After discussing, several people returned to the venue of the martial arts conference. After two days of ring competition, they finally came to the last day of the martial arts conference. On this day, everyone seemed to have noticed that this time was unusual, and the air was full of gunpowder smoke. the taste of. Sure enough, just as Lin Jingyu speculated, on the last day of the martial arts conference, the three major sects of Biyun League, Qingcheng Mountain, and Fudo Pavilion joined together to force the leader Zhang Ting to abdicate. In the chaos of the martial arts these years and the incompetence of the martial arts league, Zhang Ting was finally pointed at and asked him to take the initiative to give up the position of the leader of the alliance and let someone who is capable do it. Qingchengshan and Fufuge are also inciting people from other factions to support Biyun League together with them.
Naturally, the faces of the Wulin League faction will not be good. The two sides confront each other, and the atmosphere is tense. It seems that a fight is about to start. However, Zhang Ting, the leader of the alliance who was just pointed at his nose and scolded him for being incompetent, has a calm and calm face. The leaders of the three factions knew something was wrong when they saw Zhang Ting's behavior. This operation might not be as smooth as expected, but since things have reached this point, there is no way out. In the future, there may be no place for their three sects to gain a foothold in the martial arts world. All three of them understood this. The siege had been prepared for a long time, the four of them fought in a group, Zhang Ting did not lose the wind against the three of them, and even had the tendency to subdue them faintly, which shows the high level of his martial arts. Ting was secretly shocked by the high level of martial arts.
"Zhang Ting's martial arts is so high!" Cang Luo frowned and whispered.
"Brother Fang, how does Zhang Ting's martial arts compare with yours?" Lin Mu asked Fang Xingyu. When he was young, he often listened to the stories of Fang Xingyu's chivalry from a storyteller in a teahouse. , is limited to other people's population, and Fang Xingyu himself doesn't know much about it.
Fang Xingyu looked at Zhang Ting, who was clearly capable, and replied, "I am far behind him."
"His skill is obviously much stronger than when we met before, what's going on?" Lin Jingyu was puzzled by this.
"Look, there seems to be something wrong with the three heads." Han Yuefeng whispered to Lin Jingyu in a low voice.
Facing Han Yuefeng's sudden approach, and the wet breath hitting his earlobe, Lin Jingyu's ears moved, his expression remained calm, and he looked towards the three masters. Sure enough, the three of them were not in a good condition, and their attack speed was slow. The pace was messy, showing obvious signs of decline.
Suddenly, Zhang Ting beat the three of them to the ground with one palm. The three of them seemed to be seriously injured.
"It shouldn't be, I have fought against the heads of the three factions before, and their strength is far more than that." For a while, Fang Xingyu couldn't understand why the formerly so powerful master was so vulnerable now.
Those who understand the matter are also talking about it. Of course, it is more young people who do not understand the situation. They yearn for Zhang Ting's superb martial arts and admiration for him. Although this battle ended strangely, it still won a lot of fame for Zhang Ting, and the three major factions have lost their face completely.