He is as tall as an iron tower, his eyebrows are high and majestic, and his handsome face is very determined.
A pair of deep eyes swept over him, capturing the attention in his eyes and making people couldn't help but lower their heads. Everyone seemed to feel guilty and did not dare to look at him.
That green shirt was like a magnet, firmly attracting everyone to look at him.
He is Li Zhige, the divine fist Li Zhige.
What a handsome man!
At this moment, many people's hearts beat faster, their energy and blood are agitated, and they can't help themselves with excitement.
No matter how popular the world is about Li Zhige's magical fist, being famous is not as good as meeting him. Only when you have seen the Divine Fist Li Zhige with your own eyes can you know what it means to be a heroic man who stands upright against heaven and earth!
When Li Zhige stepped onto the ring, the entire Demon Suppression Hall was silent.
Take a look at the banner hanging on the pillar of the arena. The banner has the words "Demon Suppression Conference West" written on it.
Ignoring the banner, Li Zhige looked at Yang Qingqing, bent his spine that could hold up the sky, and said seriously, "Miss Qingqing, your profound friendship will always be in my heart. Li Zhige will always remember the same sentence. If Miss Qingqing is asked to do anything in the future, Li Zhige will never frown even when he goes up the mountain of swords and into the sea of fire."
A smile appeared on Yang Qingqing's pale and bloodless face. With her smile, the flowers on the river bank withered in shame.
Li Zhige raised his waist, turned to look at Yin Tianzheng, and said with a serious expression, "Senior Yin, Li Zhige accepted the favor from the Tianying Sect today."
A relieved smile appeared on Yin Tianzheng's face.
Worth it!
As long as this young man is willing to accept Tianying's teaching as a favor, then it will not be in vain for him to spend so much effort to mobilize the followers to come and help him.
Finally, Li Zhige looked at Ma Wei, who was dozens of feet away from the ring, and asked, "Chief of the Ma Gang, is this venue for the Demon Suppression Conference built by the Haisha Sect?"
Ma Wei was so excited that his whole body was trembling, his blood was boiling, and he quickly replied, "Yes, it was built by Chief Yuan of the Haisha Sect himself and his disciples."
Li Zhige nodded lightly and said calmly, "After today, the people of the Haisha Sect will disappear in Jiangnan. The property left by the Haisha Sect in Jiangnan will belong to your Giant Whale Gang."
Under the ring, in the crowd, Yuan Cai's whole body was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Everyone stared blankly at the tall young man. Some of them were full of energy and blood, and their faces were full of excitement. They felt that the great hero was like the divine fist Li Zhige.
Some people are shocked and filled with emotion, lamenting that talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years. They had a premonition that a new martial arts myth was about to be born.
Some people were gritting their teeth and looking at the tall young man with despair in their eyes.
Wu Lie took Wu Qingying and hid in the crowd. He was palpitating, secretly afraid, and at the same time a little happy. Fortunately, I was sober at the time and did not become enemies with this divine fist Li Zhige.
In the distance on the river, Zhao Min stood on the bow of the boat, her eyes gloomy and her pretty face solemn.
The Central Plains is full of outstanding people and there are many heroes.
She had to admit that Divine Fist Li Zhige was the most amazing man she had ever seen, but such a young hero was not used by their court!
Every move attracted thousands of eyes. Li Zhige looked at the two divine monks Kongwen and Kongzhi, and then at the dark crowd.
Ignoring the ugly expressions on the two old monks' faces, he said calmly, "Li has a clear grudge. Today, in the presence of the heroes of the world, Li will speak clearly."
"When Mai Qiong, the former leader of the Giant Whale Gang, promised to dig up his master's grave, should Li Zhige, as a disciple, kill Mai Qiong?"
Kong Wen and Kong Zhi did not answer. The dark crowd surged like a wave, and their voices became louder and louder. They replied to Li Zhige, "Yes!"
"Monk Yuan Lin relied on the strength of the golden bell to save Mai Qiong. He made an agreement with Li that he was willing to take eight punches from Li. If he survived eight punches from Li, Li would spare Mai Qiong's life. If he couldn't bear it, I can’t blame Li for eight punches from Li. Monk Yuan Lin didn’t survive Li’s eight punches and died from Li’s punches. Do I blame Li for that?”
"Don't complain!"
"My master Guo Qianshan, my senior sister Guo Yingzhao, my senior brother Guo Yingzhao and others passed by Emei. Just because they praised Mingjiao for their anti-Yuan righteousness, they died tragically under the sword of Yitian Sword. Li Zhige killed Lao Ni Jue and took it away. Is it appropriate to take her head with the Yitian Sword and pay a memorial ceremony at the family master’s grave?”
"should!"
"should!"
"Clan Leader Li, you did nothing wrong! As a disciple, it is only right to avenge your master. Old nun Jue is cruel, and the Yitian Sword accidentally injured many righteous men in the world in her hands. Clan Leader Li killed old nun Jue, which is true. A first-class hero, a great hero!”
"I am Yang Xiong, the leader of the White Horse Gang. Back then, my father also praised a few people from the Ming Cult, and then he asked Old Ni Jue to kill him brutally! It would be an eye-opener for such a vicious person like Old Ni Jue to die in the hands of Master Li!"
"I am Deng Yu, the master of the Iron Sword Sect. My master also died under the Yitian Sword of the old nun Mie Mie, just because my master said something bad about Emei. Sect Master Li, you did nothing wrong. You killed the old nun Mie Mie, I Everyone in the Iron Sword Sect clapped their hands and applauded. On behalf of the twenty-three disciples of the Iron Sword Sect, Deng Yu would like to thank you for your great kindness!"
"On behalf of the entire White Horse Gang, Yang Xiong would like to thank Sect Leader Li for his great kindness!"
The dark crowd was agitated, and two men walked out of the crowd and bowed respectfully to Li Zhige. They all had a sworn hatred for the old Ni, but they were unable to take revenge. Now they came out to express their gratitude to Li Zhige.
In the crowd, Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face was pale and bloodless, and her body was swaying and about to fall.
Jingxuan, Jingjia, Bei Jinyi, Zhao Lingzhu and other Emei disciples' eyes were bloodshot and ferocious. They gritted their teeth and pressed their swords, trembling with anger.
Ding Minjun calmly squeezed in among the senior sisters, shrank his neck, and reduced his presence.
Li Zhige ignored the reaction of the crowd. He turned to look at Kong Wen, Kong Zhi, and the 108 monks of Luohan Hall, and said in a cold voice, "Dear Shaolin monks, you say that Mr. Li's methods are cruel and his actions are cruel. You guys He kept reprimanding Li for being too murderous, committing too much crimes, and falling into the devil's path."
"You have come all the way to Qiantang to hold a demon-suppression meeting to suppress Li. Today, in the presence of the heroes of the world, Li wants to ask you whether your Shaolin is for the Heavenly Sword or for the Nine Yang Manual on Li. Or is it asking for justice for Emei?”
"Dear monks and heroes from all over the world, please tell Li, is it Li Zhige who has fallen into the devil's path, or you, Shaolin, has fallen into the devil's path?"
boom!
Li Zhige's voice was like thunder exploding in the suburbs of Qiantang, and also in the hearts of everyone.
Abbot Kongwen swayed, his face turned pale, and there was a hint of cruelty in his eyes.
Monk Kongzhi looked worried and sighed, regretting his decision to support the abbot's brother.
Some of the one hundred and eight Arhat Hall disciples had doubts on their faces, while some had anger in their eyes, and the entire Arhat Formation came to a standstill.
Song Yuanqiao sat under the ring, looking at the tall figure on the ring that seemed to hold up the sky, and whispered softly, "No matter whether Shaolin can suppress Li Zhige this time, Shaolin has lost!"
Yu Lianzhou nodded and said sarcastically, "All the heroes in the world are here. After today, no matter what the result is, Shaolin's reputation will be affected."
