Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 74

"Hmph, who is that young man who actually rides a big eagle and makes such a high-profile appearance!"

"Shh!"

A person next to him hurriedly put his finger on his lips, glared at him and said, "Don't let people listen to your words, lest people laugh their teeth out, you don't even know the leader of the Beggar Clan?!"

"Why don't I know, isn't the leader of the Beggar Clan Qiao Feng? Who is that boy?"

"Brother, just came out of the mountains?"

"I want you to take care of it?"

"You really don't have the eyes to see Mount Tai. Mr. Duan is an earth-shattering figure. He is the crown prince of Dali Kingdom and the leader of the beggar gang. Today we are lucky to meet a real person!"

Amidst the buzzing discussion, Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan parachuted onto the high platform.

"Master Duan!"

The heads of various martial arts sects came forward to pay tribute.

Duan Yu cupped his fists, smiled slightly, and nodded in return.

"Meet Master!"

But when they saw the four human figures falling gracefully in front of Duan Yu like feathers, they suddenly fell to their knees and shouted in unison.

They are the four guardians of the Duan family in Dali, namely fishing, woodcutting, farming and reading.

The four of them represented the Dali Duan family this time.

Duan Yu represents the Beggar Clan.

"Don't be too polite, get up!"

Duan Yu made a weak gesture with one hand.

"Thank you, Master!"

The four people responded loudly and slowly stood up.

Although there were only four of them, their momentum was extremely strong, with the momentum of hundreds of people shouting in unison, which made the eardrums of the people in the nearby martial arts ache.

Everyone was shocked, Xindao Dali Duan's name really lived up to its reputation!

After exchanging a few words, the heads of various sects began to take their seats.

The venue for the martial arts competition is large, but there are only seats in the front row, and the number is limited.

On such occasions, only those with great reputation in the martial arts world can take the seat.

Beggars and Shaolin, as the Taishan Beidou of martial arts, are located in the middle and uppermost.

"Donor Duan, please sit down!" Abbot Xuanci turned sideways and gave up the main seat.

Not long ago, he had just been beaten by Duan Yu, and he still has psychological shadow.

And after this martial arts conference, Shaolin will announce the closure of the temple.

In front of Duan Yu, Abbot Xuanci really didn't dare to trust him.

After smiling, Duan Yu declined and sat down at the main seat.

People in the martial arts world are very particular about where they sit.

The position indicates the level of status.

Therefore, every martial arts conference, there will be competition for seats.

At this time, several sect leaders over there were arguing with each other with red faces and thick necks.

The reason why so many people come to the martial arts conference is to fight on stage and compete for fame and fortune.

Those martial arts sects only want to be qualified to sit at the table and gain the respect of others!

This is a "competition among heroes".

Everyone is a member of the martial arts world, and their tempers are hotter than ordinary people. They soon became noisy and rolled up their sleeves to prepare for a fight.

"Why are you sitting here?"

"I am Mu Lingzi, the head of the Kongtong School, why can't I sit still?"

"Your Kongtong sect is just a newly created sect, it's nothing! Get out of here and give up your seat to me, the Thunder Sect!"

"Be bold! Take my seven-injury punch!"

He only heard Mu Lingzi stop drinking, and then punched out, hitting the Thunder Sect Master.

The leader of the Thunder Sect flew out like a kite, spat out a mouthful of blood, got up and gritted his teeth and said, "What a powerful Seven-Injury Fist! You're so cruel!"

After all, he clutched his chest and stepped off the stage in embarrassment.

The Kongtong sect showed off its power for the first time, and Mu Lingzi snorted coldly and took a seat.

There are still many people vying for the rest of the seats, and there are many who have a shot.

Finally, Abbot Xuanci stood up and took out a list of names to take charge of the overall situation.

His method is simple, arrange the seats according to the list.

This list is the strength ranking of martial arts sects evaluated by Shaolin.

Sit in position based on strength.

If you are not convinced, you can go on stage to challenge, anyway, this is what the martial arts conference is for.

Of course, it is also possible if someone voluntarily gives up their seat.

But when it comes to status, who will take the initiative to give way?

Faced with Shaolin's arrangements, even if some people are very dissatisfied, they are intimidated by Shaolin's strength and can only keep silent and comply.

Even Mu Lingzi, the head of the Kongtong faction who had seriously injured the head of the Thunder Sect with a punch just now, resignedly gave up his seat.

How can an emerging small sect compete with a famous sect like Shaolin that has been passed down for hundreds of years?
"Leader Duan, I am 'Tornado Legs' Feng Chang'an."

There was an old man surnamed Feng who claimed to be sworn brothers with Wang Jiantong, the former leader of the Beggar Clan, and he showed his seniority when he came up.

"The old man's legs are cold and he can't stand for a long time, how about Master Duan get up and let the old man sit down?"

Duan Yu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

The typical bus is relying on the old and selling the old, not wanting to meet him in this world.

He could have slapped this kind of person away.

But in front of the heroes of the martial arts world, it would be too self-deprecating.

"I'm afraid Feng Lao won't be able to sit in Duan's seat!" Duan Yu said with a smile.

"joke!"

"I have practiced horse stance for 50 years in Feng Changan, and my foot is as stable as Mount Tai. Not to mention I can sit still, even if the sky is punished by thunder, I can still sit still!"

Feng Changan Huhu slapped his chest with force and said loudly.

"Is it?"

Duan Yu chuckled, stood up and said, "Well, I'll give this position to you!"

"Help Master!"

"This arrogant old guy is just looking for trouble. Let me, Wu Changfeng, teach him a lesson!" This is the position of the leader of the Beggar Clan, how can he give it to others?

A group of senior officials of the Beggar Gang said that they were going to clean up Chang'an.

Duan Yu waved his hand and said gracefully: "It doesn't matter, let's see how Mr. Feng can sit still."

"Thank you, Gang Leader Duan!"

With a loud laugh, Feng Changan sat down on the main seat, crossed his thighs, and glanced at the heroes, feeling very proud.

After today, I am afraid that I will become famous in the entire martial arts world!
"Ouch!"

Feng Chang'an suddenly leaned back and sat down on the ground with a loud cry.

The chair under him cracked into several pieces and shattered to pieces on the floor, and he was pressed underneath.

He sat on the debris in a daze, unable to come to his senses.

Wu Changfeng, the elder of the Beggar Clan, laughed loudly: "Feng, what's wrong with you? Didn't you say that you have been practicing horse walking for 50 years? Why are you sleeping on the ground? Are you sleepy?"

Feng Changan jumped up, his face turned red, he patted his butt hastily, and said embarrassingly, "What kind of broken chair is this? Why can't I sit on it!"

"Duan said a long time ago that you can't sit still in this position." Duan Yu said calmly.

Feng Chang'an's eyes were very vicious, he frowned, aware of the abnormality, and glanced at Duan Yu.

He is not a fool. If someone around him takes action, he will sense the internal force.

But without Duan Yu making a move, how to break the chair?
He was very depressed.

"Change another chair for me!" Feng Changan waved his hands, obviously wanting to fight Duan Yu to the end.

If Duan Yu takes action, he will lie down immediately and say that Duan disrespects his seniors and beats the old man.

All in all, Duan Yu's popularity is certain in today's martial arts conference!
The young novice from Shaolin Temple brought up a chair of the same style and placed it in its place.

Feng Chang'an sat down again carelessly.

He laughed at both sides and said, "Why can't I, Feng, sit in this seat?"

"Crack!"

This time it wasn't the seat that was broken, but a thunder that sounded directly from the sky!
On a sunny day, a thunderbolt landed on that chair with precision.

Feng Changan, who was still quarreling just now, was struck to death by lightning on the spot.

He was completely black and smoking, and he was confused.

Everyone was terrified!

"Amitabha!"

The monks announced the Buddha's name and silently recited scriptures, and the scene was for Senior Feng to deliver his salvation.

"Elder Feng said just now that even if thunder and punishment come down from the sky, he can still sit still!"

"It's all right now, I really can't sit still."

"Sure enough, you really can't talk nonsense!"

There was a lot of discussion among the people, and they were all amazed.

They looked at Duan Yu and felt that this man was mysterious and unusual.

The people from Shaolin Temple carried Feng Chang'an's body down to clean up the scene, and brought another chair.

Duan Yu lifted his robe and sat there firmly.

Still the previous C position.

"Governor Duan is a hero!"

Everyone thought Duan Yu was bold.

You just killed one, how dare you sit down?
In the crowd, Murong Fu was very excited.

At this time, he crazily muttered in his heart: "Hack him to death! Hack him to death quickly!"

However, the weather was clear and cloudless.

Duan Yu sat there for a long time. When everyone saw that he was really safe, they sat down one after another with smiles.

"Hey, you wasted my Wind and Thunder Talisman just to save face."

Duan Yu smiled and said to himself, he has a hundred ways to deal with this stupid thing that relies on one's old age.

There are many participants in the martial arts conference, and there are many female heroes participating.

Duan Yu has a handsome appearance, extraordinary temperament, coupled with his superb martial arts, and has the reputation of "Northern Qiao Southern Duan" in the martial arts world, so he is naturally favored by female heroes.

They stared at it infatuatedly, all of them were elated.

Wang Yuyan stood motionless behind Duan Yu, looking like a statue of a jade girl.

Feeling the glare, she frowned slightly, a little jealous.

Among the whole audience, Duan Yu received the most attention.

Regardless of whether they were men or women, there were eyes looking at where he was from time to time.

The woman went for him.

The man paid more attention to Wang Yuyan behind him.

She is so beautiful that it makes people's eyes light up, and then their imaginations wander.

Those who are not strong-willed cannot move their eyes away at all.

A group of young heroes looked at Duan Yu, feeling melancholy and somewhat jealous.

Some complained in a low voice: "What kind of shit luck is Duan doing? He can't be killed by lightning, and he has such a beautiful woman as his companion!"

This is a common problem of men. When they see a beautiful woman, they want to take it for themselves.

She felt inexplicably hostile to the man around her.

"He is the crown prince of Dali, what is your identity? Do you have the face to talk about him?" Someone said contemptuously.

For a while, everyone in the audience was talking about it.

A martial artist who claimed to be very professional in emotions said with a smile: "In my opinion, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she will eventually be tamed by a man!"

"Hmph, what a big tone you have! You go home and try to tell your mother-in-law this!"

"Why did you get involved with my wife when you were so good?!" The man snorted dissatisfied.

"Haha, who doesn't know that you are a coward who is afraid of his wife? Wouldn't it make people laugh when you say such nonsense?!"

"Shut your mouth!" The emotion master got angry and blushed, "You're not much better, aren't you just as henpecked?"

"Ahem, don't mention it, let's not mention it, the martial arts conference has begun!"

"Leaders of each faction, fellow martial artists!"

Abbot Xuanci placed the banner to command the world on the ring.

"Whoever wins this martial arts conference can order the world's martial arts and maintain the order of the martial arts!"

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