Song Qingshu was stunned. How did Shi Potian become a disciple of Song Mountain?
Zuo Lenchan's lips curled into a proud smile as he watched the silly boy walk into the ring.
Zuo Leng Chan had always been ambitious. Now that the world was in chaos and heroes were rising up, he was naturally unwilling to be a Sect Leader. Therefore, on the one hand, he was thinking of ways to merge the Five Mountain Sword Sects, and on the other hand, he was recruiting soldiers and buying horses. He recruited many people who were regarded as heretics by the righteous sects, waiting for the right time to rise up.
It was a pity that he had worked so hard for so many years, but in the end, the dignified leader of the Five Mountain Sword Faction was defeated by a nobody, Song QingShu, on Mount Tai, and his prestige was swept to the ground. Fortunately, the heavens did not disappoint those who persevered. Later on, he met this young man, who was dull and simple, but had an incomparably powerful internal energy.
In terms of internal energy, even Zuo Lenchan was far inferior to him, not to mention other people of the Song Mountain Sect. Zuo Lenchan won Shi Potian's favor with a little trick, and successfully let him join the Song Mountain Sect. In this Golden Snake Camp Assembly, Zuo Lenchan could be said to be full of ambition. If he could enter the Golden Snake Camp, with the Song Mountain Sect's own strength, Zuo Lenchan would immediately become the leader of the strongest force in the Central Plains, and he would be one step closer to his goal of conquering the world.
"Mother, is this He Shifo from the Beggar Sect? Why haven't I heard of him before?" Guo Fu asked Huang Rong doubtfully.
Huang Rong frowned. She seemed to have thought of something. "This He Shifu is not well-known in the Beggar Sect. He is only a middle-level disciple and his kung fu is mediocre. Of course you have not heard of him."
"Ah?" Guo Fu was disappointed to hear Huang Rong say his martial arts were mediocre. "Why did Jiangnan send such a person to participate?"
Because Huang Rong used to be the leader of the Beggar Sect, Guo Fu always had a sense of familiarity with the Beggar Sect. Naturally, she hoped that the Beggar Sect's contestant could win. Now that she heard that He Shifo's martial arts were mediocre, she naturally felt depressed.
"Mother, I don't know what Jiangnan is planning." Huang Rong thought that if Jiangnan was interested in gaining the strength of the Golden Snake Camp, they should have chosen someone with good kung fu. For example, Elder Jie Feng of Jiangnan seemed to have good kung fu. Why did Xiangyang send such a person without any news?
Noticing Huang Rong's knitted eyebrows, Song Qingshu smiled. No matter how smart you are, you won't realize that the Jiangnan Beggar Gang has long been infiltrated by Zhao Min's forces. This time, He Shiwo was just going through the motions. He allowed me to qualify for the competition, which has already played its role. Next, as long as I can win first place, Zhao Min will naturally gain a reliable ally, so she doesn't need to send a top master to participate in the competition.
But if Zhao Min knew that my imaginary enemy is Mongolia, I wonder what she would think, Song QingShu could not help but wonder.
Looking at the somewhat wooden youth in front of him, Huo Dou let out a long sigh. Even though he was a Mongolian prince in name, that was only a title given to him by Temujin. The other Mongol kings all had tens of thousands of warriors under their command, but he was the only one who was alone.
Temujin had never assigned him an army, and similarly, no one was willing to join him. This was because everyone knew that his grandfather was Zhamuhe, the man who was Temujin's sworn brother in name, but turned against him and was killed by Temujin after his defeat in battle.
As a descendant of Zhamuhe, Huo Dou should be thankful that he was able to keep his life, but he was not satisfied. Zhamuhe's blood was surging in his veins. He wanted to take back everything that belonged to his grandfather and become the master of the Mongolian plains.
So even though everyone looked at him coldly, he still did everything he could to climb up. First, he worked hard to become the disciple of the Mongolian Imperial Advisor, Jinlun Fawang. But even though the Imperial Advisor's reputation was great and could raise his status, it could not satisfy Huo Dou's ambition.
He needed his own subordinates, his own power, and his own army.
So when the Mongolians wanted to send someone to the Central Plains as a spy, Huo Dou volunteered himself and willingly left his home to run to the Central Plains. Finally, he successfully infiltrated the Beggar Clan.
He killed the originally ordinary He Shiwo and impersonated him. After a few years, because of his strong kung fu and his ability to handle matters, he gradually gained the appreciation of the Jiangnan Beggar Clan and successfully became the Beggar Clan's representative for this year's Golden Snake Gathering.
Originally, when he got this opportunity, Huo Dou was wild with joy. If he could gain the power of the Golden Snake Battalion, then his dream would come true. So he didn't even take Zhao Min's advice of not revealing his kung fu and intentionally losing the competition to heart.
But after seeing the kung fu of the previous contestants, Huo Dou finally calmed down. He knew that even though his kung fu was okay, compared to those people, it was far inferior. Since he had no hope of winning, then there was no need to reveal his kung fu and go against Zhao Min's wishes.
Thinking of the beautiful but cruel princess, Huo Dou couldn't help but shiver. He had a feeling that his hatred for Temuzhen, as well as all of his ambitions, was completely clear to her. But she allowed him to do as he pleased and had no intention of stopping him …
All these years, on one hand, Huo Dou was afraid of this princess, but on the other hand, he admired her very much. In his heart, this young princess of the Ruyang Palace was simply a perfect person, whether it was her beauty, intelligence, strategy, or scheming …
Only when Zhao Min threw herself at Zhang Wuji without any hesitation did Huo Dou remember that she was also a woman. Sometimes, in the dead of night, he would let his imagination run wild. If he could win the heart of Princess Zhao Min and become the princess of the Ruyang Palace, then restoring his grandfather's former glory would not be impossible …
"Hey, these two are staring at each other, are they going to fight or not?"
"Yeah, if you don't want to fight, then get off the stage."
…
The crowd below the stage booed. Whether it was He Shiwo or Shi Potian, they were both Nameless in Jianghu. Naturally, the crowd below the stage was not as polite as before, and they all started to make a ruckus.
Huo Dou's face turned red. His mind was in a mess, and he was distracted just now. Luckily, that idiot didn't take the opportunity to attack. Although he couldn't reveal his identity this time and could only use his special kung fu, he couldn't lose too badly and be eliminated in the first round. Otherwise, it would be hard for him to survive in the Beggar Clan in the future. This idiot in front of me appeared at just the right time. Otherwise, I really wouldn't have full confidence in winning against anyone else.
"Kid, seeing how young you are, I'll let you make the first move." Now that he was a disciple of the Beggar Clan, Huo Dou said to Shi Potian.
Shi Potian's expression suddenly became awkward, "This … this, I don't know how to control my strength, I'm afraid I'll hurt Senior."
Hearing his words, the crowd below the stage roared with laughter. Guo Fu clapped her hands and giggled, "This kid is even more stupid than his father."
Huang Rong was speechless. This brat, how could he say that?
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