At the end of the competition, the result has been settled, and the winner is Zhong Qiyu.
Zhong Qiyu stood on the ring dressed in white, with a graceful appearance that made the eyes of all the female heroes shine.
All the elders of the martial arts world cast their pleased eyes on him.
Yes, yes, he was like a father.
They looked at each other and were about to stand up and announce the birth of the leader of the martial arts world.
But at this moment, a warm laughter suddenly came.
All over the place.
The already darkened sky was filled with coolness, the wind was blowing, and the nameless fragrance was floating around, making people feel more and more uneasy, and then a group of men in black suddenly surrounded the arena.
To accommodate so many people in the arena, one can imagine how big this arena is, but just such a group of men in black completely surrounded the arena.
They held sharp swords in their hands, and there was a cold light shining on them.
Even those who were standing in the trees were forced down.
The martial arts elders sitting above the stage felt bad.
They were about to stand up and scold the people of unknown origin as they circulated their true energy.
However, the instant their true energy was being circulated, it was blocked, and a fishy-sweet smell came out.
Blood poured from their chests into their throats, causing them to let out a muffled sound of pain.
They sat on the chairs with trembling hands, unable to use all their internal strength.
Horror flashed in their eyes, and then a respected leader sternly scolded: "Whoever is pretending to be a ghost, stand up quickly."
A young man in white waving a folding fan just responded to the scolding.
He waved the folding fan, smiled and pushed aside the crowd, and walked in.
"This is not some pretense.
If you are not careful, you will all die."
There is a picture of a beauty painted on the folding fan of the young man in white.
This beauty is graceful and graceful, and her eyes are glistening, which makes people unforgettable.
The folding fan fell into the hands of the young man in white, giving him a bit of a romantic temperament.
However, this romantic temperament was very inconsistent with this simple arena, including the temperament of the young man in white, and also with this group of Jianghu people.
He was completely unworthy, but when he walked to the middle of the ring and said these words, others just took it for granted.
Chang Li stood on the tree and watched this scene coldly.
The other people standing on the tree were all driven out, but he still maintained his original posture.
This was of course a signal from the young man in white, and this young man in white was The person who was kicked out of the tree by Changli.
Compared to Zhong Qiyu's dashing demeanor, the gentle and harmless temperament of this young man in white makes people feel at ease at first sight.
Of course, with his current impudent attitude, no one will look down upon him.
He smiled and said: "Do you feel like you can't use your inner strength anymore?"
This sentence was like a ground-breaking sentence, instantly breaking through the defenses of all the people in the world.
They were horrified to use their internal powers, only to find that the truth was exactly as the white-clothed young man said, and their internal powers were all blocked.
Now, all they can use are ordinary martial arts moves, and comparing those martial arts moves with those of the men in black is obviously not enough.
Those men in black look like well-trained death warriors.
Moreover, they feel My hands and feet are weakening bit by bit.
Not only my internal strength, but also my martial arts moves may no longer be able to be used.
The white-clothed young man looked around at the crowd, then paused for a moment at Chang Li, then took back the fan in his hand as if nothing had happened, and tapped his palms: "It's so lively here, even I can't help but come forward.
Let me give you a try, I heard that you are selecting the leader of the martial arts alliance, have you chosen the leader of the martial arts alliance?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Zhong Qiyu, who was barely holding on, in surprise, and then said hesitantly: "Even the leader of the martial arts alliance fell down, so why should such a leader of the martial arts alliance come, why not just let me come?"
Become the leader of this alliance and see if it works."
This suggestion immediately caused an uproar among the crowd, and the leader of the martial arts community immediately scolded: "ridiculous" The young man in white was not annoyed.
He still looked at everyone with a smile, but the words he said were not very polite: "Absurd, what do you think is not ridiculous?
Should I just kill you?"
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Before he could appreciate the horrified expressions on everyone's faces, the young man in white shook his head first: "Forget it, there's no need to be so bloody.
It makes the blood flow like a river.
It's so ugly."
He shook the folding fan in disgust, then looked at Changli: "You're right?"
Chang Li fell from the tree lightly and arrived on the ring in an instant, saying to the young man in white: "That's not right."
The young man in white choked, then shook his head helplessly: In your eyes, is there anything right?"
He obviously knew that Changli had rejected others several times, which also proved how dense his intelligence network was.
Chang Li said coldly: "Do you still need other people's approval before you do what you have decided?"
The young man in white paused after hearing this, and then nodded in approval.
Indeed, he would never give up on what he wanted to do because of other people's words.
He sighed with regret and said: "It seems that I don't have the chance to become the leader of the martial arts alliance.
That's such a pity.
What I can't get, others generally can't even dream of getting.
Then How can I kill you all now?
If there is no martial arts conference, there will be no martial arts leader."
The bloody and cruel words came out of his mouth lightly, without any effort, but they made people feel cold all over.
His eyes full of teasing swept across the crowd of heroes, then turned to Chang Li and winked: "Are you right, my cousin?"
Cousin, such a close title means that the white-clothed young man in front of me is also a remnant of the previous dynasty, and he is a remnant of the previous dynasty whose bloodline is better than that of Changli.
Otherwise, those old officials would not directly communicate with this person.
Song of Songs, and prepared to put away the long separation.
Chang Li didn't get angry, he said calmly: "Not everyone is qualified to be my cousin."
The young man in white looked as if he suddenly understood, and then he looked at Chang Li with a hint of approval: "You are right, not everyone deserves to be called cousin."
The conversation between these two people was incomprehensible, but in the ears of some interested people, it was extremely clear.
A group of dead soldiers suddenly appeared, the handsome young man in white, and the mysterious announcement of the treasure of the previous dynasty made the situation boiling.
The martial arts conference, if you think about it carefully, it is really a huge trap.
And the young man in white who laid out the seemingly crude and rigorous trap and executed it in a watertight manner must have reached a terrifying level of mind.
While they were thinking about the deep meaning of their words, they were condensing their true energy, trying to break through the restraints, but the poison they were exposed to was indeed quite powerful.
The more they concentrated their true energy, the weaker their bodies became.
But Chang Li could tell at a glance that what really caused them to be poisoned was not the food at the conference, nor the common utensils, but the trees, which were scattered outside Weiyuan City
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