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In the middle of the hall, there was a three foot high stage, which surrounded each of the four monasteries. The four monasteries at the top of the stage were covered with gold satin cushions, the left four were covered with red satin cushions, the right four were covered with green satin cushions, and the right four below the stage were occupied by white satin mats.

Not long after, the sixteen monastic chairs were filled with people. The first four were occupied by Yuan Chengzong, Hong Mei Ao Xue, the young man in embroidered robes and the young man in luxurious clothing, while the other twelve were occupied by the leaders of the famous sects in the Northern Martial Alliance.

Wu Yin Shao Xueshen was arranged to sit in a seat behind the four chairs on the east side. Before long, An Wuyou walked out from the inner hall and stood on the high platform. All the rich people stood up and said, "Greetings, Manor Lord!"

An Wuyou waved his hand and said, "No need, please take a seat."

Everyone sat down and listened attentively to An Wuyou, "In the seven, seven, north, sixty-three provinces, my Northern Martial Union has six provinces. In the six provinces, we have over two hundred sects and schools, and in each province, we have a rudder, and on the rudder, we have a leader and deputy, and there are different levels and divisions. Since the old chief has already gone into seclusion, we have to select someone who has the ability to take on the role of the new chief, so today we will choose a new chief for our Northern Martial Alliance.

At this point, An Wuyou took out the Green Wood Token from his bosom and placed it on the tray. The group of heroes sitting below him cheered in unison.

An Wuyou waved his hand to indicate for silence, and then he continued, "Since we are going to change for the new one, not only will we have to change for the new one, but we will also have to change for the new one as well, and if we think that we can become the new leader for all eternity, then we will be able to win the championship. At the same time, we will be friends with the Martial Arts Competition, and we should stop here, but it is best not to hurt others and bleed. The crowd cheered again.

An Wuyou continued: "The rules of the competition are very simple, besides the four leaders, all of you are the first and second leaders of the different provinces. Everyone can come up and challenge the twelve leaders, the victor can stay behind, the loser will automatically leave the field, and Alliance Head Yuan and the few heroes in the Red Plum Island will decide for themselves, while I, the Manor Lord, can temporarily challenge me on behalf of the heroes.

An Wuyou returned to his seat after saying this, and a servant next to him said in a clear voice, "Let the martial arts match begin!" A gong sounded and the competition officially began.

As the saying goes, "No one is the best in literature, no one is the best in martial arts", no one thought that they were the best in the world, but martial arts cultivators, other than those experts with profound cultivation, would never back down, not to mention today was different. If they were to fight with each other, even if they lost, they would not be able to raise their heads in the future, but today, they were fighting for a position, and the twelve people sitting on top were not easy to deal with.

Indeed, we all thought the same, and we all thought the same, "If I don't act, I can still explain myself in the future. If you want to take action, you must seize a position! "

The deadlock lasted for a while, before An Wuyou stood up and asked, "What happened to all of you today? When Jia Yan sent out the green forest invitation, he had already made it very clear. Firstly, this is to attend his Great Zen Ceremony, and secondly, this is to take a seat.

After An Wuyou finished talking, no one dared to say anything. An Wuyou shouted, "Yes, and no?"

As soon as he said that, one of the people in the crowd replied, "No!"

An Wu Shun looked over and laughed: "Alright! "Brother, please come on stage!"

Before his voice faded, a young man jumped onto the stage from the crowd. The crowd saw a man in his early twenties with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his shoulders were broad and broad. He stepped onto the stage and bowed to An Wugou, "He Nan Grass Worm Clan's Sect Leader, Huang Jingren greets Alliance Head."

An Wu You said: "The Grass Worm School? You are the son of Huang Baicao? What about Huang Baicao? "

Huang Jingren said, "My father passed away two months ago."

An Wuyou sighed, "Your Grass Worm Sect has been studying medicine for generations and has made a huge contribution to the Northern Martial Forest Union. Now that he has died, it's truly a pity.

Huang Jingren bowed and said, "Many thanks Manor Lord."

An Wuyou said: "Then, Brother Huang, would you like to teach me a little bit or would you like to spar with that Branch Lord?"

Huang Jingren stood up and walked in front of the old man at the western end, pointing at him as he said angrily, "Reporting to Alliance Master, how could I dare to exchange blows with Alliance Master? I only want to ask Elder Wei for some advice!"

Shao Xueshen saw that Huang Jingren's expression wasn't right and asked, "Senior Brother, does this Huang Jingren have any grudges with that Old Man Wei?"

Two months ago, Wei Yuan's youngest son was so ill that he managed to invite Huang Jingren's father, Huang Baicao. Even though Huang Jinglian's medical skills were of life and death, Wei Yuan's youngest son still went over, and Wei Yuan was so angry at him that he killed Huang Baicao with a single palm strike. Although there was someone who intervened later on to mediate, the enmity between them still existed.

Shao Xueren said, "But in my opinion, Huang Jingren's martial arts is far inferior to his." Wu Yin said, "This kid's talent is rather suitable to practice pure external martial arts. However, after today's battle, I'm afraid he'll have to treat some patients."

At this time, An Wuyou said: "Oh? "Alright, then I'll have to invite Elder Wei to show his skill!"

The old man with the surname Wei left his seat and cupped his hands, "Yes!" Immediately, a dealer said in a clear voice, "The first round of the Grass Worm Sect's Huang Jingren versus the River Crossing School's Wei Yuan. The martial arts competition begins!"

Wei Yuan smiled at Huang Jingren and said, "Nephew Huang, please!" Without waiting for Huang Jingren to finish his sentence, he struck out with both of his fists at Wei Yuan, looking majestic and like a tiger or wolf. Wei Yuan smiled as he sidestepped, lifted his left hand and gently touched Huang Jingren's back with his robe, causing Huang Jingren to fall forward.

This time, he used all his punches and kicks together to execute a move called "Viridescent Eagle Rabbit", and a move named "Dust Wind Falling Goose" came from his hands like Wei Yuan's face. Wei Yuan dodged the wind with his right hand and changed the momentum of his leg, while his left hand used a move named "Starfall Movement" to line up in front of Huang Jingren's face. With a "Pu" sound, Huang Jingren spat out blood, and Wei Yuan used his two hands to launch six moves in quick succession.

The two of them had exchanged more than ten blows against Huang Jingren, the blood covering his entire body, but there was not a single speck of dust on Wei Yuan's white robe. As he looked back, Wei Yuan held his hands together in a series of three quick punches.

Huang Jingren wanted to open his mouth to say something, but before he could say anything, he staggered two steps forward and fell to the ground with a thud.

His fellow disciples rushed over to help support Huang Jingren down as Zhuang Bugui said in a clear voice, "Crossing River Sect's Wei Yuan Sheng!"

Wei Yuan cupped his fist and was about to return to his seat when he saw a fan appear in front of him. Wei Yuan turned around and said angrily, "Yes ?" He wanted to say, "Who's so rude!" But before he could say anything, a black shadow dashed out from the crowd, both of his hands struck out consecutively towards Wei Yuan's face twelve times, and Wei Yuan hurriedly took back his attack. But this person's move was a fast move, and after six or seven moves, Wei Yuan was unable to receive even a single blow from him. That person started slapping Wei Yuan over a dozen times with his right hand, and this vicious blow was like a "pa" or "pa" sound.

Seeing how badly the Sect Leader had been beaten, the people from the Crossing River Sect leapt out together with their weapons held in their hands. The manor's people saw that something was wrong and were about to move forward to stop him, but were stopped by An Wuyou, who then jumped back onto the folding fan and with a tap of his toes, a fan flew out and landed in his hand. The man opened his folding fan and fanned himself with his hands.

An Wuyou clapped his hands and said, "People in the Jianghu have always said that Brother Du's Mad Hook is extremely fast and fast. I have heard of him since the day I met him."

This person was none other than Du Cheng. Du Cheng smiled and said, "I don't dare, I entered the hall unannounced earlier, I hope that Alliance Head can make amends."

An Wuyou laughed and said: "The world has a capable person, wouldn't it be troublesome if we had to report everything? "Please!"

Du Cheng retracted his folding fan and took a seat in Wei Yuan's seat. The owner carried Wei Yuan and the rest away. Wu Yin smiled at Fang Kun, "Brother Du's kung fu is really one-in-a-million, I am ashamed of myself." Fang Kun said, "Fifth brother's temper is a little too bad, I couldn't even stop him just now. I made a fool of myself in front of Wu San Hero.

An Wudao said, "Huang Jingren, Wei Yuan, and the injured people of the River Crossing Sect each pay fifty silver taels for the soup. They will stay in the manor to recuperate. Let's continue."

Before he finished speaking, a loud bang could be heard from the rooftop. A person in his early twenties landed, his face was extremely handsome, his white clothes were covered in wild grass, and his left hand was wrapped in a layer of gauze. He shouted, "An Wugou, how about you spar with me?" As he spoke, a jade flute appeared in his hand. With a "shua" sound, it flew towards An Wuyou.

At this moment, another thirty year old middle-aged Daoist descended from the roof. The Daoist man then shouted to the youth, "Second Brother, don't be reckless!" As he said that, the Taoist chased after him, and the young man's jade Xiao had already arrived in front of An Wugou. An Wuyou saw the ferocious momentum of the incoming attack, and with a loud shout, he caught up with Yu Xiao, and with Yu Xiao on top of An Wugou's palm, He retreated three steps back and used his strength to stand firm on his feet, only to hear two "ka" sounds as An Wugou's brick was shattered. At this moment, the young man snorted lightly, and released his jade Xiao's hand into his sleeve, and struck out with it, releasing An Wuyu's face instantly turned red, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing that An Wuyou was about to be killed by this young man, a girl suddenly cried out, "Lil 'Ye, show mercy, don't hurt my big brother!"

In the span of a moment, Hong Mei Aoxue was already in front of the young man. With a wave of her sleeve, the young man felt as if a huge stone had struck his chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, causing the blood on his body to instantly dye the poem red. It was as if he did not have any support left, as his sword and blade could already slice the young man into mincemeat, the young woman screamed, "No!"

At that moment, the middle-aged Daoist took out an oddly long horsetail whisk from his sleeve. He wrapped it around the young man's waist and brought him out. The young man fell into the Daoist's embrace, and with a 'whoosh', the Daoist disappeared.