Linghu Qiu was obviously not on good terms with Lin Tianyang. As soon as he saw Lin Tianyang, Linghu Qiu's face immediately darkened, and he no longer tried to be polite. He glared fiercely at Yan Yu'er, who was next to him, and said to Lin Tianyang, "I am just an idle person. How dare I try to claim connections with Commander Lin? When this old man's eldest daughter got married, I didn't see Commander Lin send any congratulatory gifts. Why is Commander Lin so concerned about this old man's good-for-nothing second daughter? "
Lin Tianyang smiled coldly and did not respond. Instead, he said, "Why? Can't I come to the Little Mirror Mountain Forest? Don't forget that this place used to be under the jurisdiction of the Iron Fist Club. Without the approval of the Iron Fist Club, do you think you, Shujian Zhuang, could have stayed on this mountain for so many years? "
Linghu Qiu was about to lose his temper when Lin Tianyang brought up an old grudge, but Gao Siyan waved his hand and said, "Everyone here is a guest. Uncle Linghu, please don't be rude. Commander Lin, please come up and sit down before we talk."
Hearing Gao Siyan say this, Lin Tianyang immediately seized the opportunity and laughed, saying: "Third Young Master is still the most courteous, unlike some old farts."
After saying that, Lin Tianyang tapped his foot and leaped onto the platform, which was several meters high. However, before he could take a seat, he said with a faint smile, "I see that most of the participants in this martial arts contest are just here to make up the numbers. Although Sect Leader Linghu is eager to find a spouse, you shouldn't be so desperate, right?"
As he spoke, Lin Tianyang turned to the crowd below the stage and said, "Yuan Chen, although your strength is considered to be at the bottom of the pack, I believe that you should be able to handle these small fries. Since that's the case, you should go up and properly examine Sect Leader Linghu. Do not let any random person become Sect Leader Linghu's son-in-law."
"Yes, Master."
A short and sturdy little fatty dressed in brown clothes immediately stepped out of the crowd. After bowing to Lin Tianyang, he ignored the reactions of the others and turned around to stride toward the arena.
The commotion was clearly seen by everyone present. The two people who were fighting on the stage also stopped. When they saw the little fatty jumping onto the stage, their expressions immediately changed. One of them could not help but cup his fists and say, "Brother, we haven't decided the victor between us yet …"
Little Fatty could not bear to listen to this person speak and waved it off. "Cut the crap. Both of you come at me together!"
The two men were taken aback, but Little Fatty ignored them. With a tap of his foot, he sprinted toward them. Before he even reached them, both of his palms slapped toward them. As the wind from his palms whistled, four or five palm shadows appeared from each of his palms.
"This person has some skill."
Xia He's eyes narrowed, obviously treating Little Fatty as a formidable opponent. Wang Yan could not help but nod and say, "Perhaps we'll have to make our move soon."
Before he could finish his words, two muffled bangs came from the stage. Two figures flew out like rags. Little Fatty, on the other hand, sneered and leaped forward. Without waiting for the two men to land on the stage, Little Fatty leaped into the air and kicked out with his right leg.
Crack crack.
This little fatty's attacks were truly ruthless. The two of them had clearly been defeated, but he was unwilling to let them go. He used a kick technique and kicked the two of them on their tailbones. When the two of them landed on the ground, they lay on the ground like dead dogs. They could only breathe out, but not in.
"Those who are not afraid of death, come up here!"
Little Fatty landed on the stage with his hands behind his back. He looked around the arena in an extremely domineering manner and said, "My Master said that you are trash, but he really overestimated you. You are a bunch of trash! I, Gao Yuanchen, am standing here. Who dares to challenge me?! "
Little Fatty Gao Yuanchen could be said to be extremely insolent, but for a moment, no one dared to challenge him. Perhaps there were people below the stage who were not inferior to Gao Yuanchen, but Gao Yuanchen was clearly just the first cannon fodder. Not to mention the others, there were still two young disciples that Lin Tianyang had brought. If they were to challenge him now, no one had the confidence to win another two matches.
Such a scene caused Linghu Qiu's expression to turn extremely ugly. This old man was usually very slick, but for some reason, he was not the least bit shrewd in front of Lin Tianyang. He clearly knew that Gao Yuanchen was just the cannon fodder, but he still could not calm down. He could not help but cast his gaze towards Wang Yan who was not far away.
By now, Wang Yan's five senses were quite sharp, and he quickly sensed Linghu Qiu's gaze. However, Wang Yan was unmoved. Instead, he pointed at the long sword in his hand that was riddled with scars. Then, he calmly stood there, unperturbed.
Of course, Linghu Qiu understood Wang Yan's meaning. However, the wily old fox was not willing to give in. From his bosom, he fished out a long white bottle with a thin neck and a palm-sized redwood box. In a clear voice, he said, "The Thousand Year Stone Bell Milk and the Elemental Rest Grass are here. So long as the winner of this martial arts competition is decided by today, this old man will immediately offer these two items to you."
As the saying goes, when there is a great reward, there will always be a brave man. After being provoked by Linghu Qiu, a tall and burly man immediately leaped onto the stage and said to Gao Yuanchen, "I would like to experience your great skills!"
Wang Yan was not familiar with these participants of the martial arts competition, but Xia He was already familiar with them. He immediately said to Wang Yan, "This person is called 'Tian Bu Gui'. He is from the Weiyuan Escort Agency in Hengshui City, and can be considered to be related to the Cold Moon Sect. This person is skilled in leg techniques, and his qinggong is not weak either. However, I did not expect him to be so impatient."
"He might not necessarily be impatient."
Wang Yan shook his head and said, "Gao Yuanchen is just the cannon fodder. But it can be imagined that those who come later will only become stronger and stronger. If he makes a move now, he might be able to win three rounds in a row. But if he continues to wait, the difficulty will only increase."
When Xia He heard this, he suddenly understood. He nodded and said, "That is indeed the case. It looks like I will have to make my move soon. If the people who come to disturb me are all monsters like you, it will be difficult for me to obtain three consecutive formations."
While the two were talking, Gao Yuanchen and Tian Bu Gui had already exchanged more than ten rounds. Although Gao Yuanchen was arrogant and domineering, his strength was not as good as his mouth. After more than ten rounds, he only gained a slight upper hand. However, Tian Bu Gui did not show any signs of losing, so it was difficult to determine the outcome of the battle.
Seeing this situation, on the stage, Linghu Qiu's expression softened a lot. He said to Lin Tian Yang, "Commander Lin, this disciple of yours does not seem to be much stronger than the trash that he said. In that case, he is also a trash?"
Hearing Linghu Qiu's sarcastic words, Lin Tian Yang was not angry. He smiled faintly and said, "Gao Yuanchen is only a disciple of a mutant that I have accepted. These mutants think that they are immortal, so they don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. It is good to let them see the true power of a real person and learn a lesson."
Mutant? Immortal and indestructible?!
Wang Yan was not far from the stage, and Lin Tian Yang did not deliberately avoid the topic, so when he heard these words, he immediately understood that Lin Tian Yang was talking about the special existence of the 'players'. The other people on the stage did not reveal any strange expressions. He immediately knew that these 'high-level NPCs' in the eyes of the players had a common understanding of the special existence of the 'players'. They were not unfamiliar with the players, and they were not afraid or curious about the immortal and indestructible characteristics of the players. So what was their common understanding?
Thinking of this, Wang Yan no longer had the heart to pay attention to the situation on the stage. He was wholeheartedly pondering whether he could find out more detailed information about the 'mutants' from Hen Tiandao. Although Xia He saw that Wang Yan's expression was strange, he did not think too much about it. Very soon, all his attention was attracted by the confrontation on the stage.
In the end, Gao Yuanchen's skill was a notch higher, and he knocked Tian Bugui off the stage with one palm strike. However, he was not in a good state either. Tian Bugui kicked him in the ribs, and blood continuously flowed from his mouth. It was obvious that he had suffered an internal injury. Seeing this, Tian Bugui had just landed on the arena when another person below the arena flew up and attacked Gao Yuanchen without saying a word.
Gao Yuanchen barely managed to hold on for more than ten rounds before he was struck in the face by a saber and was hacked to death on the spot. Seeing this, Lin Tian Yang did not mind. He only said indifferently, "Finally, some decent people have come. However, I'm afraid that such people will not be able to enter the eyes of Sect Leader Linghu."
As he spoke, Lin Tian Yang turned to a disciple standing behind him and said, "Yuan Feng, although your junior brother is a mutant, he was so useless on the stage. He has lost the face of our Iron Fist Club for no reason. As a senior brother, you should know what to do, right?"
"Your disciple understands."
The disciple immediately bowed and leaped off the high platform after he finished speaking. However, before he could leap onto the stage, another group of four or five people swiftly approached from the mountain path.
"Haha, I didn't expect Commander Lin to have already arrived. The Young Master Three and Brother Jin are also here. Now, all three of us have arrived."
The leader of this group was a bald man with a scar on his face. He looked to be around fifty years old, and Lin Ghu did not seem to have any grudges with this person. Seeing that this person had arrived, Lin Ghu immediately stood up to welcome him, saying, "I didn't expect Hallmaster Wei to personally come. This old man has failed to welcome you."
The bald man with a scar on his face and Lin Ghu exchanged some pleasantries before he ascended the high platform. After greeting everyone on the high platform, he turned to the disciple behind him and said, "We cannot let Commander Lin enjoy all the glory. Lao San, help Brother Linghu check on him."
Hearing this, a disciple behind the bald man with a scar on his face immediately leaped out and flew towards the stage.
While the people on the high platform were talking, Xia He was also introducing the identity of this person to Wang Yan.
"Wei Jinchuan, the hallmaster of the Ghost Hand Sect's Soul Seizing Hall. His strength is not below Lin Tianyang's. His arrival means that the three major forces of Hengshui City are all here."
The Cold Moon Sect, the Iron Fist Club, and the Ghost Hand Sect were the three major forces in Hengshui City. Although the Ghost Hand Sect was the weakest, it was only slightly weaker than the Cold Moon Sect and the Iron Fist Club. There were also Clasping Yuan Stage experts in the sect, and their strength could not be underestimated.
In fact, among the 19 major cities in the north, except for the 13 cities controlled by the three major sects, the Nether Luo Sect, the Gui Yuan Sect, and the Shenxiu Peak, the other major cities were like Hengshui City, where several second and third-rate sects formed a force to jointly control a city. However, these sects would privately fight for the position of the city lord. For many years, Hengshui City had maintained this situation of both unity and competition.
This time, the Iron Fist Club and the Ghost Hand Sect wanted to use the matter of the Shujian Zhuang to secretly wrestle with the Cold Moon Sect. This was not a big deal, but the Iron Fist Club and the Ghost Hand Sect had overlooked one thing. They were not the only helpers that Yan Yu 'er had found. As for what Lin Tianyang and Wei Jinchuan secretly had in mind, no one knew.
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