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Chapter 153 Martial Arts Leader (Part [-])
The people who come here are dressed in a weird way, not from the Central Plains, but more like Mongolia.

The leader was wearing a red robe, very tall and thin, his body was like a penny pole, his forehead was slightly sunken, like a plate.

The appearance is indescribably weird.

Next to the old man was a young man with an elegant appearance and the appearance of a noble son. Tang Xuanming had already collected a lot of information, so he guessed that it was the Mongolian prince Huo Dou.

And next to Huo Doudu was a strong man with a broad heart and a fat body, his body was full of vigor and blood, and his body was so strong that there was no other martial arts master present. He must have been born with supernatural power.

Tang Xuanming didn't care about the rest of the people. He knew that as long as Jinlun Fawang was kept, he would not lose money if he came here.

Over there, Guo Jing confronted Jinlun Fawang and others, and their faces changed color.

With the death of Zhong Shentong Wang Chongyang, the old urchin's whereabouts are erratic, and the Quanzhen Sect is declining day by day. From the top to the bottom, there is no one who can fight.

Guo Jing went up the mountain and fought from beginning to end, not one by one, but the entire Quanzhen Sect. The [-] members of the Quanzhen Sect formed a formation, and they were all broken by him with the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon. The one hundred and eight Quanzhen believers haven't been hurt yet.

Although it is also related to Guo Jing's age entering the middle age and his strength entering the level of the five masters of the Central Plains, Ouyang Feng, who was also one of the five masters of the Central Plains, went to Zhongnan Mountain back then and was taught a lesson several times.

It can only be said that the Quanzhen teaching is not as good as the previous generation.

Guo Jing was still able to maintain a calm expression. The faces of the two teams changed, and their voices were not high, as if they were introducing each other.

Prince Huo Dou, the disciple of King Jinlun Fawang, didn't want his master to leave the Central Plains, and he was unknown. There were not many martial artists in the Central Plains, and they were surprised by their arrival, and he took the initiative to shout: "This is my master, The Tibetan holy monk is revered as the King of the Golden Wheel, and the Queen of the Great Mongolian Kingdom in the north has been conferred the title of the First Master of Protecting the Country."

As soon as these words with internal strength came out, all the heroes of the Central Plains martial arts changed their colors.

They were here to discuss how to face the Mongolian aggression. Now that a Mongolian national teacher appeared here, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

But they were not panicked, there are thousands of people gathered in Xiangyang city of the Central Plains martial arts, and those who participated in the hero meeting were even the first-class heroes in the Central Plains martial arts.

No matter how you look at it, thousands of people are invincible against several people, and a group of people are not afraid at all.

Huo Dou walked in the Central Plains, and he has always known the pissing nature of the Central Plains martial arts people. This group of wealthy heroes attaches great importance to reputation and loyalty, and they will never join hands to attack.

This is a tradition that the Central Plains has been aloof for hundreds of thousands of years, disdainful of all heroes, and despising any barbarians.

Huaxia is inherently arrogant, and hundreds of thousands of years of being ahead of other barbarians has also allowed them to maintain this aloof appearance.

In their minds, the Central Plains is better than everything in the world. No matter how they compare it, the Central Plains are stronger than the barbarians.

Up to the princes and nobles, down to the traffickers and pawns, they all maintain this mentality.

It is impossible for such a proud nation to beat them up in groups.

Just like Huo Dou went to Zhongnan Mountain with great momentum before, wanting to marry the well-known little dragon girl in Jianghu, but in the end he couldn't even enter the door and was kicked out on the spot.

On the one hand, Xiaolongnv has a cold temperament and does not want to be disturbed by others, and on the other hand, it is also the arrogance of the Central Plains.

This is difficult to see in later generations, because that little bit of arrogance has been torn apart, let alone a prince from a top power coming to marry, even an ordinary barbarian can be treated on a very high scale.

I have to say, this is also a bit sad.

But now, although the Song Dynasty has been defeated repeatedly, the arrogance buried in the bones and blood will not dissipate. This is also the basis for Huo Dou and Jinlun Fawang to come here.

Otherwise, the two countries will soon be at war, and a figure at the level of a national teacher suddenly descends on the border, which is extremely dangerous no matter how you look at it.

"I heard that you are going to elect a martial arts leader here."

Although Huo Dou is known as a prince, he already has an unknown bloodline. He has no real power in the Mongolian country, and he can't even lead the army. In the eyes of Jinlun Fawang, he is not even comparable to that wooden Na's Darba.

It's just that Jinlun Fawang and Daerba are not good at communication, and Huo Dou used to travel in the Central Plains martial arts and is more familiar with Central Plains affairs, so Huo Dou is in charge of communication.

"That's right. I really want to elect the leader of the martial arts alliance. Why are you illiterate people like you coming here to join in the fun?"

"This is a matter of our Central Plains martial arts."

"What are you running here for?"

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Facing the questioning from the Central Plains Wulin, Huo did not panic, opened the folding fan he had been holding in his hand all the time, and a beautiful peony came out, and said with a sneer: "Of course the leader of the Wulin is to command the entire Wulin. It seems that there are only martial arts people from the Central Plains present, and there are no martial arts people from our Great Mongolian Kingdom present."

"Such a martial arts lord is not worthy of his name, is he?"

"what do you mean?"

Guo Jing didn't want to talk to this group of people who were destined to be enemies at all, and he didn't directly attack because this was a martial arts event, not a national war.

Here, to choose the leader of the martial arts alliance, it is natural to choose in the form of a person in the martial arts.

"It's obvious what I mean."

Huo Dou glanced around the heroes of the Central Plains present, and finally fell on Guo Jing, Huang Rong and the others, and said with a smile: "Since we want to fight for a martial arts leader, how can we not include the martial arts of our Great Mongolia?"

"What kind of martial arts do a group of barbarians from outside have?"

A martial arts hero said disdainfully, but was aroused a little interest by Huo Dou's words.

"Why is there no martial arts? Did my martial arts grow out of thin air?" Huo Dou leisurely inspected the audience, and said proudly: "The martial arts in my Great Mongolia is also extraordinary. I heard that a martial arts leader was elected here today. Come and watch one or two."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, and said with a smile: "If it is possible, I would also like to see the strength of the heroes of the Central Plains martial arts. The martial arts leaders of Mongolia have always only competed for supremacy by strength."

Such provocative words made all the heroes present angry.

"Draw out a charter, I, Lei Meng, will beat all your shit out today."

A rough man jumped onto the table with a swipe, holding a huge hammer in his hand, pointing directly at Huo Dou.

And there were no less than dozens of martial arts people who stood up angrily like him, and Tang Xuanming, who was sitting on the seat, was nodding inwardly while turning the wine glass in his hand.

He couldn't see the blood in the court of the Song Dynasty at all, but the blood in the rivers and lakes was soaring to the sky, as if the blood of the entire Song Dynasty had flowed into the low-ranking people, and it was impossible for the upper-class people to stand up even if they died.

(End of this chapter)