Huo Du and scolded him for being despicable and shameless.
Huo Du's eloquence was astonishing, and he managed to fool them with a few jokes. Huo Du returned to his seat and said loudly,"I won one round, and the second round will be fought by my second master, Da Er Ba. Which hero of your side will come out to teach me?”
Dian Cangyu saw that her junior brother was seriously poisoned. She was worried and angry. She pulled up the corner of her robe and stuffed it into her belt. Then she jumped onto the ring and fought with Da Er Ba. Both of them were born with divine strength. One of them used a vajra pestle, while the other used iron liquid. The visual impact of fighting together was huge. Pestle against oar, oar against pestle, sparks flew in all directions. Both of them attacked more than they defended.
This battle was something that everyone had never seen before. Of course, there were more dangerous situations, but when experts fought with their internal energy, their internal pressure was abnormally tight, but their appearance was very dull. As for the dismantling of his fists, kicks, and weapons, he was more ingenious, but not as fierce. In this world, it was already rare to see someone as powerful as Dian Cangyu Yin. It was even more difficult to see two people with similar strength and martial arts fighting each other like this. In the end, Da 'er Ba was the one who won. The Mongolian side had already won two out of three matches, and victory was in their grasp.
Huo Du stood up and was about to speak when a voice came from the roof."Disciple, that scholar surnamed Zhu integrated calligraphy into martial arts. His creativity is not bad. It can increase the attractiveness of the competition and also improve his cultural self-restraint. However, when experts exchanged moves, the situation would change rapidly. If the two people's martial arts were similar, how could the other party allow you to compare strokes step by step? The Zhu guy was too rigid and focused too much on his moves, so he fell behind. And when the enemy still had the strength to resist, he would unlock the enemy's acupoints. It was rare for such a fool to live until now.”
Everyone looked up and saw Jun Wu Shang's mouth full of saliva. He was teaching Yang Guo. And the negative example was Zhu Ziliu, who was still heavily poisoned.
Among the heroes, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and other people who had a certain level of martial arts could still carefully consider the truth in Jun Wu Shang's words, but Xiao Wu and the others were different. Seeing that Jun Wushang had called their Uncle-Master a fool and that he was Yang Guo's master, they all glared at him angrily.
Huo Du saw that Jun Wushang was talking non-stop, but Jun Wushang was talking about the other party. He said politely,""Sir, if you want to teach your disciple, can you please change the place? I still have to announce the matter of the martial arts world's leader.”
Jun Wushang didn't care about the looks and words of others at all and continued,""And that guy who pulled the paddle is an idiot. He clearly isn't a match for others in terms of strength, but he still fought to the death. This kind of person is also a greenhorn.”
Seeing that Jun Wu Shang was ignoring him, Huo Du raised his voice.""Your Excellency ~~~"
" Shut up!" Jun Wushang shouted, causing Huo Du's blood to boil."You guys only won against a bunch of trash. The Black Bear Alliance Master hasn't even sat on it yet, and you dare to be so arrogant. You dare to interfere in my affairs?"
When the heroes saw Jun Wu Shang call them bears, they all cursed. When the Mongolian side saw that Jun Wu Shang had injured Huo Du, their tongues were also dry. For a moment, Jun Wu Shang offended everyone.
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