"He's here! He was here! It's my turn to be on the rankings soon!"
"Stop bragging. With your mediocre martial arts, it's hard for you to even get on the brick bed, let alone get on the rankings!”
"Ah, you actually plotted against me!"
"After the appraisal, this person's body was filled with wine and not a drop of blood!”
Phew, King also almost choked on his tea. He was still in a state of shock. He was a self-proclaimed expert, but he almost choked to death.
"Little Taoist priest, who do you think will be the next person on the rankings?”
A young girl came over and spoke to Wang Ye,
"You're asking him for nothing. He's a trash who hasn't even entered the Houtian level. How could he possibly know about those true experts!”
"Then who do you think should be ranked eighth on the Hero List?”
"I say! The Demonic Sect's White-Browed Eagle King had reached the acme of perfection in his Eagle Claw Technique. He would definitely be ranked eighth on the rankings!”
"Tsk ~~"
The man's answer attracted a wave of boos. The girl was a little curious, and several customers mocked,
"That White-Brow Eagle King is only a lesser celestial, and the tenth place is already a half-Zongshi. There's no way he's the eighth place!”
The man's face turned red as he continued,"That's Master Cao Rong of Shaolin Temple. His Dragon's Claw is already at the peak of the world. His combat power is at least 6000!”
"You don't even have 10000 combat power. How can you compete with the Hero List? Are you saying that there's no one in the Nine Provinces?”
The man once again listed a few people, but they were all denied by the onlookers.
The man took a gulp of hard liquor and snorted angrily." If you want to guess, go ahead. I'm not guessing anymore!”
"Wang Clan's Golden Sabre?"
"Wudang Sect's Song Qingshu?"
……
Wudang Mountain!
True Martial Palace!
While the Nine Regions cultivators were discussing, the Wudang Sect welcomed an unexpected guest.
Looking at the unkempt beggar that Yu Lianzhou had grabbed from the kitchen, Zhang Sanfeng felt a little helpless.
"Old Hua, you actually stole my Wudang Sect!”
The old beggar finished the drumstick in his hand in three bites and burped loudly. He looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a smile.
"Aren't you missing your old friends? I came to see you in a hurry. I didn't prepare any gifts for you. I'll go to your kitchen and look for them.”
After wiping the oil, Hong Qigong seemed to be a little reluctant and a little disgusted.
"It's time for your Wudang Sect to get a new chef!”
"Hong Qigong, I haven't seen you for many days. I didn't expect your taste to become so awesome.”
"It's all because of my two good disciples! I'm used to eating their dishes. If I keep calling them flowers, I won't be able to eat other dishes as well!”
"Hahaha!"
The two of them looked at each other and laughed. Zhang Sanfeng then remembered and hurriedly asked the Wudang disciples to bring a chair and tea for Hong Qigong.
Seeing the confusion on his disciple's face, Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said,
"This is the famous Seventh Duke Hong!”
Hearing this, the disciples in the hall hurriedly bowed to Hong Qigong.
"Greetings, Senior Bei Bei!"
"Yes, yes! Not bad, not bad, they are all good seedlings! The quality of this batch of Wudang disciples is not bad!”
Hearing Hong Qigong's praise, Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and nodded in satisfaction.
However, Hong Qigong clasped his fingers and added indifferently,
" Unfortunately, compared to my disciple, he seems to be a little lacking…"
Upon hearing Hong Qigong's words, the Wudang Sect disciple could not help but feel a trace of anger on his face even though he was a world-renowned senior sitting here.
"Hong Qigong, even if you're an elder of Beggar's Sect, you can't look down on Wudang Sect like this! Which one of us, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, isn't famous in the world?”
A young Taoist priest said with some dissatisfaction,
Zhang Sanfeng looked at the smug Hong Qigong, and a smile flashed across his face. He understood in his heart that this old beggar really did not come to visit him for no reason. So he came here to show off his disciple.
"Zhang Sanfeng, my disciple Guo Jing might be young, but he's already a greater celestial pinnacle being. He's also considered one of the most outstanding talents in the world. Do you think he'll be able to get into the eighth spot?”
Hong Qigong ignored the gazes of the Wudang Sect disciples and continued to stare at Zhang Sanfeng with a smile.
"I don't know if your disciple can enter the Golden Roll, but my disciple can definitely enter this roll!”
A trace of surprise flashed across Hong Qigong's face. He secretly thought that this old Taoist priest was really good at bragging. His gaze slowly swept across everyone present, and his heart was greatly relieved.
A mocking smile appeared on his face." Old Taoist, you can't speak carelessly just because you're envious! Although these disciples of yours are not bad, if they want to enter the Golden Roll, I'm afraid they're still a little lacking, right?”
After gulping down a mouthful of wine, Hong Qigong smacked his lips and was about to continue praising his disciple, Guo Jing.
"Who said that all my disciples are here? My disciple will definitely be able to make it onto the Golden Board!”
"The famous Wudang Seven Heroes are not here. These are the third generation disciples of Wudang, my grand-disciples!”
"There's also Qing Shu. He's an outstanding figure among the third-generation disciples. He was nurtured as the Wudang Sect's sect master!”
Fearless? A hint of doubt flashed across Hong Qigong's eyes. He had never heard of this name before.
He had occasionally heard of Song Qingshu from Wudang. Although he was a junior, he was quite famous in the martial arts world.
Even the Wudang disciples below the stage looked at each other in dismay. However, they could only see doubt in each other's eyes.
"Could it be that Master has taken in another disciple behind my back?”
Zhang Sanfeng smiled mysteriously and did not answer. Tears seemed to flash in his eyes as he muttered in his heart,
"Wuji, you've suffered for so many years!”
"In that case, let's bet whose disciple can be on the rankings.”
Hong Qigong did not want to figure out the relationship between them. He was here to show off his disciple!
"Alright, I'll bet with you!"
Hong Qigong raised his head and drank a mouthful of wine. Then, he smiled and said,
"Then let's wait and see!"
……
On Light Summit.
The thick smell of blood wafted in the air!
Headless corpses were strewn everywhere!
After a series of clashing sounds, the blade light and the head fell together, and the sword shadow flew in blood!
After eliminating the last wave of Ming Cult disciples, Mistress Annihilation raised her sword and flashed. The thick stone door shattered like tofu.
"Charge! It was time to slaughter the demons and exterminate the people of the Demon Cult!”
As she shouted, many heroic Emei heroines rushed to the front!
If women were like this, how could men fall behind?
"Exterminate the Demonic Sect!"
"Exterminate the Demonic Sect! The world is at peace!"
"Exterminate the Demonic Sect!"
"I swear to live and die with the headquarters!"
"Kill all the dogs from the Central Plains!"
……
The sound of battle shook the sky, and the smell of blood made people feel nauseous.
Under the siege of the six major sects, the Ming Cult members could not continue.
The Green-Winged Bat King was no match for the Heavenly Sword, and the White-Browed Eagle King would find it hard to resist the True Martial Seven Terminal Formation!
The few remaining Demon Cult members surrounded the headquarters as their last defense.
The heavily injured White-Browed Eagle King closed his eyes, as if he could see his own end.
Song Yuanqiao shouted for the various large sects to stop. However, the people who had long been red-eyed from killing could not hear his words.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Hahaha!"
Priestess Annihilation slashed a disciple into two with her sword and was about to kill Yang Xiao, the Left Emissary of Light, with Heavenly Sword.
In the sky, thunder rumbled. The violent explosions drowned out the shouts of Light Summit!
The intense battlefield suddenly stopped. Everyone looked up at the sky at the same time.
The scene on the Golden Roll changed again.
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