Comprehensive martial arts: The romantic young master

Prince Duan of Dali!

These five words seemed to weigh tens of millions of kilograms, hitting everyone's hearts directly.

If they were afraid of Zhou Ziming's swordsmanship just now, now they surrender to Duan Yu from the bottom of their hearts.

Duan Yu doesn't know what it was like before.

But now in Dali, if anyone says that he does not know the names Duan Yu and Duan Shizi of Dali, he will probably be laughed out of his mouth.

Because Duan Yu's name is too loud now.

For two years, the arena was set up in Dali, Yunnan. Experts from all over the world came to challenge, but Duan Yu never lost. His reputation was even comparable to that of Bei Qiao Feng and Nan Murong!

Appearing in the territory of a third-rate force like Wuliang Sword Sect now is like the current emperor going to the county government office in a small county for sightseeing. How can it not make people frightened?

"Dali Prince Duan?"

The girl clicked her tongue and sighed: "It turns out you are a relative of the emperor. Seeing how frightened these people were, they almost made you kneel down."

Duan Yu smiled slightly, without denying it, and then turned his gaze to Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing:

"You two, please don't misunderstand me. I came with Zhou Ziming this time just to bear witness to Beizong's return to the Wuliang Sword Sect. I will not participate in other things. You don't have to be nervous. If it is not If you can’t fight, I won’t participate.”

Although he said this, no one present would take it seriously.

How could the dignified Prince Duan of Dali come to Wuliang Mountain in person if he didn't specifically want to participate in this matter?

Obviously Duan Yu wanted Zhou Ziming to be a puppet leader, while he would take charge of the overall situation behind the scenes.

Zuo Zimu, an old fox, knew better than anyone else that today was an irreversible outcome, so he immediately sighed:

"Zhou Ziming, the leader of the Northern Sect, has great swordsmanship, but I am not as good as the Eastern Sect. I only hope that after the Wuliang Sword Sect is re-merged, Head Zhou can treat other disciples equally!"

Zuo Zimu's words were half true and false, half sincere and half meant to win over people's hearts in the end.

No matter what happens to Zuo Zimu in the future, when he said these words, most of his disciples were filled with gratitude and admiration for him.

Looking at Xizong's Xin Shuangqing, he was even worse. He was biting his bright red lips and said nothing, but he had obviously accepted his fate.

At this moment, even if they want to fight to the death, the disciples of the East Sect and the West Sect will not follow them.

Seeing that the time had come, the next disciple of Zhou Zi Ming Sect immediately stepped forward and shouted: "In that case, why haven't the disciples paid homage to the new leader?"

This disciple's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect, who were already shaky in their hearts, immediately responded in unison, knelt on the ground, and their voices resounded throughout the Wuliang Palace: "Disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect pay homage to the leader!"

but,

This is not enough.

Zhou Ziming was obviously a little too high-spirited, with his hands behind his back and a proud look on his face: "Since they are going to pay homage to the leader, why do Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing delay in doing so? Are they disrespectful to the new leader?"

Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing were stunned.

Both of them are senior members of the Wuliang Sword Sect. Although they are defeated by Zhou Ziming, there is no reason to kneel down to him. This is really too much!

At this time, even the tactful Zuo Zimu blushed a little, his anger surged, and he clenched his hands tightly.

"enough."

Duan Yu suddenly said calmly: "Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing are both veterans of the Wuliang Sword Sect, so please be merciful."

Once Duan Yu spoke, how could Zhou Ziming dare to say any more nonsense?

He immediately shrank his neck and said respectfully: "Yes, Prince Duan."

Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing also breathed a sigh of relief and bowed respectfully towards Duan Yu to express their gratitude.

In the next day,

Zhou Ziming began to entertain his disciples and hold a banquet to entertain the guests who came to watch the competition. At the same time, he also held the merger meeting of the Wuliang Sword Sect on the same day.

From then on, the Wuliang Sword Sect was no longer divided into the East Sect, the West Sect, and the North Sect. There was only one sect, the Wuliang Sword Sect.

Duan Yu also gave Zhou Ziming a second task: to deal with other forces around Wuliang Mountain as soon as possible, such as the Shennong Gang and the Jinshi Gang, which were originally on par with the Wuliang Sword Sect.

Zhou Ziming was still a little hesitant about the task assigned by Duan Yu. Although his martial arts skills were stronger than those of gangs such as the Shennong Gang and the Jinshi Gang, they were more powerful in numbers...

When he saw Duan Yu's majestic and irresistible eyes, he was speechless and could only grit his teeth and agree.

He knew in his heart that although Zhou Ziming was the leader of the Wuliang Sword Sect on the surface, Duan Yu could let another person take his place at any time.

Since you have chosen to be a dog, you must be a good and obedient dog.

As for the girl Zhong Ling,

Although Duan Yu wanted to keep Zhong Ling in the Wuliang Sword Sect for two days, she said that she would go home for dinner in the evening and come back to play with him tomorrow...

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that night.

In the main hall of Wuliang Palace.

There were only seven people in the huge hall, which seemed extremely empty.

The door of the main hall was closed tightly, and a few flickering candle lights kept swaying.

Duan Yu sat on the main seat of the main hall with a golden sword, while Lin Xian'er on the side served him tenderly.

Under the main hall, there were five beautiful women, wearing only a gauze as thin as cicada wings, almost as if they were not wearing any clothes. They were dancing there, wielding long swords in their hands for Duan Yu to admire.

Taking a closer look, these five beautiful women were the Xizong disciples this morning.

The leader is none other than the beautiful Taoist nun Xin Shuangqing, who still has a charming charm, and the following four are the most beautiful women in her Xizong sect.

These people have now become Duan Yu's dancers, dancing gracefully in this late night.

Xin Shuangqing was even more ashamed to see anyone. He had kept his integrity for so many years, but now he was dressed like this and danced a sword in front of a young man.

Lin Xian'er was also watching the five Xizong disciples dance their swords, and would even use some vulgar words to describe them from time to time, flirting and laughing with Duan Yu.

The five women were so angry and annoyed that they wanted to go up and skin and remove Lin Xianer's bones.

But in a blink of an eye, he saw the strong Duan Yu sitting there, and no one dared to look at him again.

Duan Yu looked at Xin Shuangqing and others' sword dancing postures that were extremely shy and not interesting at all, so he said to Lin Xian'er:

"Xian'er, it seems to me that none of them are sensible. How about you go down and teach them?"

Lin Xian'er whispered softly into Duan Yu's ear: "You old man really considers himself an emperor. Aren't you afraid that they will kill me?"

Duan Yu laughed loudly: "How dare they?"