Martial Arts Master

October 29, Friday, 7 p.m., Jiuqu City Martial Arts Association Banquet Hall.

Round tables were placed neatly and orderly, surrounded by six chairs. The red carpet extended from the door to the "stage" at the front, dividing the hall into two.

Lou Cheng and other powerful men walked slowly inside along the long carpet amid the flashing lights and intensive clicking sounds.

Outside the gate, there were numerous security personnel, preventing the excited onlookers from approaching.

With so many people gathering in Waigang, security issues are actually negligible. Unless a nuclear bomb is launched, no one will be stupid enough to attack here, but there must always be someone to maintain order and guard against those who fish in troubled waters.

As soon as he left the media spotlight, Lou Cheng, who was following Ning Zitong, saw Peng Leyun dressed in blue.

He was dressed in a combination of Taoist robes and training uniforms, and he was in a very relaxed state, as if he was in every corner of the hall.

"It's quite early." Lou Cheng greeted with a smile.

He looked left and right, but did not find any other strong men from the Shangqing Sect around Peng Leyun, including but not limited to "Martial Saint" Qian Donglou.

Peng Leyun's eyes gradually cleared up and he smiled peacefully:

"You guys came late."

After saying that, he called out "Senior Luo Hou".

Ning Zitong nodded gently and asked dignifiedly and elegantly:

"Martial Saint doesn't want to go out again?"

"Uncle Qian is just like this. He doesn't like this kind of social occasion." Peng Leyun replied politely for the venerable person.

As we all know, although "Martial Saint" Qian Donglou is an outstanding figure who comes out every thousand years, he has a lazy temperament and can sit or lie down without sitting. He has no interest in similar banquets and is not interested in waiting for a group of people. I find it troublesome to socialize and socialize with others, so I am often absent.

"What about the others?" Lou Cheng asked curiously.

Peng Leyun's eyes wandered again, and he didn't know what problem he thought of. While his friend waited patiently, he finally smiled bitterly and said:

"They haven't arrived yet..."

Immediately afterwards, he explained: "Uncle Master Master hates flying, so he came here by high-speed rail. Wasn't it raining continuously in the past few days? Many flights were canceled or delayed. He didn't set off until today. Uncle Yunyan and Master Senior Brother Minghe is accompanying him, and now I am the only representative of the Shangqing Sect..."

Lou Cheng almost laughed out loud, because Ning Zitong and Long Zhen were nearby. He didn't exchange more greetings with Peng Leyun. He looked for the nameplate on the banquet table and moved forward.

After walking about ten steps, Ning Zitong lowered his voice and asked with a smile:

"Do you know why Yunyan and Minghe have to accompany Taoist Wuguang?"

A thought flashed through Lou Cheng's mind. Could this be the elderly version of Ren Li?

"You can't let a group of leaders take the high-speed train alone, right?" he guessed hesitantly.

"Then just leave it to the people from the Shangqing Sect's Foreign Affairs Hall." Ning Zitong sneered, "Taoist Wuguang is not only afraid of flying, because he thinks it is a floating iron coffin. Once encountering a situation, he cannot deploy it, but also He is also a leader with a very weak sense of presence. Once, during the Shangqing Sect Annual Festival, no one noticed that the leader had not shown up until the end."

"With Yunyan and Minghe following, the organizing committee can at least remember that there are participants who have not yet arrived."

This can be said to be very unique... Lou Cheng secretly complained, looking around, he finally found the table sign with his name written on it.

Just as he was about to get closer, another acquaintance caught his eye. Ren Li, with her straight black hair hanging loose, and her big eyes that seemed to only be seen in comics, accompanied a woman in a white dress as she passed by.

The woman wore no makeup, had a bare face, and had bangs that half covered her eyebrows. She was beautiful and refined. At first glance, she looked like she was only twenty-three or fourteen years old, but her eyes were deep and black as lacquer, indicating that she had experienced the world. The flavor overflows.

As a loyal fan of top professional competitions and title battles, Lou Cheng recognized who she was without any introduction. She was a first-class expert in Kongtong Academy, Ren Li's master, Qi Ling, the "Sword of the Sun".

From her appearance and dress, it is really difficult to tell that she and her master, "Emperor Yi" Fei Dan, belong to the same generation. Due to her strong request, the specific age is unknown, but all information is unknown, but she must be in her late fifties.

She has been in the professional game for 20 to 30 years, but she always misses the opportunity to win the title by mistake. So far, she has no other honors except a few championships in competitions between sects.

It is said that during the years when "Luo Queen" debuted, because she had the same stunning appearance and the same strength, she was always compared with her and was called "Little Qiling", which triggered a feud that lasted for a long time. For a period of time, she was the victim of "Queen Luo".

Seeing Ning Zitong, Qi Ling smiled lightly and said:

"This dress of yours is really interesting, colorful and well-matched."

"Nothing, nothing can compare to Senior Qi's clear water and hibiscus. It is not stained by dust. Even in the most ordinary dress, it can amaze the whole audience." Ning Zitong smiled sweetly, "But as a former 'grandmaster', wait a moment If you have to go on stage to draw lots, you have to be more formal.”

She emphasized the word "former grandmaster" - she had received two titles, one "king" and one "grandmaster", but they were both obtained before the Dragon King and the Martial Saint shined in the contemporary era.

Qi Ling's expression paused for a moment, then she smiled and nodded elegantly:

"Then I won't delay you any longer."

After saying that, she led Ren Li to the side. During the whole process, the latter remained quiet like a lady and did not say a word.

After walking a few steps, Ren Li lowered her voice and asked:

"Master, who was that just now?"

"Longhu's Ning Zitong." Qi Ling replied calmly.

Ren Li suddenly realized:

"I just said that the man next to her looked like Lou Cheng, and it turned out it was really him!"

They hadn't seen each other for nearly three months. As a competent face-blind person, she was already unfamiliar with Lou Cheng's appearance.

On the other side, it wasn't until he sat down at the dining table that Lou Cheng vaguely sensed the cynicism in the conversation between "Queen Luo" and Qi Ling.

They laughed at each other for being old and pretty, like a witch, and "Queen Luo" used the title to complete the fatal blow.

Sweat, this conversation is like a monk playing tricks...

After withdrawing his thoughts and looking around, Lou Cheng saw a number of strong men that he had only seen on TV. Some of them had been around for more than ten or twenty years, and some had just broken through for a few years and were rising rapidly, but their names were all They are familiar to me. As for the faces, some of them have even appeared on the posters I posted in my bedroom.

At this time, there was a commotion at the door, and a man over 1.9 meters tall came in. He was wearing a very close-fitting martial arts uniform. It was light white in color, with dark red in it. It was made of special materials. As he walked, he showed off his masculinity. And mighty lines.

His sideburns were combed upwards and tied into a bun that was common among ancient warriors. He had a strong outline and his facial features could not be called handsome, but he had a look of a man looking around. He was none other than Ning Zitong, the chief of Yanzhao Hall and the "Queen of Luo" A generation of warriors, Dong Baxian is now forty-four years old.

Before the era of "Absolute Double Pride", he had won four titles, two kings, one grandmaster, and one super rank. He was called the "King of War" and was a highly anticipated strongman at the time. Unfortunately, he never got it. When he was young, he met the "Martial Saint" and the "Dragon King". In the following years, when Lou Cheng was in his freshman year, he only received the title of Grandmaster.

However, he seems to have gradually adjusted his mentality and stepped out of the shadows. In the past two years, he has made further progress and regained his luster. He won two titles in a row, last year's "Martial Saint" and last month's "Kilin". ", he has the courage to not let the "Dragon King" and "Martial Saint" excel in their previous achievements, and has become the "other" warrior who has won the most titles in the era of peerless twins.

Different from the unsmiling majesty of the "Dragon King", Dong Baxian smiled with a look on his face, chatting and laughing with the powerful Waigang men around him from time to time. They were all members of Yanzhao Hall. They were bright in appearance, graceful in grace, and liked to imitate the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Lin Shuyao, a famous scholar of the first rank, was praised by Dong Baxian as a powerful person in the future. Wang Que, the second rank, who was just twenty-nine years old, Hu Shubai, the third rank, who had only been promoted for a year but had Wang Que full of praise...

Looking away, Lou Cheng saw Li Hao, the chairman of the Jiuqu City Martial Arts Association, ascending to the half-height platform and preparing to deliver a speech.

At this time, all the powerful people from Waigang arrived, and the door slowly closed, leaving only a few cooperative media.

After several guests spoke, Li Hao, who is also the head of this organizing committee, laughed and said:

"This year there are five kids who are newly promoted to Waigang. As a competition aimed at cultivating martial arts masters, I would like to pick one of them to kick off this competition..."

In the first half of the year, Xuanwu Sect Gou Wen and Shizhou Island Meng Liang made breakthroughs. In the second half of the year, in August, Bingshen Sect was established, Shangqing Sect Peng Leyun, and Kongtong Academy Ren Li made breakthroughs within a few days of each other. In the past ten years, they leaped over the dragon gate. The year with the most number of people.

This proposal was applauded and approved by all the strong men. Li Hao asked the etiquette lady to bring a large-mouthed glass bottle with five small balls inside. Each ball had a crack and contained a ball of paper with the name written on it.

It's not a one-third chance, it's a one-fifth chance... Lou Cheng's mouth twitched, and he had an intuitive hunch that "it should be me." He watched helplessly as Senior Li Hao took out a small ball and pulled out a ball of paper. unfolded.

"Dragon Tiger Club, Lou Cheng." Li Hao laughed.

Sure enough... Lou Cheng chuckled and shook his head.

"We would like to invite the former grandmaster, 'Luo Queen' Ning Zitong, to draw out Lou Cheng's opponents for us." Li Hao spread his hands and invited.

Ning Zitong stood up and Pingpingtingting came on stage and took out a crumpled paper from another box.

Stretching out and looking closely, Ning Zitong slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile.

Lou Cheng was frightened by this, thinking that this lottery might not be good.

After a few seconds, Ning Zitong spoke with a clear voice:

"Wu Yue will..."

Damn it, it’s a bad fate... you won’t fight with my senior sister, right? Or "Joker"? Lou Cheng's heart skipped a beat.

In a loose sense, Wu Yuehui can be regarded as his disciple...

Hearing these three words, there was a commotion in the venue, and all the foreign gang members started discussing in low voices with great interest.

Ning Zitong paused for two seconds and continued to announce:

"Xin Xiaoyue!"

Huh, okay... Lou Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the powerful Waigang warrior from the Wuyue Hui Han Chi sect, who only jumped over the Dragon Gate at the end of the year before last.

But she must not be underestimated. There was no one in ancient times who could break through to Waigang after the age of thirty, and there are currently no more than five fingers, and she is one of them!