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On the top of the poor mountain, the martial arts competition has been going on for three days, and it has reached the final stage.

Although everyone can participate in the battle for the leader, those without certain prestige will not be able to convince the crowd at all, so all the leaders of the various sects will participate in the competition on the last day.

Yin Xu was almost at the limit of his patience. These three days they ate and drank on the top of the mountain, their conditions were limited, and they had to watch a group of energetic guys gossip, which was a waste of time.

And since he didn't receive a letter from Teng Yu for three consecutive days, he always felt that something was missing.

Seeing Qing Xiaoyan come on stage, he said a long paragraph of his own emotions and a long paragraph of epigrams to encourage future generations. Seeing that the sun was already rising, he continued to chatter endlessly.

Yin Xu slapped the table, and the man flew over like an arrow off the string, pushed Qing Xiaoyan away with a palm, and said under fire: "Okay, why are there so many words, let's start!"

Many people felt that the devil spoke to his heart, but they still wanted to stab him a few words.

"Huo Jiaozhu, the position of the leader is not only based on martial arts, but also Wude. Huo Jiaozhu doesn't even have the most basic manners, how can he take on such a big job?"

Yin Xu snorted at the man, "What is Wude? Do you have it? Take it out to the leader and have a look!"

"You... a child with a yellow mouth, you are so presumptuous if you have some abilities. If the position of the leader falls into your hands, I will be the first to refuse!"

The corner of Yin Xu's mouth curled up, and he raised his chin and said: "It seems that you know that you can't defeat the leader of the sect, so you started to make sarcastic remarks. If the leader elected in this way can refuse to accept the leader, then everyone is still fighting here. What's the matter? Hurry up and go home."

"Haha..." I don't know who was the first to laugh, and then the laughter became louder, and someone actually agreed with Yin Xu's words, "Yeah, we came here in a mighty way, isn't it to choose the leader of the martial arts alliance?" ? But I have never heard that the elected leader can be changed at will."

Yin Xu squinted at the old man who was about to lose his temper, glanced at the audience, and said arrogantly: "Okay, don't waste the precious time of the leader, the pirates in front are still waiting for the leader to clear them up. Killing people is better than beating people!"

Many people thought of this young master's identity and his father who was more famous than him, and suddenly felt a good impression in their hearts.

People are often like this, love the house and love the black, and believe that Huo Zhengquan is a good man and a hero, and his son will naturally get some credit.

"Let's go up together, we can catch up with lunch after we go down the mountain." Yin Xu was extremely arrogant, and slapped the faces of several masters.

Qing Xiaoyan coughed dryly, and said coyly: "Qing is not feeling well, so I won't participate. My Qing family has no successors, and I won't pursue the position of leader this time. Please feel free, everyone."

Everyone cursed secretly: Old fox!

At a time like this, even if everyone wanted to do it together, they couldn't hide their shame. With so many people watching, a group of old men besieged a young boy, and people would laugh out loud if they said it.

The head who spoke just now was the first to stand up, "Then let this head learn the advanced martial arts of the Demon Cult."

Yin Xu thought: Do we still need to use advanced martial arts to deal with you?Really give yourself a long face!

There is no doubt about the ending. Except for Wudang Shaolin who had never made a move among the masters present, everyone else was defeated by the former leader of the Demon Cult, and the former leader died in the hands of Yin Xu. This relationship is simple and clear.

The abbot of Shaolin looked at a certain head who was slapped flying with his palm, closed his eyes and said "Amitabha." Then he said with emotion: "This kid has achieved this at a young age. He is really a martial arts genius, which is rare even in hundreds of years." See you."

"It's a pity to step into the devil's way, otherwise I, Wudang, would definitely take him into my sect." The head of Wudang also had a look of regret.

"This son has a perverted temperament and acts domineering. He does have a bit of the tradition of the Devil's Cult, but Sheng Zai has a deep family background. He is confident but not arrogant. He is a devil without a devil in his heart."

If these words came to Yin Xu's ears, he would definitely spit on his face, thinking that Yin Xu's heart was the first to be enchanted, so that he could quickly advance in a thousand years and touch the threshold of ascension.

Now being commented that he has no evil heart, one can imagine how Yin Xu will feel.

After defeating the heads of three sects in a row, Yin Xu didn't even take a breath, and didn't even drop a drop of sweat on his face. Compared with the spectators present, he was much more relaxed, which surprised everyone secretly.

"I've always heard how the leader of the Demon Cult understands martial arts, but I've never seen it with my own eyes. It's really worth it, it's so shocking!"

"It's really hard to imagine how this young man practiced. He is so good in his teens. To say he is a genius is too humiliating."

"Yeah, this achievement is enough to disdain the past and the present. It's hard to imagine how great his future achievements will be."

"It's no wonder that the Devil's Cult does so many evil things. With such a bad reputation, there are still people joining one after another. The exercises are really amazing."

"It would be great if he came from a decent family..." Someone said with emotion, which got everyone's approval.

Whether he was from the Demon Cult, this identity has to be questioned. The grievances between good and evil for many years cannot be eliminated just by eliminating them.

"Master Huo's martial arts are superb, and I want to learn from them too. I wonder if I would like to?" Shaolin Abbot stood up, his red cassock fluttering in the wind.

"Look, the abbot has already made a move..."

"Could it be that Shaolin is also planning to participate in this year's battle for the leader?"

Yin Xu also had this question, "Aren't you a referee? You also want to participate in the battle for the leader?"

"No, I just saw that Huo Jiaozhu is very skilled, so I couldn't help but want to ask for advice." Well, it turned out that my hands were itchy.

Yin Xu was worried that he didn't have an opponent to fight against. I heard that this old bald donkey hadn't fought for many years, so he didn't know how advanced his martial arts were.

"So... I like it very much." Yin Xu arched his hands at him and made a "please" gesture.

The peak battle between the two masters caused the audience to hold their breath and stare at the high stage intently.

"Guess who will win?"

"Master Abbot should have a better chance of winning. After all, he has been famous for a long time, and Shaolin's martial arts is also ranked first in Jianghu."

"I think it is also a number of five or five. Huo Jiaozhu is so vigorous that he may really set a shocking record."

Yin Xu suddenly asked before the other party made a move: "Since it is to ask for advice, it must be a bit of a compliment, what do you think?"

"Amitabha, what Hierarch Huo is talking about, what does Hierarch Huo want to bet?"

Yin Xu has a natural resistance to monks. Buddhist cultivation has always been the nemesis of demonic cultivation, and Buddhist and Taoist exercises are even more so. In another world, these natural laws will probably not change.

"I don't know how many disciples the master brought here this time?"

"The number of one hundred is just to bring them to see the world."

Yin Xu was a little disappointed, "It's only a hundred, if you lose, how about borrowing these 100 people from me?"

"How to use?"

"You know there's war at sea, right?" Yin Xu withdrew his moves, folded his arms and said, "I heard that those sea bandits are inhumane, they go ashore every year to burn, kill and loot, and they kill countless people. They are much more cruel than the Demon Sect. Fighting against a group of disgusting things, I am a son after all, so I have to be filial, right?"

Master Abbot nodded because he didn't understand, and praised Huo Zhengquan: "Marshal Huo is loyal and righteous, and it is the blessing of the people of Daliang!"

"If you lose, take people to the sea for a while, and do your filial piety for the leader."

The abbot master understood, and couldn't help but praised again: "I didn't expect that Master Huo still has a heart of worrying about the country and the people. I am ashamed. No matter whether I lose or win today, I will lead my disciples to help, and I will not waste the people. The sesame oil money we donate to Shaolin every year."

Yin Xu was satisfied. Sure enough, this group of bald donkeys was the most innocent. Although he hated the monk, it was because of his position. The other party's character was still trustworthy.

"Okay, let's start the fight, let the leader experience Shaolin's peerless martial arts." Yin Xu snapped his fingers, and a wave of devilish energy emanated from his dantian, forming a protective cover around his body.

The abbot of Shaolin slapped a palm, and the palm wind carried golden light, dispelling part of the devilish energy.

"It's the palm of the Tathagata!"

Yin Xu avoided the sharp edge and did not take the palm forcefully. He turned around and walked around the opponent's back. At the same time, he separated several phantoms and attacked the Shaolin abbot at the same time.

"What kind of exercise is this? Is it a clone technique? It seems that I have only heard of it in rumors."

"It doesn't look like it, it should be just a phantom." As soon as the person finished speaking, several explosions burst out from the high platform, coming from different directions.

"Impossible! Every clone is real!"

The abbot of Shaolin escaped in embarrassment, so he no longer hides his clumsiness, and starts to amplify his moves. The dazzling moves change at an extremely fast speed, and even the spectators can't take their eyes off them.

To the surprise of the onlookers, not only did the boy not lose the wind, but he was able to counterattack one by one, but the sharp-eyed people saw that the boy suffered a lot of injuries.

Yin Xu was also quite speechless, this Buddha's cultivation technique was born to restrain him, if he didn't avoid it, it would hurt his body, if it wasn't for the other party's incompetence in Dharma, he would be wiped out quickly.

But after all, he is just an old monk in the world of mortals. He is not as good as in the world of cultivation in terms of skills and Buddha's mind. It is still a little bit short to win against him.

This battle lasted for a full half a day, with the scorching sun in the sky, all the martial artists onlookers were sweating profusely, they were so excited to watch, they wished to memorize these moves by heart and go back to study them.

Of course, this is impossible, the speed of these two people is dazzling, only a small number of people can see clearly, and the low-level disciples can only see clusters of shadows, and they cannot see clearly at all.

Just when everyone was thinking about whether to go to the toilet for a drink of water first, during the intermission, they heard a sentence from the high platform: "Amitabha, I admit defeat!"

"What... Master Abbot lost?"

"I didn't see it clearly..." Some disciples were crying, feeling that they were really frustrated.

"Admit...cough cough..." Yin Xu removed the devilish energy around him, revealing his wounded body, and grinned at Abbot Shaolin with a grin.

"Master Huo's heart is tenacious, I am ashamed of myself!"

Yin Xu knew that the old man was talking about his desperate style of play, and would rather fight back if he lost [-] points. Obviously, he could avoid it many times.

"Congratulations!" Yin Xu swallowed a homemade wound medicine, and scanned the audience, "Go on, where did you hit just now?"

"..." The crowd was silent, and still fighting after this?

Moreover, this young man even defeated the abbot of Shaolin, who else in the world would be his opponent?