Zhang Wuji's fate naturally attracted the attention of countless people.
The fame of the cult master of Ming Cult was now deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the world of martial artists! The leaders of the six great sects were no match for him. Even some of the famous sects were suppressed to the point where they could not raise their heads.
But now, for the sake of Ming Cult no longer becoming the target of everyone's criticism, not only did Zhang Wuji change Ming Cult's arrogant and solitary style, he also took into consideration the other sects' dignity and fought against the Shaolin Temple elites for more than one hundred moves before he defeated them. He showed off the demeanor of an elite.
Master Kong Xiang nodded repeatedly.
"As expected, Sect Leader Zhang is getting stronger and stronger. It's very likely that he'll become the Alliance Leader of the Heavenly Devil Sect …"
"Master Kong Xiang, are you looking down on the elites in the world of martial artists? In terms of strength and bearing, there are plenty of elites here, but you actually elected a brat to be the alliance master of the world of martial artists? Don't tell me that the battle at Light Summit scared all of you out of your wits?" An awe-inspiring and cold snort sounded in a mocking manner, and no one knew where it came from.
Master Kong Xiang's expression darkened. He stared at an old man in green robes who was one tent away.
"Old Heretic Huang, if you think that you can still fight with that bag of old bones of yours, you can go up and fight, or I can fight against you." Shaolin Temple's abbot's stubborn personality had not changed in the slightest.
Beside him stood a man and a woman. The man was tall and sturdy. Even though he did not speak, he had an extraordinary air about him. The woman was Huang Rong, who looked to be in her thirties. She was rather troubled by the dispute between her father and the abbot of Shaolin Temple, so she immediately stepped forward to mediate. "Abbot, please don't blame me. My father just thinks that Cult Master Zhang has not been the Cult Master for a long time and that there are many matters to attend to in Ming Cult. It is a little too heavy for him to shoulder such an important matter as the Master of the Wulin World."
Master Kong Xiang's expression instantly became much gentler.
Huang Rong tried to calm her father down.
"Brother Jing, why don't you go up and exchange a few blows with Sect Leader Zhang?"
"… En."
Guo Jing nodded.
Even though Zhang Wuji's Heaven and Earth Great Shift had already reached the peak of the seventh realm, Guo Jing's qi realm was astonishing, and his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm was also astonishing. A normal person would not be able to handle him.
He walked up the stage with a majestic gait.
"I'm here to meet Sect Master Zhang."
"It's an honor!" People from two different eras were able to clash against each other in the game. The few elites who entered Dragon Tiger Arena, including One Emperor, watched solemnly.
…
At that moment, Happy handed over his wooden plate and smoothly entered Dragon Tiger Arena, where the elites from various sects gathered!
When he entered the arena, the Murong Clan Lady appeared beside him without a trace.
"That's right! There are very few young disciples who can enter the Dragon Tiger Arena. Many sects have no disciples who can pass. Currently, there are only seven disciples in the arena. "
"Seven?"
Happy was a little surprised by the data the Murong Clan Lady obtained.
Along the way, he could clearly sense the difficulty of the Street of Arenas. The elites from various sects took turns to fight, and in the final match, Wei Yixiao, an Inaction Realm martial artist, and Ming Cult's Green-winged Bat King had even appeared.
If it were not for the fact that Happy had Golden Essence Nine Yang Skill and Wei Yixiao's Divine Ice Skill would not have much of an effect on him, he might have been forced to use Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm!
There were actually seven people who managed to enter the Dragon Tiger Arena in just a few hours, despite the high difficulty of the challenge.
'Looks like I've underestimated the heroes of the world.'
"That's right."
The Murong Clan Lady did not know what Happy was thinking. While she brought him to the Murong Clan's shed, she explained, "This time, the six great system-allocated sects did not send any particularly outstanding disciples. The outstanding disciples are basically the disciples of some amazing people."
"Oh?"
"Green City Sword Sect disciple, Momo."
"Sword Sect disciple, One Emperor."
"Beggar's Sect disciple, Night Rain Follows Wind. I heard that he officially received Guo Jing's legacy not long ago."
"North Placating Duke, the successor of Nameless Swordsman of the Desert."
The Murong Clan Lady stopped talking for a moment before she said, "There are three more people who are both righteous and evil. One of them is Dongfang Bubai's successor, Lu Mingyue. The other is Six-fingered Demonic Zither's successor, Wind Chimes. The last one might have come from Kunlun Sect, but he learned Xuanming Elders' Profound Abyss Divine Palm from some unknown place. He also fought his way into the martial arts tournament. Quite a number of people who are both righteous and evil have appeared in the tournament, but the villa master of Hero's Mountain Villa cannot chase them away." As she spoke, the Murong Clan Lady instinctively cast a glance at Huang Yaoshi, Zhang Wuji, and the others.
Huang Yaoshi might have acted recklessly and killed countless people, but he had Beggar's Sect and Great Swordsman Guo Jing as his support, and their relationship was very close.
Zhang Wuji might be the cult master of Ming Cult, but he was a descendant of Wudang Sect and Zhang Sanfeng's grand-disciple.
There were plenty of people who came to Hero's Mountain Villa, and most of them were not righteous people who were completely innocent. They would more or less have some connections and records.
Hence, these people had the chance to come here!
Happy was not surprised by the appearance of One Emperor, Momo, Lu Mingyue, and the others. He was slightly surprised because he seemed to have heard Night Rain Follows Wind's name somewhere before.
There was also North Placating Duke. He was a man who had once risen to fame in the Chinese world of martial artists, but then vanished without a trace in West Region. Now, he had reappeared in the world of martial artists, and the moment he appeared, he was at Dragon Tiger Arena, which symbolized the greatest event in the Chinese world of martial artists.
Wind Chimes …
After a few months of hard work, she might have already reached Life and Death Realm.
Once she entered this realm, the killing power of her zither notes would increase by leaps and bounds, and there would practically be no one below Moksha Realm who could fight against her! She had already officially become a top-class elite who could fight on her own!
Orochimaru …
After the last time they parted, Orochimaru's temperament had changed. Happy knew that Orochimaru had already realized the shocking difference between them. However, he did not expect that Orochimaru would still obtain Xuanming Elders' legacy and even get to Dragon Tiger Arena.
While Happy thought about it …
Under the Murong Clan Lady's lead, Happy arrived at the Murong Clan's shed.
Right when he arrived, dozens of not-so-friendly gazes landed on Happy's face. They moved back and forth and scanned him from head to toe.
"They're from the eight aristocratic clans. Don't lower yourself to their level."
The Murong Clan Lady's voice traveled into Happy's ears.
Happy nodded to show that he understood. He walked into the shed without changing his expression. When he saw the Murong Clan Lady take a seat, he stood behind her in a very indifferent manner. The famous ones had seats in the martial arts tournament, but the disciples did not. Happy could only stand.
"Murong Clan Lady, is this junior the young elite who has been in the limelight recently, the one called Happy?" Happy did not intend to cause trouble, but that did not mean that the others would agree to let them live in peace.
"He doesn't seem like much."
A drawn-out voice crawled into Happy's ears in a rather bitter manner.
"Ding!"
The familiar sound of the system's notification rose at the same time.
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