Chapter 121 Huashan Martial Arts Competition

Chapter 121 Huashan Martial Arts Competition

Chapter 121 Huashan Martial Arts Competition
Righteous Hall.

As it approached noon, what was supposed to come came, and what was not supposed to come also came.

The eighteen leaders and gang masters sat in two rows in the hall, from high to low in status, from Yue Buqun to the left and right all the way to the main entrance.

The huge Zhengqi Hall was packed with people.

With the help of Lao Denuo, Zhang Yu managed to get the last place, ranking 19th.

He didn't care about those looks at all and became the nineteenth prince with peace of mind.

On the table in front of each person, there was a pot of wine, two plates of dried fruits, and six dishes. Although it was not very rich, it was in line with the Huashan Sect's noble and simple image.

"This wine is average, far worse than Zui Qing Feng."

Yue Jian drank half a sip and then lost interest, focusing on eating the pine nuts with thin shells and large kernels.

The disciples do not need to pick the pine nuts from the Huashan pine trees. They just need to dig out the tree holes one by one. Inside are all the top-quality goods that the little squirrels have painstakingly identified. Each pine nut is round and plump, fried with spices, and is oily and extremely delicious.

Seeing her holding up the pine nut plate and about to put it to her mouth, Zhang Yu hurriedly said, "Eat slowly. We are here for a banquet, not to go to the mountains with bandits. Girls, you should pay attention to your image."

Yue Jian whispered, "My Lord asked me to dress up as a man, so I have to eat like a man. Besides, I received fifty kilograms of Zui Qing Feng, which is a lot of silver. If I don't eat more, I will lose a lot."

Zhang Yu shook his head slightly. If it weren't for the two jars of wine that needed to be carried to Yuquan Courtyard, he really didn't want to take Yue Jian out. Or maybe it was because her sister Hua Jian was gentle and sensible.

"My fellow heroes have come from afar. I am sorry for my poor hospitality and any neglect I have shown you. Please forgive me..."

Zhang Yu didn't want to pay attention to her and looked towards the top of Zhengqi Hall. Yue Buqun was still a handsome middle-aged man in a blue shirt with a handsome face. There was no trace of arrogance of being the best in Guanzhong martial arts world. When he spoke to his friends in martial arts world, he smiled before he spoke.

Sitting next to Yue Buqun were four powerful forces in Guanzhong: the Weishui Righteous Alliance, the Xi'an Dafeng Gang, the Qingyang Qianma Hall, and the Longnan Xi'an Gong Family.

If tens of thousands of kilograms of explosives could be buried in Zhengqitang at this time, it would save the Sun Moon Sect a lot of trouble in returning to Guanzhong.

Zhang Yu wanted to take a peek at the power distribution, attitudes, and relationships among the righteous martial arts world in Guanzhong, and today was undoubtedly a good opportunity.

"That night by the Liujin River, he probably didn't see my face clearly."

Zhang Yu was not worried that Yue Buqun would recognize him. On that day in Pingyang Prefecture, the two were quite far apart and it was a dimly lit night.

Now, more than half a year has passed, and he has grown from a mere grass carp into a Qi Hai realm master, just like a rough jade that has been shed from its stone body. Compared to then, both his appearance and temperament have been sublimated.

"The destruction of Yunshuitang and the expulsion of the demon sect from Guanzhong are all due to Mr. Yue's contribution. I believe that the army cannot be without a commander, the country cannot be without a leader, and the martial arts world is also like this. Today, I would like to take this opportunity to gather all the eighteen masters here. Although we cannot recruit all of them, we can represent the public opinion of the Guanzhong martial arts world. I propose to nominate Mr. Yue as the leader of the Guanzhong martial arts world."

The old scholar in Confucian hat and robes sitting at the upper left seat is the leader of the Righteous Alliance, Qiu Qingshan. He claims to have achieved academic success as a student, but later his family fell into poverty, so he made a living by pulling boats on both sides of the Wei River.

The living environment of the trackers along the Wei River is extremely harsh. They have to fight with their peers, government officials and wealthy merchants, bandits and robbers, and all large and small gangs of fishermen and trackers. The weak ones cannot survive more than three months.

Thousands of fishermen and trackers are in such a cruel environment, just like a Gu tank. Sooner or later, a king of insects will emerge.

This old scholar full of flattery was the "Insect King" elected that year.

Unlike the elegant Yue Buqun, Qiu Qingshan does not look like a prince even when he wears the dragon robe. He has a thin figure, dark skin, wrinkles on his face, and looks a bit creepy when he smiles.

But no one present dared to look down on him.

More than a dozen small docks were united into one by this old scholar. Now the Righteous Alliance has a leader, eight deputy leaders, and five hundred elite disciples. It also manages nearly thousands of fishermen and boatmen on both sides of the Weishui River. Its strength is indeed very strong.

Qiu Qingshan led the Righteous Alliance to rise up on the banks of the Wei River, and no one in the Guanzhong martial arts world dared to look down on those men who reeked of fish.

"Mr. Qingshan, you are too kind. The remaining members of the Yunshuitang in Guanzhong have been completely wiped out. This is all thanks to the contributions of all the fellow martial artists. I, Yue, only led the Huashan Sect and did some insignificant work. It is not worth mentioning."

Yue Buqun said a few humble words, then changed the subject and said, "Although the Yunshui Hall has been destroyed, the Demon Cult is still eyeing us covetously. There are also many ambitious people, both good and evil, who intend to dominate the martial arts world. As a result, the world is in chaos, and the struggle between good and evil is bound to cause another bloody storm."

"I think Guanzhong will not be spared!"

Many sect leaders nodded. They shared the same opinion, which was why they were willing to sit in Huashan Zhengqi Hall today.

The storm is coming, the conflict in the world is getting more intense, and sooner or later there will be a war between good and evil. For this purpose, these people want to keep each other warm and get through the coming winter.
"Mr. Qiu is right. Guanzhong Jianghu really needs a leader who is both virtuous and talented. However, I am not very talented and knowledgeable, and my prestige cannot convince the public. Huashan Sect is alone and weak, so I dare not take on the position of leader."

Yue Buqun declined again.

Yue Jian whispered, "Boss, this Mr. Yue is really hypocritical. He used us to scare those people, and at the same time he pretended to refuse, found someone else to sing the same tune. I think he is desperate to be the leader, and he is not happy at all."

Zhang Yu glanced at Yue Jian. He originally thought that she only knew how to eat, but she turned out to be quite knowledgeable.

"You can see it clearly, but there are some things that cannot be said even if they are true. Look at these people here, who is not a master at pretending to be confused?"

All eyes were focused on Yue Buqun. They moved closer to the door and spoke in low voices, but no one paid any attention.

Sun Liejun, the head of the Yuan Dao Sect, said loudly: "Jun Zijian is the leader of the Guanzhong martial arts world. That is what everyone wants. Mr. Yue should not refuse."

Qian Ruhai of the Baisha Gang also said: "What Sect Leader Sun said is exactly what I feel."

Qiu Qingshan said with a smile: "In terms of martial arts, Mr. Yue is the only Xiantian realm master in Guanzhong. In terms of character, who among you doesn't know that the name of the Gentleman Sword is well-known in the martial arts world. For hundreds of years, the Huashan Sect has been the leader of the righteous path. Apart from Mr. Yue, I really don't know who else is suitable for this position?"

Although there are many gangs in Zhengqitang, it mainly depends on the attitudes of Zhengqi League, Dafeng Gang, Qianmatang and Nangong Family.

Qiu Qingshan clearly expressed his support for Yue Buqun, with a hint of threat in his tone.

Yue Buqun stroked the three strands of long beard under his chin and said with a smile: "Mr. Qingshan, what you said is not right. Guanzhong is full of talented people. In addition to Yue, there are Boss Zhou, Master Ma, and Mr. Nangong from Longxi. They are all famous heroes in the martial arts world."

Zhou Jian of the Dafeng Gang and Ma Chengzhou of the Qianma Hall are both underworld forces that have risen in recent decades. They are not very happy about having an extra leader above their opponents, but they have no other choice. The prestige of the two families is not as high as that of the Huashan Sect, not to mention the Zhengqi League that is frantically fanning the flames.

But they didn't say anything, and looked at the man sitting at the upper seat on the right, 'Number One Sword in Longxi' Nangong Huang.

Nangong is the first martial arts family in Longxi. The family tree can be traced back to the Northern Zhou Dynasty. Whether in the martial arts world or in the court, generations of talents have emerged. In terms of origin and background, it is no worse than the Huashan Sect.

Nangong Huang is five or six years older than Yue Buqun. He is tall and strong, with a beard, a typical Longxi man. He speaks in a loud voice and with great confidence.

He became famous earlier than Yue Buqun, but due to his geographical disadvantage, he lived in Longxi, with no famous mountains nearby, so he was not well-known in the world.

"It is appropriate to nominate Huashan Sect as the leader. In terms of merit, virtue, and talent, no one dares to say that Sect Leader Yue is not qualified. Hehe, but since it is a nomination of a leader, for the long-term benefit of Guanzhong martial arts, it must be proven by hands. Otherwise, even if I accept it, the Longxi martial arts community may not accept it either."

After hearing this, everyone looked at Nangong Huang. Is he going to challenge him in a one-on-one fight?
Qiu Qingshan chuckled: "Could it be that Mr. Nangong thinks he can defeat Sect Leader Yue?"

"What about me and Sect Leader Yue? We haven't competed, so we don't know yet, but whether the first generation is strong or not..."

"For the long-term development of Guanzhong's martial arts world, it all depends on the next generation."

Nangong Huang looked at Yue Buqun calmly, as if he did not take the intimidating title of "the only great master of the innate realm in Guanzhong" seriously.

Hearing this, Zhou Jian from the Dafeng Gang looked at the young man next to Nangong Huang and immediately agreed: "That's good. It's rare for the Guanzhong martial arts world to get together. Let the younger generation learn from each other, which can continue the friendship of the older generation."

Qiu Qingshan looked at Yue Buqun and saw him nod slightly, so he smiled and said: "If that's the case, then whoever has the strongest disciple will be the leader. This way, the harmony between the leaders will not be damaged."

Yue Buqun finally said with a smile: "Nominating a leader is another matter, but it's also good to let the young people communicate with each other."

Everyone agreed. In front of the Jade Maiden Temple, there is a raised stone platform, about five or six feet in radius, which is naturally formed and was originally part of the mountain.

Because of its natural shape resembling a fighting ring, Huashan disciples often tease it as looking like it deserves a beating.

Over the past hundreds of years, countless masters have left dense marks of sword cuts and saber stabs on it, silently witnessing the changes of time in the martial arts world. After all, the old are eventually replaced by the new.

Many heroes and great men, who dominated for a time, ultimately could not escape the cage of life and death.

But no matter how the situation changes, the Huashan Sect will always have a place in this world.

This is the pride of every generation of Huashan disciples.

When Linghu Chong thought of this, the wound on his buttocks didn't hurt at all.

"Thank you! Senior Brother Song."

With one move, 'White Rainbow Piercing the Sun', he knocked the long sword out of the hand of Song Feiyu of the Baisha Gang. His victory was very beautiful, just like the previous four matches, which made the leaders of various sects in Guanzhong look at him with awe. From today on, the name of Huashan's eldest disciple will spread throughout Guanzhong.

"Brother Linghu's swordsmanship is exquisite. I am convinced of my defeat."

Song Feiyu is in his early thirties, a little older than his peers. He has profound internal strength and extraordinary attainments in martial arts.

The two fought for less than twenty rounds before he was defeated.

Linghu Chong stepped down from the arena and walked towards the long awning set up in front of the Jade Maiden Temple. He looked around but was a little disappointed when he didn't see his junior sister.

She has always loved being in a crowd, but this time, because of the rumors about 'choosing a son-in-law', she was too shy to come out to watch the competition, which was a pity.

"Well done, Master Brother!"

The Huashan disciples cheered, but were stopped by Yue Buqun's eyes.

He smiled and said, "Chong'er, in three more rounds, you can still win if you use 'Pine Welcoming Guests'. Why take the risk and knock down the opponent's weapon? Baisha Gang and Huashan are old friends, you should give them some face."

Linghu Chong bowed his head and said, "Master, I was just impatient."

Zhang Yu sat in a corner, not too concerned about the outcome of the duel. Apart from Linghu Chong and the one-eyed man named Nangong Cang, the younger generation in Guanzhong did not have many outstanding martial arts skills.

"Still too young."

"From this day on, the world will only be dominated by the next five or six years. In the end, it will still be ruled by Ren Woxing, Zuo Lengchan, Yue Buqun and a bunch of sinister middle-aged men."

"If you count carefully, there are only three young people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with this group of scheming middle-aged men in martial arts."

"Ren Yingying, Linghu Chong, and Lin Pingzhi who paid a huge price."

"The bloody storm blowing in the rivers and lakes does not necessarily give young people time to grow."

The reality is so cruel.

Yue Jian said: "It's Nangong Cang's turn!"

Zhang Yu looked up at the stone platform.

He was a very impressive young man.

Nangong Cang was in his early twenties, with a sinister look. There were two extremely scary scars on his left eye, which crossed into a cross shape, forming an extremely scary depression, and his eyeball was missing.

"He's a ruthless person."

Rumor has it that when he was eighteen years old, in order to concentrate on mastering the Nangong family's unique skill "Sun and Moon Cross Slash" and avoid interference, he dug out one of his eyes with a knife. Since then, this concubine's younger brother has been designated as the heir by the head of the family, Nangong Huang.
The opponent is Tao Tao, a disciple of Feixing Sect, who uses a strange weapon - Yingyue. In such hot weather, he is also wearing a black robe, which contains various hidden weapons.

"He's too arrogant!"

"Yes, and you always look at people with one eye!"

"Feixing Sect is known for its hidden weapons, and I heard that Tao Tao's Qinggong is also good."

"He won't win so easily, will he?"

No matter how much these people in the martial arts world hate Nangong Cang, they have already determined in their hearts that Tao Tao is no match for him.

Nangong Cang smiled and looked at Tao Tao. He said in a low and slow voice, "Tell me, how do you want to roll off the ring?"

Tao Tao didn't say anything, his eyes were full of solemnity. He reached into his black robe and took out two cicada-wing flying knives, and threw them out. His movements were quite fast, and the onlookers were dazzled.

Four handles.

Six handles.

In a short while, eight flying knives blocked the vital points on his body.

"brush!"

A flash of cold light, simple and clear.

Nangong Cang only swung his sword once, and his body and the sword became a straight line, transforming into a cold light that shot out and naturally knocked away those hidden weapons. His power remained undiminished, and he slashed straight towards Tao Tao.

Someone exclaimed: "It's still just one knife!"

Someone was disdainful: "Is this the only knife he can use?"

The head of Feixing Sect, Fang, leaped into the air and caught the figure flying backwards. The two of them landed on the ground. He injected three streams of internal energy into his disciple's body, which was enough to initially dissolve the sword energy in his disciple's body.

Tao Tao spat out two mouthfuls of blood and sat there to regulate his breathing.

"Nangong Huang, in a duel, we should stop when the time is right. Was your disciple too cruel?"

"I'm sorry, Master Fang, the Nangong family's swords don't have that many fancy features."

Nangong Huang showed no apology at all and his words were full of sarcasm.

When Feixing Sect was in Zhengqitang, it had already clearly expressed its support for Huashan Sect. They were enemies, not friends, so there was no need to show mercy.

The evil cult in Guanzhong has been eliminated, and now it is the turn of the righteous forces to share the fruits of their labor.

Originally, he was still six points afraid of Yue Buqun and four points unwilling to submit to him. After receiving the letter sent from Songshan, he now felt seven points unwilling to submit and three points afraid.

At sunset, the mountains turn yellow.

The competition in front of the Jade Maiden Temple has produced preliminary results.

On the stone platform, the final two winners were decided, Linghu Chong and Nangong Cang, and both sides agreed to fight again tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)