The big guy who passed through quickly took the scumbag script

Chongyang Mountain has a beautiful scenery, exquisite attics stand tall in the forest, the back mountain is steep and dangerous, and the foothills of the forest are deep. As the martial arts conference is approaching, it is gradually becoming lively at this time, and people are often seen shuttling in the mountain.

When Xihe and Fang Qinglin went out for a stroll, they also saw many familiar faces, all of whom were members of the Six Great Sects, as well as figures with great reputations in the world.

She also once saw Master Jing'an and Master Zong being surrounded by a group of martial arts people, entering the main courtyard of the villa.

Finally, after the members of the six major factions and the famous knights in the Jianghu had arrived, the martial arts conference officially began.

The owner of Chongyang Mountain Villa gave the opening speech with a smile, and invited people from various sects to speak, but Master Jing'an interrupted impatiently before he finished speaking: "Too much nonsense! Where are the people from the Demon Cult? Get out of here!"

A pair of sharp eyes scanned the audience, and the Yuehua Sword in his hand was about to move.

Xihe: ...As expected of the notorious Mrs. Jing'an.

She is so arrogant and domineering, naturally some people can't understand it, and some people jump onto the martial arts arena: "Old thief, you killed me indiscriminately a year ago, today I will do justice for the sky and cut off your head!"

Master Jing'an took a look, she was dressed in blue monk robes, and her head was shiny: "Who am I, it turns out to be from Honggu Temple, and what I killed was a villain who robbed women's daughters and oppressed the common people, what does it have to do with you? Is it possible that it is your son?"

"Since that's the case, your Honggu Temple won't go anywhere clean, so you might as well kill him."

The monk was furious, and slammed it down with a move of "Cracking Mountain Palm": "Thief, you are deceiving people too much!"

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but widen their eyes and stretch their necks.

Master Jing'an sneered, waited for someone to approach, drew out the Yuehua Sword, and slashed over——

puff.

The monk looked down at his chest and fell to the ground.

The crowd of onlookers couldn't help but gasped, and killed them with one move.

Master Jing'an's sword was dripping with blood, and he looked around: "Who else is coming up? Are you scared of the turtles of the Devil's Cult?"

The huge venue was silent, seeing the situation, the owner of the Chongyang Villa had no choice but to get up and said, "Master, I think everyone is overwhelmed by your heroic appearance, so I dare not..."

"Hahahaha, how can the martial arts conference be without me!"

Xihe's heart tightened, and he came.

In the next second, a gust of wind hit, instantly flying sand and rocks, and people were shaken by the wind and squinted their eyes.

A gray figure flew over quickly, and in a blink of an eye, he stood on the martial arts arena, opened his hands and laughed loudly: "Today, I will sweep the martial arts world, let you see what peerless martial arts are."

Before everyone could be surprised, they saw him raise his hand, and instantly the stone pillar on the edge of the ring shattered.

The elders of the major sects stood up subconsciously, with disbelief on their faces. The three-foot-wide stone pillar was crushed just like that?

However, after the next 'bang bang bang', the remaining stone pillars also separated. Ben Xi, the old man in gray looked up to the sky and smiled: "Whoever wants to come up and fight two moves with this seat, as long as he wins this seat, this seat will use this exercise Hands up!"

His voice was rough, his gray clothes were dirty, and his face was covered by thick hair, like a wild man.

However, the martial arts are so powerful, comparable to the heads of the six sects, everyone's eyes suddenly became hot, if they can get...

"Where did the beggar come from, how dare to use an axe in front of my head! Get down!"

Master Jing'an was too upset to hit him.

Zong Nanfan, who had been frowning and staring at the old man in gray, changed his expression: "Master, no!"

Sensing the attack from the side, the gray-clothed old man quickly dodged, his figure disappeared in place, and he turned to come behind Mrs. Jing'an, and slapped forward.

After Master Jing'an found out that the attack had failed, she knew that this person was behind her, and in an instant, the Yuehua Sword slashed back with her backhand!

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged more than a dozen moves.

Everyone in the audience was dazzled, but the faces of the heads of the other five major sects turned serious.

This person's kung fu is clearly superior to his teacher's, his teacher is already out of breath, but his aura is very stable, his internal energy must be strong.

However, why is there no news about this person being so powerful?

Could it be someone from the Demon Cult?

No, this person is very clean regardless of his moves or breath.

At this moment, the man in gray took a few steps back on the field, and immediately summoned his internal strength. The strong wind made his hair flutter and his clothes flutter.

Several major sect masters secretly said 'not good', even Xihe stood up 'openly', but Mrs. Jing'an on the field was not afraid, her eyes were full of strong fighting intent, she clenched the Yuehua sword tightly to prepare for the battle .

The man in gray grinned, and slammed forward with his big palm.

boom!

A strong air flow spread out.

Those who were close were so shocked that they vomited blood and flew backwards screaming.

Xihe was protected by Fang Qinglin in his arms, waiting for the tide to pass. She raised her head, and saw Zong Nanfan standing on the stage in front of Mrs. Jing'an, resisting the attack of the man in gray.

Everyone was extremely shocked, and after a while, loud cheers erupted: "Master Zong, Master Zong!"

The man in gray looked at Zong Nanfan in amazement, and laughed loudly: "As expected of the founder of the Taichu sect, he is really powerful."

Zong Nanfan put down his hands, and cupped his hands very politely: "I don't know if your Excellency is..."

The man in gray stood with his hands behind his back, with his head held high and his chest held high: "If you don't change your name, if you don't sit down, you don't change your surname. This seat belongs to Lou Zhiquan of the Yueyang School!"

"What? Someone from the Yueyang faction?"

"Lou Zhiquan? Isn't he an ordinary elder of Yueyang Sect? Why is he so powerful!"

"Hey, brother, is this really your elder?"

The people of the Yueyang faction were also dumbfounded. There was indeed an Elder Lou in their sect, but he was always ugly and not that powerful at all.

But since the masters have said that they belong to their sect, it must be their elders. He couldn't help but nodded to everyone: "Yes, yes, it is our Elder Lou! Elder Lou is usually very approachable..."

On the stage, Lou Zhiquan took out his pocket and handed Zong Nanfan a small notebook: "Since you beat me, this exercise is yours."

Zong Nanfan was about to shake his head subconsciously, but his eyes glanced at the words "Zhengyang Gongfa", and he couldn't help but take two steps forward. That's right, it really is Zhengyang Gongfa, and his eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Lou Zhiquan : "Where did your Excellency come from..." Feeling inappropriate again, he immediately said, "Your Excellency, you should put it away."

"It's just an ordinary discussion and exchange, and there is no need to hand over the heavy things."

Although the Zhengyang Kungfu is well-known, even he is very attracted to it, but it is against his original intention to take what others like.

The members of the Yueyang faction in the audience have been heartbroken since they saw that their elders handed over the exercises that can be promoted to the master because of verbal words.

Seeing that Zongnan Loufan refused, he immediately ran over in a hurry, and hurriedly stuffed the exercises into Lou Zhiquan's arms: "Elder, Grand Master Zong is an upright person, why would you want other people's things for no reason, you still... Zhengyang Gong Law!!"

Looking down, he suddenly cried out.

Everyone else's eyes widened, Zhengyang Gongfa?