Thinking of this, Mr. Hong Qi did not dare to continue thinking about it and began to look forward to Yun Zhonghe's performance at the martial arts conference tomorrow.

If it was as he guessed, it would be fun.

After several days of getting along, Hong Qi found that Yun Zhonghe was not as unforgivable as rumors in the world.

But it is not a disguised appearance in front of him, and it remains to be verified.

The next day.

The first ray of sunlight broke through the constraints of the clouds and shone onto the earth, tearing the darkness that enveloped it.

The city that had been silent for a night has become noisy again, and its liveliness is even more lively than yesterday.

Today is the day for the martial arts conference.

In the middle of the city, a three-meter-high competition are built on a square that can accommodate thousands of people.

People from the world who came to attend the conference arrived here early in the morning.

If he can make his mark at the martial arts competition, he may even surpass all the heroes and become the leader of the martial arts world.

Then you can command the world and achieve supreme glory.

Soon, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties slowly stepped onto the stage, with kind-eyed and kind-hearted demeanor and a martial arts hero.

This person is not someone else, but the organizer of this martial arts conference, Xiang Yingtian.

Xiang Yingtianyi appeared, and the originally noisy square suddenly became quiet. The heads of the six major sects in the stands stood up to greet him, which gave him enough face.

Just as everyone's attention was focused on Xiang Yingtian, Yun Zhonghe's eyes suddenly looked at a figure in the crowd.

The two eyes met, but instantly moved away.

Yun Zhonghe looked as usual, as if nothing had happened.

Look at Xiang Yingtian on the stage and cherish everything you have now.

The more glorious you are now, the more embarrassing you will be when things are exposed.

"All martial arts fellow martial arts members have come from thousands of miles to attend the martial arts conference. I am very grateful."

A cheerful chuckle resounded in everyone's ears.

After greeting the heads of the six major sects, Xiang Yingtian looked around the audience, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, showing a look of heartache.

"My Hongxue Child was instilled with the idea of ​​revenge by his mother since childhood, which led to his extreme personality."

"When investigating the truth about his father Yang Feng's death, he was bewitched by a traitor and brutally killed the disciples of the six major sects."

"Today, we are summoned to select a candidate that everyone can trust and lead our fellow martial arts members to arrest Fu Hongxue."

Speaking of this, Xiang Yingtian solemnly clasped his fists: "The child Hongxue is not a bad person. Please think of him as he is eager to avenge his father and to me, and to be gentle with him."

"Xiang has thanked you here."

At the end of the conversation, my voice was even more swallowed and my face was full of sadness.

He even bowed deeply to everyone.

When the people present saw it, they were moved and persuaded them.

"Senior Xiang, you don't need to do this."

"That beast Fu Hongxue is not worthy of your doing."

"Get up quickly."

“…”

For a moment, I received sympathy from everyone present.

Fu Hongxue became an ungrateful despicable villain.

Yun Zhonghe looked at Xiang Yingtian, and was amazed that the latter's acting skills were really perfect.

If he hadn't had a God's perspective, he would have been deceived by Xiang Yingtian's superb acting skills and a righteous appearance.

After everyone's persuasion, Xiang Yingtian's excitement was calmed down.

He took a deep breath and his face returned to his original state.

“I announce that the conference has officially begun now.”

With Xiang Yingtian's order, everyone cheered and the atmosphere boiled again.

After almost setting the atmosphere, Xiang Yingtian pressed his hands and once again showed his extremely high reputation in the martial arts world.

"I wonder which hero took the lead?"

After the words fell, there was a big commotion.

As the saying goes, if the first person to go on stage doesn’t have any real material, it will only add a joke.

This situation did not last long, and a figure rose into the air from the crowd.

He stepped on his shoulders with his toes and finally landed steadily on the stage.

The elegant and lively figure attracted everyone's cheers.

Yun Zhonghe didn't even have the interest to see him in front of him. He looked like a supporting role. He would be beaten down shortly after he went up.

Just as Yun Zhonghe thought, the more glorious you are on the stage, the more embarrassing you will be when you fall down.

Seeing the man use his butt backwards, the audience burst into laughter.

The man couldn't hold on his face at all, so he got up in shame and ran away with his tail between his legs.

As time goes by, more and more people go on stage to compete, and people keep leaving the market in disgrace.

The one who can stay on the court is no longer a wine bag, but a person in the world who has real materials.

The competition gradually became interesting.

Hong Qigong was holding a chicken leg in his hand, bored and watched the two of them compete on the stage, and his eyes fell on Yun Zhonghe who was beside him: "Aren't you here to attend the martial arts conference, why don't you go up and try it?"

Yun Zhonghe didn't expect Hong Qi Guild to say this suddenly and said modestly: "Senior is joking, but the younger generation's martial arts are insignificant, so they won't be embarrassed."

Hong Qigong said with some meaning: "If your martial arts are considered to be low, I am afraid there will be no one with high martial arts in the world."

Yun Zhonghe smiled modestly. Anyway, he wouldn't admit it, so he really didn't believe it. Can the beggars force himself to go to the ring?

Hong Qigong looked at Yun Zhonghe's expression and muttered in his heart.

Could it be that he was wrong to guess that Yun Zhonghe’s purpose in this trip was not to seize the position of leader of the martial arts world?

No matter what Yun Zhonghe’s purpose is, the old beggar is having a lot of fun at this moment.

He wanted to see what kind of expression would Yun Zhonghe, who had always been full of evil deeds, really become the leader of the martial arts world?

It must be very funny.

Hong Qigong did it as soon as he said that, and the true energy in his palm flowed, following the palm technique, he used the two dragons from the eighteen dragon subduing palms to draw water out.

A dragon roar shook the sky, directly attracted everyone's attention.

"What a deep internal force."

"What happened?"

"The sound seems to be coming from near Yun Zhonghe."

“…”

Everyone looked at each other in a row.

Yun Zhonghe once again became the focus.

At this moment, he looked helpless.

I never expected that Hong Qigong would suddenly attack him.

By the time he realized, his whole body had been hit in the air by a torrent condensed by true qi.

From a distance, he looked like a knight riding on a dragon.

Seeing this, A Zi chose to attack Hong Qigong as soon as possible, but how could her three-legged kung fu be the latter's opponent?

He was subdued in just one move.

"Sister Zi, don't be impulsive, I'm fine."

Yun Zhonghe's voice rang out at the right time, and A Zi stopped angrily.
Chapter completed!