The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 110 The Enmity Begins

Lin Yang sat on the chair, feeling as if someone was looking at him with hatred.

But he didn't look at it, because at this moment, there was an extremely loud singing and drinking sound.

"Mr. Zhang Shiping is here!"

Sure enough, it is the No. 1 style of Jianghu Jianghu.

Lin Yang blinked and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Even the bigwigs in some other areas, as well as Yang Zhen and others who paid millions of tickets in the outer circle, looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a road slowly parting among the crowd.

A middle-aged man in a long gown, with a white face and no beard, with a calm face, his hands behind his back, walked lightly, ignoring the gazes from all around, and calmly walked towards a direction of the ring.

Behind him, there is another young man with a cold face and cold eyes, holding a Tang knife with a simple scabbard in his hand, walking meticulously, closely following the middle-aged man.

"This is Mr. Zhang Shiping? He really has an extraordinary bearing!"

"That is, Mr. Zhang can be called the leader of the Jianghu alliance in Jiang Province, and he can order all heroes, even the official chief of Jiang Province, to treat each other with courtesy."

"It is said that Mr. Zhang's Tang knife is so superb that it is easy to get out of the sheath. Once it is out of the sheath, the sky will be full of blood."

"There once was a big boss in an area who didn't follow the rules and didn't listen to Mr. Zhang's mediation, which annoyed Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang killed the big boss in that area with a Tang knife and established his authority."

Those who stood far away couldn't help but admire the middle-aged man who appeared.

The demeanor of the middle-aged man is so extraordinary, there is a sense of gentleness and sternness.

When the three of Yang Zhen looked at the middle-aged man, their eyes sparkled with excitement.

The attention of everyone is the goal of their struggle. Even at this moment, they feel such a pride in their hearts.

The group of heroes sitting on nearly a hundred chairs around the log arena saw the middle-aged man approaching, and they were all shocked. They quickly stood up from their chairs and clasped their fists in the direction of the middle-aged man.

"I met Mr. Zhang Shiping."

The voice is powerful and majestic, which is enough to show that Zhang Shiping's prestige in Jiang Province is astonishing.

However, after everyone stood up, Lin Yang was still sitting on the chair, indifferent.

Seeing this, Gao Fei felt a little crying and laughing in his heart. He felt that Mr. Lin was too condescending. That was Zhang Shiping, who cut Jiang Province with a Tang knife, and no one could resist it. If Zhang Shiping saw such rudeness, he might To suffer.

He could only hope that, with everyone standing up, Lin Yang was submerged in the crowd, and Zhang Shiping didn't see it.

However, things backfired.

Zhang Shiping, who was walking between the two human walls like an elegant Confucian, saw a cold light flash in his eyes when he saw everyone standing up, but a young man didn't move.

However, his steps are still steady, without the slightest mess.

Under the watchful eyes of all the gangsters standing up, he walked to the south side of the arena and sat down on a special sandalwood chair in the first row of all the chairs, with the boy holding a knife standing behind him.

"Everyone, sit down!"

Zhang Shiping waved his hands around and said in a peaceful voice.

At this time, the bosses around the ring clasped their fists in thanks, and sat back in their chairs.

This scene fell in the eyes of the three of Yang Zhen, making them even more envious.

This is the man, this is the achievement.

Compared with the status they have achieved now, Zhang Shiping in front of them is completely poor.

They clenched their fists involuntarily, and secretly vowed in their hearts that it would take several years, or even ten years, to achieve such an achievement and stand proudly among the best.

"In the past year, what grievances and grievances you have, you can start.

In this arena, the losing side, according to the old rules, will satisfy all the demands of the winning side. If they can’t, they can leave the rivers and lakes, dismiss their subordinates, and I will let you wash your hands. "

Zhang Shiping sat there.

Behind him, there was an empty space, and no big boss dared to sit behind him, but they were just lined up on both sides like courtiers.

At this moment when his voice fell, the bosses around the ring were a little silent, with different thoughts, wanting to see the direction of the wind, and some didn't want to get ahead.

Du Xiongfang, who was newly opened, suddenly turned his head and looked at Gao Fei coldly.

Beside him, sat a man in his 30s. His skin was wheat-yellow, as if cast in bronze.

Du Xiongfang only glanced at it, then looked away, and was about to speak out, but at this moment, someone took the lead.

"Wen Delu, you sent someone to assassinate the vice president of our group. You don't follow the rules of the world. I will use today's meeting to force you to get out of Bi Guang."

A boss suddenly stood up, pointed at a boss named Wen Delu on the other side, and shouted angrily.

Judging by his appearance, he seemed really angry.

"Tan Tongsheng, I also wanted to get rid of you a long time ago. Now that you have jumped out, I will fight you in this first grievance arena."

The man named Wen Delu was very thin, with high cheekbones, large eyes, and looked a bit cloudy.

Just as he finished speaking, a young man sitting beside him stood up.

This young man is not very old, he should be 78, but his face is pale, as if he lacks blood.

The young man took a step forward and ran towards the log arena, his speed getting faster and faster.

When he reached the log ring, which was only one meter away, he suddenly stepped on the ground, only to hear a bang, and the young man jumped up directly by the force of the ground's counter-shock, and rushed up to the two-meter-long ring in the air. .

Such a scene fell in the eyes of many people, and they all let out a sigh.

The athletes you usually see can't easily jump on the two-meter high platform, but this young man looks very easy.

This is incredible, and makes most people who have never been in contact with Jianghu feel that Jianghu is like this, and the physique of a master exceeds the limit of ordinary people.

After seeing this person, Lin Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.

His spiritual power is strong, and his perception is different from other people. After this person walked out, he felt that this person's body was losing vitality every moment. This loss was different from ordinary people, a little faster.

Especially the moment the young man stepped on the ground and rushed to the ring, the speed at which his vitality was lost suddenly increased several times.

Lin Yang guessed in silence that this young man should have practiced a special technique.

He remembered that in the world of cultivating immortals in the starry sky, some exercises were very special, and they were extremely painful to practice. At the cost of overdrawing their lives and even their souls, they exchanged for a rapid improvement in their cultivation.

This kind of exercise requires a person with great perseverance and a firm mind, so that there is a one in ten thousand chance to succeed in it.

Moreover, once the practice starts, it will be a race against time day and night. If one can successfully overcome the catastrophe and soar up in the daytime, one can jump the dragon's gate with a carp, and the lost vitality and soul can be reconsummated.

Unfortunately, he has not heard of anyone who has succeeded.

(End of this chapter)