The sky is slightly white and the sun has not yet come up.
The river flows eastward and rushes into the sea.
On the outskirts of Qiantang, a solid wood ring was set up in the center of the open field, with some chairs placed around the ring.
Directly above the arena, a banner was pulled with the words "Demon Suppression Conference" on it.
The dark crowd had arrived at the outskirts of Qiantang, gathering together and whispering, but no one dared to sit on the chairs arranged there.
Everyone knows that those chairs are prepared for famous heroes in the world, and they are not qualified to sit on those chairs.
It was crowded.
Although the chatter among the people in the arena was small, it was quite noisy when put together, a bit more noisy than a busy city.
The sky gradually becomes brighter and the sun rises.
Suddenly, the dark crowd of Jianghu people became excited and looked towards the city gate.
"Look, Master Kongwen and the eminent monks from Shaolin are coming out!"
"Those are Song Daxia, Yu Erxia, and Mo Qixia of the Wudang Sect!"
"Look, Mr. Tieqin and He Taichong are also here. He is here with the female hero."
"There are rumors in the world that the five elders of Kongtong are one body, but I didn't expect it to be true."
"Only two people from the Huashan faction came?"
"The heroines of Emei are so beautiful. Look at the leader, Miss Zhou. There are vague rumors in the world that she is the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world."
Amid the exclamations of all the Jianghu guests, all the important people from the six major Jianghu sects arrived.
Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple took the lead, while Monk Kongzhi was half a body behind. Behind Kong Wen and Kong Zhi were one hundred and eight young monks holding wooden sticks and wearing blue monk robes.
Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and Mo Shenggu carried long swords, followed by Song Qingshu, and walked beside the Shaolin people. They did not want to be half a step behind Abbot Kong Wen, lest Wudang's status would be inferior to that of Shaolin.
Behind the Shaolin and Wudang people are Mr. He Taichong and his wife Ban Shuxian of the Kunlun Sect, followed by the five elders of the Kongtong Sect.
Emei sent dozens of women and they walked to the very back. The leader is Zhou Zhiruo, who has a slender figure, a green skirt that touches the ground, and a long sword.
From the order in which the six major teams entered the field, we can clearly see their status in the world.
Originally Emei was the third famous sect after Wudang Shaolin, but after the death of Master Miejie, Emei could only be ranked at the bottom of the six major sects.
In addition to the six major sects, there are also Luoyang Golden Sword Sect, Chang'an Iron Sword Sect, Shanxi Wang Family, Zhuwu Lianzhuang, Haisha Sect and other slightly famous forces in the world.
It is worth mentioning that no one from the Mingjiao and Beggar Clan came.
Kong Wen and Kong Zhi walked to the center of the field, pulled up a chair and sat down. One hundred and eight young monks stood behind them holding wooden sticks, looking very imposing.
Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and Mo Shenggu sat down next to Kong Wen Kongzhi. Song Qingshu, who was standing behind him, turned his attention to Emei Lao's team.
Zhou Zhiruo sat aside, representing Emei, and behind her stood Jingxuan, Ding Minjun and other senior sisters. I don’t know when, Jingxuan, Ding Minjun and other Emei disciples regarded her as their backbone.
The people from the six major factions sat down one by one, followed by the other factions.
After Song Yuanqiao sat down, he turned to look at Abbot Kongwen aside and said with a smile, "Master Kongwen, the grudge between the Emei Sect and the Shenquan Sect seems to have nothing to do with your Shaolin, right?"
"But Shaolin is the master of martial arts. As long as it is a Jianghu matter, it is not a problem for the master to step in and take care of it."
Abbot Kongwen didn't take Song Yuanqiao's ridicule seriously. He stroked his gray beard and said with a smile, "It's not that Shaolin wants to meddle in other people's affairs. It's just that young man Li Zhige acted too harshly. For the sake of the stability of the martial arts, Shaolin has to take care of it."
Yu Lianzhou raised his brows and asked, "Master Kongwen, have you ever thought about what Shaolin will do if you can't take down this young man Li Zhige?"
Master Kongwen looked calm and compassionate, and said with a smile, "Shaolin cares about the righteousness of the martial arts and will not consider these issues. Emei seeks to go to Wudang, but you Wudang are indifferent. Do you think Wudang is not regarded as a member of the righteousness of the martial arts?" ?”
Song Yuanqiao also laughed and replied, "Master Kong Wen is joking. The Wudang Sect is naturally a part of the righteous path of martial arts. Li Zhige is very powerful in martial arts. We, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, are not our opponents and cannot interfere with this business. It is up to you, Shaolin, to come forward." Maintain the right path of martial arts.”
Song Yuanqiao bickered with Abbot Kongwen, but did not take advantage.
As far as intellectual debate is concerned, how many people in the world can argue better than Master Kongwen and other eminent Buddhist monks?
Zhou Zhiruo sat aside, listening to the conversation between Song Yuanqiao and Abbot Kong Wen. Her face was weak, there was a trace of hatred in her eyes, and her eyes no longer had the aura they once had.
Wudang refused to help them get justice in Emei, and Shaolin didn't have any good intentions either!
Mr. Tieqin, He Taichong, Kongtong Five Elders, Shenjizi Xianyutong, these people did not interrupt. The overt and covert battle between Wudang and Shaolin is no longer a day or two. They can just watch the show. You can’t compete with Wudang Shaolin for the status of Beidou in the martial arts world, right?
Seeing that everyone had almost arrived, Zhou Zhiruo looked at Abbot Kongwen and asked, "Master Kongwen, is it okay?"
Abbot Kongwen nodded.
Zhou Zhiruo stood up with her sword in hand and walked towards the ring in the center of the venue.
She has a slender figure, a green skirt that touches the floor, a touch of cinnabar between her eyebrows, and an even more beautiful face.
Seeing Zhou Zhiruo walking onto the ring, Song Qingshu could no longer take his eyes away.
Song Yuanqiao snorted coldly, but Song Qingshu still didn't respond.
Of course, Song Qingshu was not the only one like this. Countless young heroes lost their souls when they looked at Zhou Zhiruo, who was wearing a green skirt on the stage.
Looking across the dark crowd, Zhou Zhiruo's voice was clear and ethereal, repeating thousands of times, "Zhou Zhiruo of Emei has met the heroes of the world. Today, in the presence of the heroes of the world, Zhiruo will explain clearly the origin of this demon-suppressing conference."
"Three months ago, Divine Fist Sect Li Zhige only had Emei. Not counting the killing of his master at the Golden Summit of Emei, he also took the master's head and snatched the Emei Town Sect's Yitian Sword."
"It has been ninety-six years since Patriarch Guo Xiang established our sect in Emei. Over the past ninety-six years, the disciples of Emei have devoted themselves to expelling the Tartars, slaying demons, and upholding the righteousness of the martial arts world. Even if our master has many flaws, he is still a great master of the martial arts world. Li Zhi Ge killed his master, so Zhi Ruo didn't blame him, but by taking his master's head and taking away the Yitian Sword, he was bullying others too much, and he was bullying Emei too much."
"I hate that Li Zhige is so powerful in martial arts, but Zhiruo is incompetent. The Emei disciples are incompetent and are no match for him. So Zhiruo went to Shaolin and asked Master Kongwen to bring justice to Zhiruo. Today, we also invite heroes from all over the world to bring justice to Zhiruo and Emei. !”
As soon as Zhou Zhiruo finished speaking, the dark crowd rioted.
Many young heroes in the martial arts world looked at the fragile yet strong appearance of the beauty on the stage, and couldn't help but raise their voices and shout, "Li Zhige of the Divine Fist is too bullying! Miss Zhou, don't worry, we will definitely fight for you today." A fair one.”
Song Qingshu stood behind Song Yuanqiao and his two master uncles. Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's weak yet strong appearance, his heart almost broke. If his father and two junior uncles weren't still there, he would have wanted to rush to the ring and take Junior Sister Zhou into his arms to comfort her.
A large ship docked on the river in the distance.
On the big ship, Zhao Min was dressed in white, with a long gown and a folding fan, pretending to be a man.
Standing on the bow of the ship, Zhao Min looked at Zhou Zhiruo on the stage from a distance and said with a smile, "Zhou Zhiruo from the Emei Sect is worthy of being called the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. Look at her pitiful appearance. If I were a man, I would really want to kill her. Give her your heart and soul."
Zha Yadu glanced at Zhou Zhiruo on the ring, and then at Zhao Min who was blown by the river wind on the deck, scratched his head and said, "Although Zhou Zhiruo is beautiful, she is still two points behind you compared to Minmin."
Zhao Min looked back at Zayadu and rarely scolded him.
In terms of beauty, Zhao Min is confident that she is not inferior to Zhou Zhiruo, and Zha Yadu did not make a mistake in flattering her this time.
On the ring, Zhou Zhiruo stood aside after finishing speaking.
Abbot Kongwen stood up, walked steadily onto the ring, pressed his palms towards the shocked crowd, and said with compassion on his face, "Li Zhige killed Master Miejie, took away the head of Master Miejue, and also robbed the Emei Sect." The most precious treasure of the Zhen Sect is the Yitian Sword. Such actions are tantamount to evil heretics."
"Alchemist Zhou, please go to Shaolin. I, Shaolin, have been guarding the stability of the martial arts for thousands of years. Naturally, I cannot leave evil heretics like Li Zhige alone. Today, in front of the heroes of the world, I asked the heroes of the world to be witnesses. Shaolin vows to suppress Li Zhige and abolish the Remove his demonic powers and send him to Shaolin to face the wall for thirty years so that he can no longer bring trouble to the martial arts world."
When Kong heard the abbot finished speaking, the dark crowd applauded, while others frowned.
"Hahaha... Shaolin is holding a demon-suppressing conference in the land of Jiangnan. As a landlord, how can I, the Tianying Cult, be absent?"
"Master Kongwen, Yin Tianzheng came uninvited, please don't blame him."
Hearty laughter came from the river.
Everyone looked up and saw several large ships approaching from the river, with large flags hanging on them. The flags were fluttering in the wind, and the black eagles on the flags seemed to come to life.
Several large ships were filled with members of the Sky Eagle Sect, and those members of the Sky Eagle Sect held bows and crossbows in their hands.
Yin Tian, the white-browed eagle king, was standing on the bow of the ship, his loose robes fluttering in the river wind.
After the Sky Eagle taught several large ships, a giant whale ship followed.
Ma Wei stood on the bow of the boat, looking at Master Kongwen, Master Kongzhi and others from a distance. He felt a little panicked and whispered softly, "Master Li, I took a big risk this time. You must not lose. "
