Longevity begins with a proud smile

Chapter 231 The man with a knife on his face

At dawn the next day, Zhuo Lingfeng and Zhao Min got up one after another. After they freshened up, a waiter brought them breakfast.The two of them were having breakfast when Zhangbo Longtou walked into the room and reported: "Gang leader, people from the Persian Ming Cult have arrived."

Zhuo Lingfeng asked: "Where is Zhang Wuji?"

Zhangbo Longtou said: "Still no trace!
Last night, according to Fan Yao and Yin Tianzheng, Leader Zhang indeed went to sea to look for the Lion King.

But I didn't expect that the Lion King had been found by the Dragon King and returned to the Middle Earth. "

Zhuo Lingfeng thought to himself: "Zhang Wuji has a close relationship with Xie Xun and his son. It is not easy for him to find Binghuo Island based on the memory of a ten-year-old child. If he goes to Binghuo Island and cannot find Xie Xun, he will probably go crazy with anxiety!"

Thinking of this, I felt quite guilty. I should have told him not to go to Xie Xun.

Said: "Welcome the head of the Persian Archbishop into the valley, and then escort King Ping Ping and the Three Envoys of Fengyun out. Meet them in the hall!"

"Yes!"

Zhangbo Longtou didn't take the Persian Ming Cult seriously either. When he arrived on the land of the Central Plains, he was like a dragon coiled up and a tiger lying down.

Zhuo Lingfeng didn't know how to taste this breakfast. Zhao Min saw that he was in a bad mood and tried to make him happy.

Suddenly there was a long roar, the sound was powerful, like a white-browed eagle king.

Zhao Min frowned slightly and said: "The Persian Mingjiao considers itself the chief religion, and the Middle-earth Mingjiao is the boss and the second child. I'm afraid we've collided. Let's go and take a look."

Zhuo Lingfeng said: "Okay." He was thinking that in Zhang Wuji's absence, how could the masters of the Middle-earth Ming Cult defeat the ever-victorious king of the Persian Chief Cult? This is the Central Plains, and foreign barbarians cannot be allowed to show off their power here!
As soon as the two of them went out, they saw the dragon's head running towards them like a gust of wind.

The three of them reported to Zhuo Lingfeng as they walked.

It turns out that the chief priests of Persia are all barbarians with blue eyes and yellow beards. The heroes did not know their origins and thought they were subordinates of Yuan Ting. However, they saw that they were all wearing white robes embroidered with flame marks, which were exactly the same as those of the Mingjiao of China. Surprised.

Naturally, the Mingjiao of Middle-earth had received the message a long time ago and rushed to the mouth of the valley. As a result, the Mingjiao of Persia said that the King of the Twelve Treasure Trees came to Middle-earth to rectify the affairs of the Mingjiao and let the leader of the Mingjiao take over.

The Chinese Mingjiao and the Persian Mingjiao have long been separated from each other. Fan Yao and the White-browed Eagle King also heard from Xie Xun that the Persian Mingjiao came to capture Dai Qisi and threatened Zhuo Lingfeng with cannons in the East China Sea.

Fan Yao was infatuated with the Purple-Shirt Dragon King, while the White-browed Eagle King was deeply loyal. He couldn't bear this, so the two sides started to take action.

"No one died?" Zhuo Lingfeng asked.

Zhangbo Longtou shook his head and said: "When I came to report, Yin Tianzheng was fighting alone with King Changsheng."

Zhuo Lingfeng breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.He knew that as long as the leaders of both sides took action, no one would die.

The three of them walked quickly, and when they arrived at the entrance of Butterfly Valley, they were already surrounded by people. There were even people standing on the rocks and trees on both sides.

Although Zhuo Lingfeng couldn't see clearly what was going on in the field, he could hear the rushing of footsteps, the roar of the wind, and someone fighting.

His magical power was activated, and his true energy was released. Wherever he passed, everyone lost their footing and gave way.

Suddenly, his eyes suddenly lit up. On a large open space, there were many people in white robes standing. They were all members of the Ming Cult, including the Persian Ming Cult and the Chinese Ming Cult.

The two men on the field were also wearing white robes, but one was tall, with a yellow beard and blue eyes, and a black gauze wrapped around his arms. He was the ever-victorious King of Treasure Trees, the head coach of Persia.

The other man was thin and his face was covered with scars. He was Fan Yao, the right envoy of the Ming Cult.

His hands turned into claws, and claw shadows flew horizontally, or tiger claws, eagle claws, bear claws and other moves were launched one after another, attacking the victorious king.

However, the Ever-Victorious King seems to have no bones. He always avoids the wind and rain-like claws at weird angles. With his majestic body, he actually gives people the feeling of a weak willow facing the wind.

In the eyes of others, this is extremely weird, just like a bear assuming the posture of a woman. Some people with extremely low martial arts skills cannot see the mystery and can't help but laugh.

Zhangbang Longtou saw the gang leader coming and said with a horrified expression: "My dear, what a fool! Yin Baimei didn't even get past twenty moves before he was struck with a palm on his chest and he vomited blood and was defeated!"

Zhuo Lingfeng saw Yin Tianzheng standing on one side, his face was sallow, and he was seriously injured. He was not surprised. The Changsheng King was the best master in Persia. His martial arts was so strong that he could force him to take three steps back. , Yin Tianzheng and his like are naturally no match.

At this moment, Fan Yao struck with eight claws in a flash, like a divine dragon entering the sea. However, the Ever Victorious King used the Holy Fire Order magical skill, floating back like a ghost, and then suddenly attacked again, with his hands fisting and clawing, or kneeling, Or a dizzying elbow bump.

Everyone in the Ming Cult was shocked: "This guy's Qinggong is almost as good as King Wei Bat."

Fan Yao also secretly wondered: "I didn't expect that the Persian head coach would have such a master!"

Fan Yao became famous at a young age, and together with Yang Xiao, he was known as the Two Immortals of Xiaoyao. Although he is older, his skills have become more and more refined, and he has few opponents in the world.Everyone saw that every move he made was both offensive and defensive. Although his attacks were sharp and ruthless, he was also cautious in defending. His exquisite martial arts skills were indeed breathtaking. Who would have thought that he would meet such a weirdo as the victorious King of Persia.

The top masters from various sects such as Master Miejie and Wudang Five Heroes also came to watch the battle. Seeing Fan Yao's profound martial arts, they all admired him very much. However, they couldn't understand the martial arts of Changsheng Baoshu King.

The ever-victorious king is rampaging across Persia. This time he entered the Middle-earth for the first time. He originally wanted to show off his power and conquer the Mingjiao of the Middle-earth. However, he did not expect to encounter an unparalleled master like Zhuo Lingfeng and was defeated.

However, this person's martial arts skills are very strong. In the original trajectory, Zhang Wuji possesses the Nine Yang Magic Skill, the Great Shift of the Universe, the Tai Chi Magic Skill, and Xiao Zhao's translation of the Holy Fire Order Magic Skill. It took more than 30 moves to restrain him.With this record alone, there are not many that can be picked out in the entire Central Plains martial arts world.

You must know that Zhang Wuji used the sacred fire command magic skill, and the four Wudang heroes joined forces to fight against the enemy, but they were defeated quickly before they could hold out for thirty moves. This shows the strength of the victorious king's force.

The ever-victorious king came to the Heroes Conference this time, hoping to show off his magical skills so that the heroes of the Central Plains would not dare to look down upon him.

Huo Ran, the Changsheng King's technique changed, it seemed slow but actually fast, his right hand hooked towards Fan Yao's temple, and his left palm struck towards the chest.

Fan Yao thought he was a hero and was about to take the move. Unexpectedly, the Changsheng Wang's martial arts was very strange. He clearly hooked his right palm with his left palm, but when he used it, it was completely deformed and completely unpredictable.

In just an instant, there was a drastic change on the field. The victorious king's fists and feet were like lightning, but Fan Yao was clumsy on the left and right on the right.

There was no doubt that he was at a disadvantage and his situation was in danger.

Changsheng Wang suddenly stood up and sat down with his buttocks facing Fan Yao. Everyone saw this strange move and felt sorry for him. How could he attack with his buttocks? This was exactly the martial arts in the Holy Fire Order.

Fan Yao's palm was like a shooting star, hitting the opponent's buttocks, trying to beat him to pieces.

Unexpectedly, the sacred fire martial arts may not be better than the major martial arts schools in the Central Plains in terms of mysterious principles and achievements. However, this martial arts is very different from the normal martial arts. It specializes in weird and ruthless ways. It is unique in that it is weird and unpredictable. At this time, even if someone is stronger in martial arts than him, he will still be confused when he meets him for the first time.

With Zhang Wuji's ability, he would have suffered a lot of blows when encountering this kind of martial arts.

Although Fan Yao had a lot of knowledge, he didn't know how powerful he was. The victorious king's right hand suddenly stretched out from under his butt, as fast as lightning, and struck Fan Yao's wrist with a diagonal move.

Half of Fan Yao's body was numb, and he couldn't help but step back three steps in a row. As soon as Changsheng Wang's feet landed on the ground, his right hand turned into a claw and grasped the big point on his chest.

Everyone in the Mingjiao had a look of panic on their faces. One Baoshu King defeated all the right envoys and Dharma kings of the Mingjiao, leaving everyone in disgrace!

Fan Yao tried to resist and dodge, but was unable to do so. Just when the whole place fell into a tense atmosphere, a roar like a bell echoed throughout the whole place: "Stop!"

This sound stopped the clouds, and King Changsheng was shocked. This sound was the biggest nightmare in his life.

He was running rampant in Persia without a single defeat, but he was completely convinced by Zhuo Lingfeng's defeat. Although he didn't know what he meant, he struck too fast to stop.But out of respect for Zhuo Lingfeng, he flipped his wrist, swung his claws, and passed by Fan Yao's chest.

With a whooshing sound, his body floated back and turned, standing together with the other Baoshu Kings. He smiled slightly, dusted off his robe, and cupped his hands at Zhuo Lingfeng.

At the same time, Fan Yao took advantage of the opponent's change of moves, took a deep breath of Qi, relieved his body of paralysis, and swayed back. Although the Chang Sheng King did not grab the vital point, his chest was still sore.

The people present heard this and shouted loudly, and immediately separated the two masters who were victorious and defeated, and saw life and death. Some people knew who could do this, while others didn't know why and were secretly wondering.

But he followed the sound and saw a young man striding towards him, surrounded by four elders from the Beggar Clan.

All the high-rollers in the audience were overwhelmed by his momentum, and fell into silence without making any sound.

However, the Beggar Clan disciples cheered loudly and shouted in unison: "See the leader!"

Everyone immediately understood that this young man was actually the leader of the Beggar Clan. He was dressed in a green shirt, simple and clean, with only a patch on the back of his elbow, and a crystal clear green bamboo stick inserted around his waist. He is handsome and majestic, with a smile on his lips and a high-spirited look on his face.

Everyone was in an uproar. There were so many people coming to this gathering. At this time, hundreds of people gathered at the entrance of the valley, but only [-]% of them had actually seen Zhuo Lingfeng's true appearance.

The rest of the people only heard his name, and even though he was surrounded by the four elders of the Beggar Clan, they were not sure it was him.

Now, seeing that the leader of the largest gang in the world is actually such a talented young man, and his inner strength is truly astonishing, no one would be surprised. They immediately started whispering and talking in low voices.

Zhuo Lingfeng entered the field and stood still. He glanced around, struck with both palms, then raised his fists to his chest, made a bow, nodded to Fan Yao, and then looked at the Ever-Victorious Treasure Tree King. He held his hands in greeting with a smile and said: "I have heard for a long time that the 'Eternally Victorious Treasure Tree King' is the best master in Persia. This magical skill is truly worthy of his reputation and is amazing!"

After hearing his gesture, the crowd still roared. He also spoke calmly, but among the noisy people's words, it was directly sent to everyone's eardrums, and they could hear clearly as if they were talking at a table. .

Everyone was awestruck, and the martial arts expert thought: "This person is young, has deep inner strength, and may have some chance, but how can he be so pure!"

When Zhuo Lingfeng saw that the Mingjiao had lost face, he wanted to tell everyone that the Ever Victorious King was the best master in Persia. Although Yin Tianzheng and Fan Yao were also first-rate masters in the world, their defeat at the hands of this man was not surprising and did not mean anything.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was even more surprised.

"Gang Leader Zhuo, what you did is extremely ridiculous!"

This sound also suppressed the noise of the crowd. A man walked out from the crowd of Persian Mingjiao. He had yellow and white hair, sunken eye sockets, and two menacing eyes. He was the King of Wisdom who was fluent in Chinese.

Zhuo Lingfeng smiled and said: "King of Wisdom, why do you say this?"

The King of Wisdom put his hands behind his back, looked around, smiled slightly and said: "Although we are far away in Persia, we have always heard that there are outstanding people and talented people in China. Is it possible that there is no one else but you?

Moreover, no matter how powerful Gang Leader Zhuo is, the matter between us and the Mingjiao of China is also an internal matter of our Mingjiao. It is inexplicable for you to interfere without permission and makes the Fang family laugh. "

The Mingjiao of China all looked ashamed, and they had to admit that these words made sense.

The dignified Mingjiao actually asked for help from the Beggar Clan, which was really shameful.They all thought: "It is because the leader is not here that these barbarians are allowed to show off their power!"

Zhuo Lingfeng laughed brightly and said: "It turns out that for this reason, King Wisdom does not need to be so rigid. Although the Mingjiao and I are different, we, the warriors of the Central Plains, face enemies in foreign lands, and naturally we share the same hatred!
What's more, our gang is the host of this Heroes Conference. Anyone who wants to resolve the family's private affairs and disrupt the Heroes Conference will be the enemy of me, Zhuo Lingfeng, and the brothers of the Beggar Clan. Zhuo will not be able to stand by and watch! "

After all, the heroes were all from the Central Plains, so they cheered immediately.

Everyone in the Beggar Clan cheered: "The gang leader is mighty!"

It was like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, deafening.

The King of Wisdom's heart sank, he stared at Zhuo Lingfeng, his beard trembled, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said in a solemn voice: "What about our fellow believers?"

Zhuo Lingfeng looked at the dragon head of the palm bowl: "Please invite some Persian friends!"

The leader of the palm bowl clapped his hands, and eight Beggar Clan disciples escorted King Ping Ping and the Three Envoys Fengyun into the arena.

The four people's hands and feet were tied tightly with beef tendon ropes, and the distance between their legs was only one foot. After they were captured by Zhuo Lingfeng, they could not have their acupoints tapped for a long time.

Because they keep tapping acupuncture points, several people's bodies will be damaged, and their martial arts will inevitably be greatly damaged, so they can only be tied up.

Everyone saw this series of facts, which was completely unexpected.The ever-victorious king of the Persian Ming Cult was so impressive, and there were ten others wearing the same clothes as him, and their martial arts might be similar. As a result, the Beggar Gang was able to capture their fellow believers.

With a "boom", everyone shouted again and couldn't stop talking. Naturally, some of them were happy, some were sad, some were shocked, some were horrified, all in different moods.

But few people know that the ever-victorious Treasure Tree King's martial arts are far superior to the other Treasure Tree Kings.

When King Ping Ping and the Three Envoys of Fengyun saw their fellow believers and many people staring at them, their faces were full of shame, and they lowered their heads and did not dare to raise them.

Zhuo Lingfeng saw several people binding the tendons and then soaking them with water, causing them to sink deeply into the skin and making it difficult to untie them.Then he walked close to a few people, gathered his strength on the edges of his palms, and raised his hand to make a light stroke.

With the sound of the wave, the tendon on King Pingping's chest was immediately cut off, and then he cut off the bindings on the three envoys of Fengyun with his hands.

His palm was as sharp as a sharp blade, but he looked at it lightly and showed no sign of exertion. However, the powerful people present were all knowledgeable people, and they immediately burst into thunderous cheers.Many people even think: "Not only is Zhuo Lingfeng extraordinary in spirit, but his inner strength is unparalleled. No one in the world can match him!"

But everyone in the Ming Cult thought: "My leader must be able to do it too!"

I heard King Wisdom say again: "Your Excellency is indeed true to your word, but you have something to say before that day. Please return the six orders of the Holy Fire of our religion as well."

When the disciples of the Ming Cult heard the Holy Fire Order, they all knew that it was a sacred object of our religion, and they were all moved.

Yin Tianzheng heard from Xie Xun that the Holy Fire Order was in Zhuo Lingfeng's hands. However, he was threatened by dozens of artillery pieces from the Persian Ming Cult that day, and he did agree to return it. In front of all the heroes in the world, how could he go back on his promise?He immediately said: "The Holy Fire Order is the command talisman of the leader of the Ming Cult in China. How can I return it to you?"

King Wisdom glanced sideways at him, and said with a very arrogant expression: "King Eagle, in our opinion, you, the Mingjiao of Middle-earth, are all worthless people!
The former leader of the Ming Cult in China was unworthy and lost this order for nearly a hundred years. It is up to us to find it, so naturally we will take charge of it.

Moreover, with your abilities, if I wait for you one more time, can you protect me? "

But when he saw Yin Tianzheng's tiger eyes gleaming, he gritted his teeth and said loudly: "That's it, I admit defeat today, and we will wait until the leader arrives."

Fan Yao frowned: "Eagle King..."

Yin Tianzheng glanced at him and said with a wry smile: "Youshi Fan, can you defeat the Changsheng Baoshu King?"

Fan Yao was stunned, and as he looked over, Mingjiao Peng Yingyu, Shuo Bubu and the Five Elements Flag Envoy also had slumped expressions on their faces.

How can their martial arts compare to that of Youshi and Eagle King? No one can compare to Zhang Wuji except Zhang Wuji himself!

Fan Yao looked sad and angry and shouted: "If we lose today, it does not mean that the Mingjiao has lost. From now on, the Mingjiao of China and the Mingjiao of Persia are incompatible. Even if there is only one disciple left in the tens of thousands of our sect, we must avenge this shame and humiliation!"

Fan Yao was aloof and ruthless by nature, and regarded the great cause of Mingjiao ten thousand times more than his life. His words were so vicious that even the Central Plains warriors were frightened, thinking: "As expected of someone who can put a knife on his face." Cruel person!"

(End of this chapter)