October 29th, Friday, seven o'clock in the evening, at the banquet hall of the Martial Arts Association of Jiuqu City.
The round tables are placed neatly and orderly, surrounded by six chairs, and the red carpet extends from the door to the frontmost "stage", dividing the hall into two.
Lou Cheng and the other powerhouses walked slowly along the long carpet amidst the constantly flashing lights and the intensive clicking sound.
Outside the gate, there are many security personnel, preventing the excited onlookers from approaching.
With so many outside gangs gathered, the safety issue is actually insignificant. Unless a nuclear bomb is launched, no one will be foolish enough to attack here, but there must always be someone to maintain order and guard against fishers in troubled waters.
As soon as he left the media spotlight, Lou Cheng, who was following Ning Zitong, saw Peng Leyun in blue.
He was dressed with the characteristics of Taoist robe and exercise uniform, and his state was relatively relaxed, as if he was in every corner of the Shenyou hall.
"It's pretty early." Lou Cheng greeted with a smile.
He looked left and right, but he didn't find any other strong men of the Shang Qing Sect around Peng Leyun, including but not limited to "Martial Sage" Qian Donglou.
Peng Leyun's eyes gradually cleared up, and he said with a peaceful smile:
"You guys came late."
After speaking, he called out "Senior Empress Luo".
Ning Zitong nodded slightly, and asked dignifiedly and gracefully:
"Wu Sheng doesn't want to go out again?"
"Uncle Qian is like this, he doesn't like social occasions." Peng Leyun replied emphatically for the Venerable.
As we all know, although "Martial Saint" Qian Donglou is an outstanding figure born once in a thousand years, he is lazy, can sit but not stand, can lie down but not sit, has no interest in similar banquet occasions, and has no interest in people waiting for him. It is troublesome to socialize and socialize with him, so he is often absent.
"What about the others?" Lou Cheng asked curiously.
Peng Leyun lost his eyes again, and for some reason, he thought of something. While his friend was waiting patiently, he finally smiled wryly and said:
"They haven't arrived yet..."
Immediately afterwards, he explained: "The master uncle hates flying. He came here by high-speed rail. Wasn't there a continuous heavy rain a few days ago? Many flights were canceled or delayed. He didn't leave until today. Uncle Yunyan and Senior Brother Minghe accompanied him, and now I am the only representative of Shang Qingzong..."
Lou Cheng almost laughed out loud, because Ning Zitong and Long Zhen were right next to him, he didn't exchange pleasantries with Peng Leyun, and went forward looking for the nameplate on the banquet table.
After walking about ten steps, Ning Zitong laughed in a low voice:
"Do you know why Yunyan and Minghe have to accompany Taoist Wuguang?"
A thought flashed through Lou Cheng's mind. Could this be the old version of Ren Li
"You can't let the head of a faction take the high-speed rail alone, can you?" He hesitated and guessed.
"Then leave it to the people in the Foreign Affairs Hall of the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty." Ning Zitong sneered, "Wuguang Taoist is not only afraid of flying, but also thinks that it is a floating iron coffin. Once encountering a situation, he can't use it. A head with a very weak sense of presence, once, during the Qing Zong's annual festival, no one noticed that the head had never shown up until the end."
"With Yunyan and Minghe following, the organizing committee can at least remember that there are participants who have not yet arrived."
This can be said to be very characteristic... Lou Cheng complained secretly, looked around, and finally found the table card with his name written on it.
Just as he was about to get closer, another acquaintance came into his eyes. Ren Li, with loose black hair and straight eyes, opened big eyes that seemed to only be found in comics, and walked by with a woman in a white dress.
The woman does not wear makeup, her face is upright, with bangs that half cover her eyebrows, she is beautiful and refined, at first glance, she seems to be only twenty-three or twenty-four years old, but her eyes are deep, black as lacquer, and she has experienced the world. The flavor overflows.
As a loyal fan of top professional competitions and title battles, Lou Chengcheng recognized who she was without anyone's introduction, a first-rank powerhouse from Kongtong Academy, Ren Li's master, "Yao Ri Sword" Qi Ling.
From her appearance and attire, it is really difficult to see that she belongs to the same generation as her master and "Empress" Fei Dan. The exact age is at her strong request. Various information is unknown, but it must be in the early 50s.
She has been in the professional competition for 20 or 30 years, and she always lost the chance to win the title by accident. So far, she has no other honors except for the championship of several sects competing for supremacy.
It is said that in the years since "Luo Empress" made her debut, she was always compared with her because of the same stunning appearance and the same strength, and she was called "Little Qi Ling". For a period of time, she was the sufferer of "Queen Luo".
Seeing Ning Zitong, Qi Ling smiled lightly and said:
"This dress of yours is so interesting, colorful and beautifully matched."
"Where, how can it compare to senior Qi's clear water coming out of hibiscus, without staining a little dust, even the most ordinary dress can surprise the audience." Ning Zitong smiled sweetly, "It's just that I, as a former 'grandmaster', wait a minute You have to go on stage to draw lots, and you have to be more formal."
She emphasized the tone of "former master" - she has won two titles, one "king" and one "grandmaster", but both of them were held by Dragon King and Martial Saint Shining in the present.
Qi Ling's expression froze for a moment, then she nodded elegantly with a smile:
"Then I won't delay you."
After finishing speaking, she led Ren Li to the side. During the whole process, the latter kept a ladylike silence without saying a word.
After walking a few steps, Ren Li lowered her voice and asked:
"Master, who was that just now?"
"Ning Zitong of Dragon and Tiger." Qi Ling replied flatly.
Ren Li suddenly realized:
"I just said that the person next to her looks like Lou Cheng, so it's really him!"
I haven't seen him for nearly three months. As a competent face-blind person, she is no longer familiar with Lou Cheng's appearance.
On the other side, it wasn't until he sat at the dining table that Lou Cheng vaguely sensed the sarcasm in the conversation between "Queen Luo" and Qi Ling just now.
They ridiculed each other for being old-fashioned, like witches, and "Queen Luo" completed the fatal blow with the title,
Khan, this dialogue makes it look like a monk playing a game...
Withdrawing his thoughts and looking around, Lou Cheng saw a group of strong men that he had only seen on TV. Some of them have been around for more than ten or twenty years, and some have just broken through for a few years and are rapidly rising, but their names are all different. I am familiar with it, and as for the faces, some of them have even appeared on the posters I pasted in my bedroom.
At this moment, a man over 1.9 meters tall came in at the door. He was wearing a very close-fitting martial arts uniform, which was light white in color and interspersed with dark red. It was woven with special materials. As he walked, he showed masculinity and majesty. Strong lines.
His sideburns are combed upwards, his black hair is tied in a bun that is common to ancient warriors, his outline is rigid, his facial features are not handsome, but he has a masculine look looking at all directions. He is the chief of Yanzhao Hall, "Queen Luo" Dong Baxian, a warrior of Ning Zitong's generation, is now 44 years old.
Before the era of "Absolute Double Pride", he had won four titles, two kings, one grand master, and one super grade, and was called the "War King". He was a highly anticipated strong man at that time. , met "Martial Sage" and "Dragon King". In the next few years, when Lou Cheng was a freshman, he only got the title of Grandmaster.
However, he seems to have gradually adjusted his mentality and stepped out of the shadows. In the past two years, he has made great progress and regained his brilliance. He won two titles in a row, last year's "Wu Sheng", last month's "Kirin", There is a kind of courage not to let the "Dragon King" and "Wu Sheng" specialize in the past, and become the "other" warrior who won the most titles in the era of peerless double pride.
Different from the unsmiling majesty of the "Dragon King", Dong Baxian smiled in contempt, chatting and laughing happily with the strong outsiders around him from time to time. They are members of Yanzhaotang, with bright appearance and graceful demeanor, and they like to imitate the first-class products of famous scholars in Wei and Jin Dynasties Lin Shuyao, who was first called by Dong Baxian to be the strongest in the future, the second-rank Wang Que, who was just 29 years old, and the third-rank Hu Shubai, who was promoted by Wang Que for only one year...
Looking away, Lou Cheng saw Li Hao, the chairman of the Jiuqu City Martial Arts Association, boarded the half-height platform and was about to give a speech.
At this time, all the strong outsiders who were coming arrived, and the gate was slowly closed, leaving only a few cooperative media inside.
After the speeches of several guests, Li Hao, who is also the person in charge of this year's organizing committee, said with a smile:
"This year, there are five young friends who are newly promoted to the Waigang. As a competition aimed at cultivating martial arts masters, I would like to select one of them to unveil the curtain of this competition..."
In the first half of the year, Gou Wen of the Xuanwu sect, Meng Liang of Shizhou Island, and in August of the second half of the year, Loucheng of the Ice God Sect, Peng Leyun of the Shangqing Sect, and Ren Li of the Kongtong Academy broke through within a few days. The year with the most dragonmen.
This proposal was approved by everyone's applause, and Li Hao asked the hostess to bring a large glass bottle, which contained five small balls, each with a crack, and hidden a ball of paper with the name written on it.
It's not a one-third, one-fifth probability... The corner of Lou Cheng's mouth twitched. It must be my intuition. He watched Senior Li Hao take out a small ball, pulled out a ball of paper, and spread it out. .
"Dragon Tiger Club, Lou Cheng." Li Hao laughed.
Sure enough... Lou Cheng smiled lightly and shook his head.
"I invite the former grandmaster, 'Queen of Luo' Ning Zitong, to draw Lou Cheng's opponent for us." Li Hao spread his arms and invited.
Ning Zitong stood up, Pingping Tingting came to the stage, and took out the crumpled paper from another box.
Stretching out and staring at it, the corners of Ning Zitong's mouth slowly curled up, revealing a meaningful and beautiful smile.
Seeing this, Lou Cheng was terrified, and felt that this lottery might not be very good.
After a few seconds, Ning Zitong said in a clear voice:
"Wu Yue will..."
Damn, evil fate... you won't fight with my senior sister, will you? Or "clown"? Lou Cheng's heart skipped a beat.
In a loose sense, Wu Yue will be regarded as his teacher...
Hearing these three words, there was a commotion in the arena, and everyone outside was full of interest.
Ning Zitong paused for two seconds before continuing to announce:
"Xin Xiaoyue!"
Huh, it's okay... Lou Cheng heaved a sigh of relief.
This is a strong outsider of the Wuyuehui Hanchi Sect, who only jumped over the Dragon Gate at the end of the year before last.
But she must not be underestimated, there were no people who could break through to the Waigang after the age of thirty, and there are no more than five fingers now, and she is one of them!
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