Sleeping Arhat

Chapter 270

Everyone discussed for a long time about the ownership of the dragon-slaying sword and the golden-haired lion king, but they still couldn't come up with a good plan.Because many people have different positions, it has been difficult to reach a consensus.

An old monk behind Kongzhi stood up and said, "Shaolin Pai is the master, but unfortunately the abbot suddenly fell seriously ill, and there is no one to host the grand event, which makes everyone laugh."

"Xie Xun and the Dragon Saber look like two different things. In fact, one is two, two are one. It can be treated as one thing. There are many heroes and talents in the meeting. As long as everyone shows their skills, the final hero will be on the spot. , Xie Xun is at his disposal, and he is also in charge of the Dragon Slaying Saber, so all the heroes are convinced, isn't it just right?"

Zong Weixia, the second elder of the Kongtong sect, stood up. He supported the old monk very much, so he said: "This eminent monk is right. We are all heroes with names and surnames in the rivers and lakes. Ming people don't speak dark words." Well, every family and party is a bit jealous of this dragon-slaying knife, but because of a knife, it is a bit unreasonable to ruin your reputation, or even cause serious casualties. I think everyone has to think about it, and use martial arts to make friends , so far, although the victory and defeat are divided, it does not hurt the peace. What do you think?"

Situ Qianzhong smiled and said: "I see that you are so big, but you are afraid of death. It is neither colorful nor fatal. What's the point of this martial arts competition?"

Chang Jingzhi, the fourth elder of the Kongtong sect, said angrily: "If you want to hurt you, a drunkard, then you don't need to be called a color."

Situ Qianzhong blushed disapprovingly, and said with a tsk smile: "I'm just joking, Mr. Chang Si, why is Mr. Chang Si so angry? Who doesn't know that Kongtong School's Qishang Quan kills people without blood. The Kongjian God Monk of Shaolin Temple , didn’t he also die under the Seven Injuries Fist? How can I, Situ Jiugui, these old bones, compare with Kong Jian Shenshang?”

"I'm a drunkard, I'm afraid I can't stand two punches, so I'm going to go down to Jiuquan to meet the monk Kongjian. Hehe." Situ Qianzhong laughed strangely, but his tone was weird and teasing, but it also implied sharpness. He really meant to kill people without seeing blood .

Hearing Situ Qianzhong's vicious words, the heroes thought to themselves: This drunkard hurts people as soon as he speaks, offending the Kongtong faction and hurting the Shaolin faction.He was rolling in the rivers and lakes, and it was a miracle that he survived at such a young age.

Zong Weixia swallowed his breath, ignored Situ Qianzhong, and said in a loud voice: "In my opinion, each school and each sect will push two masters out to compete in martial arts respectively. Which school has the highest martial arts in the end?" , Xie Xun and Dragon Saber will be handled by him." The heroes applauded loudly, saying that this method is the best.

But in this way, the situation would naturally be impossible to become chaotic. When Zhao Min heard Zong Weixia's words, Liu Mei frowned subconsciously, and stared at Zong Weixia with bright eyes like autumn water, feeling displeased in his heart.

But at this time, Zhao Min was not the only one who was unhappy, but also other people. Most of the Shaolin monks frowned, quite displeased.Even Chen Hou lowered his head, staring at the ground sharply, holding the hilt of his sword in his right hand, wondering what he was thinking.

A middle-aged man with a white face and a slight beard stood up, waved a gold-painted folding fan, and said with an unrestrained expression: "I think that Zong Erxia's opinion is very serious. When we compete in martial arts, although we talk about it to the end, we can't use weapons and fists. If you have eyes, if you miss, it is the fate of each other. Teachers and friends of the same sect are not allowed to come out to challenge and retaliate, otherwise they will become entangled and the fight will end."

All the heroes said: "That's right, that's exactly what it should be."

"Everyone, when it comes to martial arts competition, we have to recommend a few seniors who are respected and respected by everyone to be notarized. In case you say you win, I say I win, and there will be endless disputes." An old man in black Said.

Situ Qianzhong laughed and said, "Don't you know whether you win or lose? Who is as shameless as you?"

The old man in black robe knew Situ Qianzhong's nonsense character, and he didn't want to argue with him, so he just pricked up his ears and continued to discuss with the group of heroes.

Zong Weixia took another step forward and said: "It's better to recommend a few notaries. The Shaolin sect is the master, and Master Kongzhi is naturally one."

A short, fat man in the crowd said loudly, "I recommend Mr. Sun from Changbai Mountain."

Another middle-aged woman said: "Shuangyi in the east of Zhejiang is so powerful that it shakes the south of the Yangtze River. His two brothers are upright and selfless, and they just happen to be notaries." He is a prestigious hero in the rivers and lakes.

Suddenly, a middle-aged nun in the Emei sect said coldly: "What kind of notary are you recommending? There is no need for it at all." Her voice was not very loud, but it penetrated into everyone's ears clearly, obviously her internal strength was cultivated Quite remarkable.

Situ Qianzhong laughed and said, "Ask this teacher, why don't you use a notary?"

The old nun said: "When two people fight, the one who lives wins, and the one who dies loses. Lord Yan is a notary." After hearing these cold words, everyone felt a chill on their backs.

"Is it a matter of life and death?" Wu Xian muttered a few words, and he looked at the teacher with a lot of hostility.

Situ Qianzhong said: "We make friends through martial arts, and we have no deep hatred. Why do we have to judge life and death? Monastics are based on compassion. Isn't this master's words afraid of the Buddha's anger?"

The nun said coldly: "You talk nonsense with others, and you have to behave yourself in front of Emei disciples."

Situ Qianzhong picked up the white jade jug, took a sip of the wine, and said with a smile, "Tsk tsk tsk! What a powerful Emei sect. As the saying goes: A good man does not fight with a woman, and a good alcoholic does not fight with a nun!"

Suddenly there were two swishing sounds, the sound of piercing through the air, and two small rosary beads shot towards them. Wu Xian had already noticed that with just a touch of his foot, he had already rushed out.And when the two small rosary beads flew over, Wu Xian knew that they were thunderbolts from the Western Regions, and with a soft qi roll in his hand, the thunderfire bombs were sent to the sky by the energy, and suddenly there were two explosions in mid-air , the sound was like thunder, sharp and ear-piercing, just listening to this thunderous explosion, one knew how powerful it was.

Before Situ Qianzhong could react, he suddenly saw a figure standing in front of him, saw two pebble-sized objects flying in the sky, and then saw two crackling sounds, he still had lingering fear in his heart, his face was full of shock and shock. Angry, he hurriedly thanked Wu Xian, and then said to everyone in Emei like a spoiled voice: "The stinky nuns of the Emei school are so majestic, don't you see that others have differences with you?"

"Sure enough, villains and women are difficult to raise. If you beat me, a drunkard, with dignity, you will take this life, but you are really despicable and shameless to use such a vicious hidden weapon to attack me, heh, bah." Situ Qian Zhong still disdained to spit to the side, the contemptuous look in his eyes, the contemptuous expression on his face, as if everyone in the Emei Sect was not as precious as the saliva just now in his eyes.

"The Emei sect is deceiving people too much." "It's really unjust to attack people unexpectedly." "A woman is really a woman, so it's hard to be elegant."

(End of this chapter)