Martial Arts Master - Chapter 686

[Chapter 43 The Grandmaster’s Feast]

October 29th, Friday, 7:00 pm, the banquet hall of the Jiuqu City Martial Arts Association.

The round tables were arranged in an orderly manner, surrounded by six chairs, and the red carpet stretched from the door to the frontmost “stage”, dividing the hall into two.

Lou Cheng and other powerhouses walked in slowly along the long carpet amid the constantly lit flashing lights and the dense sound of clicking.

Outside the gate, there are many security personnel, preventing the onlookers who are in high spirits from getting closer.

With so many gangsters gathered, the security problem is actually trivial. Unless a nuclear bomb is fired, no one will be foolish enough to attack this place, but there is always someone to maintain order and guard against those who fish in troubled waters.

As soon as he left the media’s focus, Lou Cheng, who was following behind Ning Zitong, saw Peng Leyun in blue.

He was wearing a combination of Taoist robes and training clothes, and he was relatively relaxed, as if he was in every corner of the hall.

“It’s very early.” Lou Cheng greeted with a smile.

He looked around for a while, but he had never found other strong men of Shangqing Zong around Peng Leyun, including but not limited to “Wu Sheng” Qian Donglou.

Peng Leyun’s eyes gradually became clear, and he smiled peacefully:

“It’s you who came late.”

After speaking, he called out “Senior Luo Hou”.

Ning Zitong nodded lightly and asked dignifiedly and gracefully:

“Wu Sheng doesn’t want to go out again?”

“Uncle Qian is like this, he doesn’t like social occasions.” Peng Leyun replied in a guise for His Holiness.

As we all know, “Wu Sheng” Qian Donglou is an outstanding person who has appeared once in a thousand years, but he is lazy, can sit without standing, can lie down or not, and has no interest in similar banquet occasions, and is not interested in other people. The greetings and entertainment are troublesome, so they are often absent.

“What about the others?” Lou Cheng asked curiously.

Peng Leyun once again lost his eyes, wondering what the problem was. After waiting patiently from his friend, he finally said with a wry smile:

“They haven’t arrived yet…”

Immediately afterward, he explained: “My uncle, the master, hates flying. He came by high-speed rail. Wasn’t there a continuous heavy rain a few days ago? Many flights were cancelled or delayed, and he didn’t set off until today. Uncle Yunyan and Senior Brother Minghe accompanied him, and now I am the only representative of the Shangqing Sect…”

Lou Cheng almost laughed out loud, because Ning Zitong and Long Zhen were right next to them, and they didn’t chat with Peng Leyun much. They looked for the nameplate on the banquet table and walked forward.

Just after walking about ten steps, Ning Zitong lowered his voice and said with a smile:

“Do you know why Yun Yan and Ming He have to accompany Wuguang Daoist?”

A thought flashed in Lou Cheng’s mind, shouldn’t this be the elderly version of Ren Li?

“I can’t let the head of a faction take the high-speed train alone, right?” he guessed hesitantly.

“Then you can leave it to the people from the Shangqing Zong Foreign Affairs Office.” Ning Zitong sneered, “Wuguang Taoist people are not only afraid of flying, they think it is a floating iron coffin. A head with a very weak sense of existence, once, until the end of the Shangqing Zong Festival, no one found that the head had never appeared.”

“With Yunyan and Minghe following, the organizing committee can at least remember that some fighters have yet to arrive.”

This can be said to be very characteristic… Lou Cheng secretly complained, and looking at it, he finally found a table card with his own name written on it.

As he was about to get closer, another acquaintance appeared in his pupils. Ren Li, with her black hair straight and her eyes wide open that only seemed to be found in comics, passed by with a woman in a white dress.

The woman did not apply any makeup, her face was facing the sky, and she had bangs that half covered her eyebrows. She was beautiful and refined. At first glance, she looked like she was only twenty-three or four years old. Flavor overflows.

As a loyal fan of top professional competitions and title battles, without anyone else’s introduction, Lou Chengcheng recognized who she was, the first-rank powerhouse of Kongtong Academy, Ren Li’s master, and “Yaori Sword” Qi Ling.

From her appearance and dress, it is really difficult to see that she belongs to a generation with her own master and “Queen of Mind” Fei Dan.

The exact age was under her strong request, and all kinds of information were unknown, but she must be in her fifties.

She has been in the professional competition for 20 or 30 years, and she has always lost her chance to win the title.

It is said that in the years when “Queen Luo” debuted, because of the same beautiful appearance and the same high strength, she was always compared with her and was called “Little Qiling”, which caused a period of grievances, which lasted for a long time. For a period of time, she was the bitter master of “Queen Luo”.

Seeing Ning Zitong, Qi Ling smiled lightly:

“This dress of yours is really interesting. It’s colorful and it’s gorgeous.”

“Where, what can be compared to Senior Qi’s clear water hibiscus, not stained with any dust, even the most ordinary dress can amaze the audience.” Ning Zitong smiled sweetly, “It’s just that as a former ‘Grandmaster’, wait a minute. You have to go to the stage to draw lots, and you have to be more formal.”

She accentuated her tone on “Former Grandmaster” – she had two titles, one “King” and one “Grandmaster”, but they were both held by Dragon King and Martial Saint Shining before the contemporary era.

Qi Ling’s expression froze for a moment, and then nodded with a graceful smile:

“Then I won’t delay you.”

After she finished speaking, she led Ren Li to the side. During the whole process, the latter kept quiet ladylike and didn’t say a word.

After a few steps, Ren Li lowered her voice and asked:

“Master, who was that person just now?”

“Ning Zitong of Dragon and Tiger.” Qi Ling replied in a flat tone.

Ren Li suddenly realized:

“I just said that the person next to her looks a lot like Lou Cheng, so it’s really him!”

She hadn’t seen each other for nearly three months. As a competent face-blind person, she was already unfamiliar with Lou Cheng’s appearance.

On the other side, until he sat at the dining table, Lou Cheng vaguely tasted the cynicism in the conversation between “Queen Luo” and Qi Ling just now.

They sneered at each other and looked like a witch, and the “Queen Luo” completed the fatal blow with the title.

Khan, this conversation made it like a monk playing a fighter…

Taking back his thoughts and looking around, Lou Cheng saw a number of strong men who he had only seen on TV before. Some of them had been around for more than ten or twenty years, and some had just broken through a few years, and they were rapidly rising, but their names all changed. I am familiar with myself, and as for the faces, some of them even appeared on the posters I posted in the bedroom.

At this moment, a man who was over 1.9 meters in height came in. He was wearing a close-fitting martial arts uniform. The color was light white with some dark red. It was woven with special materials. Sharp lines.

His temples were combed up, and his black hair was tied in a bun that was common in ancient warriors. The outline was rigid, and his facial features were not handsome, but he had a manly look that looked down on all directions. Dong Baxian, a forty-four-year-old martial artist from Ning Zitong’s generation.

Before the era of “absolute double pride”, he had won four titles, two kings, one grandmaster, and one super-quality, and was called “war king”. He was the highly anticipated powerhouse at that time. , met “Wu Sheng” and “Dragon King”, and in the next few years, when he was a freshman in Lou Cheng, he only got the title of Grandmaster.

However, he seems to have gradually adjusted his mentality and walked out of the shadows. In the past two years, he has made further progress and regained his brilliance. He has won two titles in a row, last year’s “Wu Sheng”, last month’s “Kirin”, There is a kind of aura that does not let “Dragon King” and “Wu Sheng” specialize in the former, becoming the “other” martial artist who has won the most titles in the era of peerless double pride.

Different from the unsmiling majesty of the “Dragon King”, Dong Ba smiled while staring at him. From time to time, he chatted and laughed with the powerful people around him. They were members of Yan Zhaotang. Lin Shuyao, known by Dong Baxian as a future leader, was just twenty-nine years old, second-rank Wang Que, and third-rank Hu Shubai, who had only been promoted for a year, but Wang Que was full of praise…

Looking back, Lou Cheng saw Li Hao, the chairman of the Jiuqu City Martial Daoist Association, on the half-height stage, ready to give a speech.

At this time, all the powerful outsiders who were coming arrived, and the door slowly closed, leaving only a few cooperative media.

After several guests spoke, Li Hao, who is also the head of the organizing committee, said with a smile:

“This year, there are five young friends who are newly promoted to Waigang. As a competition for the purpose of cultivating martial arts masters, I would like to select one of them to open the curtain of this competition…”

In the first half of the year, it was Gou Wen of the Xuanwu School, Mengliang of Shizhou Island, and in August of the second half of the year, Loucheng of the Ice God Sect, Peng Leyun of the Shangqing Sect, and Ren Li of Kongtong Academy broke through a few days apart. In the past ten years, it has been the year with the most fish jumping over the Dragon Gate.

This proposal was approved by all the applause. Li Hao asked the hostess to bring a large glass bottle with five small balls in it, each with a crack, hiding the paper ball with the name written on it.

Not one-third, one-fifth probability… The corner of Lou Cheng’s mouth twitched, and there was a kind of intuition that it should be my intuition. Come.

“Dragon Tiger Club, Lou Cheng.” Li Hao laughed.

Sure enough… Lou Cheng chuckled and shook his head.

“We have invited our former master, ‘Luo Empress’ Ning Zitong to pick Lou Cheng’s opponent for us.” Li Hao invited him with his hands spread out.

Ning Zitong stood up, Pingping Tingting came to the stage, and took out the crumpled paper from another box.

Unwinding, staring at him, the corners of Ning Zitong’s mouth slowly twitched, revealing a meaningful smile.

This made Lou Cheng tremble with fear, and felt that this sign was not very good.

After a few seconds, Ning Zitong spoke in a clear and pleasant voice:

“Wu Yue will…”

I’m rubbing it, evil fate… You won’t fight with my senior sister, will you?

Or “Joker”?

Lou Cheng’s heart skipped a beat.

In a loose sense, Wu Yue would be regarded as his own teacher…

Hearing these three words, there was also a commotion in the arena, and everyone outside Gang was full of interest.

Ning Zitong paused for two seconds and continued to announce:

“Xin Xiaoyue!”

Phew, fortunately… Lou Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a strong foreigner of the Hanchi faction of Wuyuehui, who only jumped over the Dragon Gate at the end of the previous year.

But she must not be underestimated. There is no one who can break through to the outer limit after the age of 30, and there are no more than five fingers in the present, and she is one of them!