Traveling from the world of martial arts

Chapter 39

Three days later, the Junshan Martial Arts Conference officially began.

All forces gathered in Junshan one by one.

On the mountainside of Junshan, a high platform was built, and some seats for people to rest were built on both sides.

However, these seats are not available to ordinary people. Only those with strong strength or unusual status are eligible.

Deng Xiao and Lin Chaoying followed Yi Feng and sat in a seat assigned to Mingjian Villa.

After sitting down, Yi Feng introduced the surrounding martial arts forces to the two.

"This is Shangguan Jianxiong of the Iron Palm Gang, making it Iron Sand Palm! Don't underestimate this Iron Sand Palm. Although it sounds ordinary, the martial arts are indeed ordinary. But the other party has established the Iron Palm Gang with this skill, which can be regarded as a world leader. First class gang."

"That one is Master Huiguang of Shaolin, the head of the Arhat Hall, you must know it, so I won't explain it much."

"The person over there is the organizer of this meeting, Li Yuanchong, the No.13 leader of the Beggar Gang."

"The monks over there are eminent monks of Tianlong Temple in Dali."

"That is Ouyang Aotian, the founder of the White Camel Villa in the Western Regions. We have dealt with each other a few days ago."

"The ones over there who are all dressed in yellow clothes are the official Imperial City Secretary. They were not invited to this conference, they came by themselves."

"Except for the second one, they are all small sects and some martial arts families. With the strength of Brother Wang and Miss Lin, there is no need to waste time to find out."

Taking a closer look, there are quite a few innate powerhouses this time, seven of them.

Although most of them are in the innate early stage, they can be regarded as occupying most of the strength in the world.

"Why don't you give me a seat! He has a seat!"

A voice overwhelmed more than a thousand martial arts professionals present, and everyone's eyes were attracted.

I saw a man wearing a bamboo hat and a knife hanging from his waist pointing at a person.

That person was Deng Xiao, and everyone's eyes fell on Deng Xiao.

"It's him! Shen Wu from Xixia Yipintang!" Deng Xiao recognized this opponent who had met once.

"He is Shen Wu? I heard that the other party has been hunted down by people from Xixia Yipintang for several years, and he is still alive?" Yi Feng asked curiously.

"The other party betrayed Xixia Yipintang?" Lin Chaoying asked.

"About six years ago, the other party was humiliated by the imperial concubine Xixia because it was not good for protecting a person. Then he killed the other party in a rage, and has been hunted down since then." Yi Feng explained.

Deng Xiao and Lin Chaoying looked at each other, and they both remembered what happened back then.

While the three were discussing, things continued on the other side.

"That person's strength can compete with the innate strong, can you!" A disciple of the beggar gang said disdainfully.

In the past few days, Deng Xiao's reputation has spread.

And Deng Xiao also got his wish and became a leader of the younger generation in the arena, second only to Yi Feng.

"In that case, come out and let's fight!"

This time, Shen Wu pointed at Ouyang Aotian.

When Ouyang Aotian heard the words of the Beggar Gang disciple, he was so angry that he wanted to slap him to death.

Now hearing that someone is going to use him as a stepping stone again, he is so angry that he almost spits out a mouthful of old blood that has been treasured for decades.

"Zhuzi, how dare you insult me ​​like this!"

Ouyang Aotian was completely angry, he wanted to kill the other party, and killed the other party extremely cruelly.

Otherwise, if you keep going like this and someone randomly comes to challenge you, you won't have any face.

"die!"

With all his strength, the tip of the stick pointed directly at Shen Wu's heart.

Ouyang Aotian's speed was so fast that he covered a distance of nearly [-] meters in the blink of an eye.

This time, everyone has seen the horror of the innately strong. Among other things, even this speed is not something that ordinary people can match.

This also dispels the minds of other people who also want to use Ouyang Aotian to become famous, and let them realize the reality that not everyone can become famous by stepping on others.

If you are not careful, you will die!
"Tell me, can Shen Wu catch this move?" Yi Feng looked at Deng Xiao.

Deng Xiao frowned slightly, considering Shen Wu's original strength, he was naturally not qualified.

But six years have passed, and the opponent's strength should have improved somewhat.

But he doesn't know the opponent's qualifications, how can he determine how much the opponent's strength has increased?
"I'm not sure." Finally, Deng Xiao shook his head.

"I think I can take it!" Lin Chaoying on the side answered, "The other party is so confident and doesn't look like a fool, there must be something to rely on!"

In the arena, there was no one around Shen Wu.

Shen Wu put his right hand on the handle of the knife, quietly watching Ouyang Aotian approach.

At this moment, many people thought that Shen Wu was intimidated by Ouyang Aotian's momentum and did not dare to take action, or was even scared out of his wits.

Deng Xiao had dealt with the other party before, and knew the other party's character and personality, so he had a vague feeling that the other party might be holding back his big move.

Finally, Shen Wu made a move.

Few people saw him make a move, because he made a move too fast, to be precise, he made a knife too fast.

Deng Xiao stood up from the seat all of a sudden, full of shock.

He looked at Lin Chaoying, who also looked at him in surprise.

After a long time, Deng Xiao slowly uttered a sentence, "Genius of the Dao of the Sword!"

At that time, Deng Xiao once coaxed Shen Wu to study for six years by himself, only learning to draw a sword, and finally practiced one move to draw a sword.

Six years have passed now, and the other party seems to have learned the trick he used to coax the other party back then.

With just one knife, the crutch in Ouyang Aotian's hand was cut off.

Not only that, including the hair on the forehead!

If Ouyang Aotian hadn't dodged this move in time, he might be killed with a single blow.

The scene was silent for a few seconds before the exclamation sounded one after another.

"What kind of knife technique is this?"

"Too fast, I didn't see anything, did you see it?"

"If I could see it, I would still be standing here like you? I have already been invited to take the seat!"

"Too!"

Ouyang Aotian was awakened by the discussions of people around him.

He looked around, and everyone was pointing at him, as if mocking him.

"Why is this innately powerful person being repelled three times in a row?"

"It's not a fake, is it?"

"Not necessarily, maybe the innately strong in the Western Regions are so weak."

For the blatant discussion, the people around did not give Ouyang Aotian, an innate strong man, any face.

"go!"

With endless humiliation, Ouyang Aotian took his son Ouyang Jie and left Junshan Conference.

"The martial arts in the Central Plains are too bullying, just because I am a martial artist in the Western Regions, they actually target me like this! It's too hateful!"

In the woods, Ouyang Aotian cursed viciously.

Such a big event happened on the scene, and no one stopped it. This is absolutely acquiescence.

And all of this is probably because he is not a warrior from the Central Plains, so he was excluded.

In other words, waiting for both of them to lose out.

"Wait! I will definitely come back!" Ouyang Aotian said harshly.

"Come back? I'm afraid you won't be able to go back!"

A young-looking man wearing a red bloody robe with crow's feet at the corners of his eyes stood in front of the father and son.

"There will be a big battle soon, let's replenish some blood first!"

Ouyang Aotian saw a young man stop him, just about to get angry when he heard the other person talking to himself, after carefully looking at the other person's attire, he turned pale for a moment, as if he thought of something.

"Son, run!"

(End of this chapter)