"That's right. Our Ming Cult is clearly the initiator of this Martial Arts Circle Convention, so our Cult Master should be sitting at the head seat. In the end, it was snatched away by the old bald donkeys and old trash from Shaolin and Wudang.”Zhou Dian said indignantly as he looked at the Shaolin and Wudang disciples sitting in the north.
Ling Yihan shook his head and smiled nonchalantly.""Forget it. To look down on the martial arts world and dominate the world is not to compete for these little things. Only by being strong and powerful is true.”
Under the persuasion of the other sects, Kun Lun and Hua Mountain finally settled the seating problem.
Ling Yihan carefully scanned the people from the various sects around him. Other than Hai Sha, Giant Whale, and the other small gangs that were not worth mentioning, the other three monks from Shaolin's Four Great Divine Monks, Knowledge, Wisdom, were all here.
The Wudang Sect's leader, Zhang Sanfeng, had gone into seclusion to cultivate the Taiji Skill. Therefore, his eldest disciple, Song Yuanqiao, had led the Wudang Seven Heroes to Mount Tai for the meeting.
As for the Emei Sect, Ling Yihan had already exchanged a few moves with them two days ago. The Abbess Annihilation and her disciples were almost all here.
The leader of the Kunlun Sect, Mr. Tie Qin, He Taichong, and his wife, Ban Shuxian, were present. There were also several disciples behind them, including Xi Huazi and Wei Si 'niang.
The Huashan Sect's sect leader, Shen Jizi, Xianyu Tong, and his senior brother, Bai Yuan, had been killed by Ling Yihan in Butterfly Valley that day. He had also deliberately stolen the iron fan and sword that belonged to the two of them and placed them on the Kunlun Sect's disciples. This had caused a fight between the two sects some time ago, and it was also one of the reasons why there was a dispute over seating at the Martial Arts Circle Convention today.
After that, they did not choose a new sect master, so the 'tall and short elders' were in charge of the Huashan Sect's affairs. This time, they were also the ones who led the disciples to participate in the Mount Tai Martial Arts Circle Convention.
As for the Kongtong Sect, it was naturally the Five Elders of the Kongtong Sect who had led a group of disciples to attend the meeting.
When the martial artists from the various sects in the Chinese server saw the new Ming Cult's Cult Master, Ling Yihan, leading his disciples to the mountaintop, they all stood up and bowed politely.?After all, everyone knew that the Dragon Saber and Heavenly Sword were in Ling Yihan's hands. It was better to be a little more polite before a dispute broke out, even though they had some grudges with the Ming Cult in the past.
Ling Yihan was just about to sit on the wooden chair when he noticed that something was wrong with it. He gently touched the chair and the entire wooden chair suddenly fell apart, shattering into a pile of wood pieces and falling to the ground.
"Cult Master…"
When Yang Xiao and the other Ming Cult disciples saw this, their expressions changed drastically.
At this moment, Ban Shuxian of the Kunlun Sect couldn't help but mock,""Cult Master Ling's internal strength is so deep! The chair shattered with a light touch. It really opened our eyes! Ahahaha…"
When the disciples of the other sects heard her words, they also laughed at her.
How could the Ming Cult's disciples tolerate their Cult Master being ridiculed like this? Each and every one of them wanted to teach them a lesson.
"Stop!" Ling Yihan personally stopped them. The disciples did not dare to disobey the Sect Master's orders, so they stopped.
He knew very well that someone must have secretly used a dark force on his wooden chair, planning to make the wooden chair shatter and fall to the ground after he sat on it, making a fool of himself in public. In this way, the Ming Cult would lose a lot of face.
To be able to use soft internal strength to do such a thing, this person's martial arts were definitely not ordinary. He must be an expert from the six major sects. Although the three old bald donkeys of Shaolin, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, and the Abbess Miejue of Emei had extraordinary martial arts, they all thought highly of themselves and disdained to use such despicable means.
The people from the Huashan Sect and the Kunlun Sect were still arguing about the seating arrangement, so they probably didn't have the time to cause such a thing. In that case, it was most likely done by the people from the Kongtong Sect. After all, the Seven Wounds Fist was a combination of hardness and softness. It was not surprising that it could damage the wooden chair without immediately shattering it.
"Amitabha! Cult Master Ling, the wooden chair is too thin and will break easily. It seems that it's not suitable for you to sit on. Let this poor monk's two junior brothers give you a few seats!”Kong Wen, the monk from Shaolin Temple, suddenly stood up and said politely to Ling Yihan.
Ling Yihan knew that even though Monk Kong Wen looked kind, he was extremely shrewd and did not show his emotions on his face. Since he suddenly said such a thing, he naturally wouldn't be so kind.
Just as he had expected, Kong Xing and Kong Zhi each carried a huge rock that looked like it weighed four to five hundred pounds and threw it heavily in Ling Yihan's direction.
When the people from the other sects saw this, they could not help but be shocked.
One had to know that among the experts present, there were very few who could catch one of the boulders with their bare hands. After all, a boulder weighed four to five hundred pounds. Coupled with the inertia of the throw, it had at least a force of nearly a thousand pounds. If he made the slightest mistake, his entire body would be smashed into pieces. Even if he didn't die, he would be crippled, let alone throwing two huge rocks at the same time.
When the Ming Cult's disciples saw the two huge rocks flying over, they secretly cursed the three old bald donkeys for being too treacherous. If their cult master retreated and leaped away, they would lose the prestige of the Ming Cult. However, how could an ordinary person's body of flesh and blood be able to receive these two boulders with his bare hands?
Ling Yihan watched as the two boulders pressed down on his head and could not help but laugh coldly. He secretly circulated his inner energy and lightly leaped into the air. His hands turned into claws and hooked onto the two boulders. With a little force, he changed the direction of the boulders and threw them into the air.
He hid his palm in his sleeve, and others would think that he was using his sleeve to roll up the boulder and throw it into the air. In fact, he had just used the martial art of Heaven and Earth Great Shift to slightly shift the power of the two monks, Kong Xing and Kong Zhi, who were throwing the boulders, and changed the direction of their movement. He had only used a bit of finesse and did not expend too much inner energy or true qi.
The two boulders fell one high and one low, while Ling Yihan sat on the higher boulder in mid-air with a strange and ingenious movement technique, falling together with the two boulders.
Rumble! With two loud bangs, one of the boulders fell into the soil and sank deep into it. The other boulder also fell and steadily stacked on top of the previous boulder. When the two boulders collided, sparks flew out, causing the seats of the various sects present to ring.
Ling Yihan sat calmly on the boulder and smiled proudly.""The two divine monks have extraordinary martial arts and amazing divine power. I really admire them!”
The two monks, Kong Xing and Kong Zhi, were stunned and speechless.
In an instant, the entire peak of Mount Tai was silent. After a while, all the Ming Cult disciples clapped and cheered for a long time.
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