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Chapter 243 The most hidden person! (1)

The most hidden person! (1)

The topic once again turned to the martial arts leader, and Lin Jiamu, who had just shared the same hatred with Shen Fengchu, changed his face instantly.

"You were born in the northwest, and you are not from the Central Plains. How can you lead my Central Plains martial arts?"

"Is there something wrong with Pavilion Master Lin's words? I heard clearly just now that whoever has the highest martial arts will be the leader of the martial arts!" Shen Fengchu looked at his face contemptuously, "Although I was born in the Northwest, I also People from Jianghu, besides, since this Jianghu belongs to people from all over the world, how can there be any people from the Central Plains, people from Northwest China or other people, why don’t you come and defeat me if the pavilion master refuses to accept it?”

Lin Jiamu's face turned blue with anger.

Just now, Lin Jiamu had been defeated by Ghost Face Xiu Luo, and Ghost Face Xiu Luo had been defeated by Shen Fengchu. It was obvious that Shen Fengchu was stronger than him.

Now that he is already injured, if he challenges Shen Fengchu again, won't it be the same as sending him to death?

"Although my martial arts are not as good as yours, my Central Plains Wulin has a lot of talents. I don't believe it. Is there no one in my Central Plains Wulin who is your opponent?" Taking a light breath, he turned to look at the people under the high stage, "Dear Jianghu brothers, Could it be that you want to see my Central Plains martial arts handed over to the barbarians in the Northwest, if this is the case, what face do we have to go out of the rivers and lakes?"

Lin Jiamu deliberately emphasized Shen Fengchu's identity in order to stir up the national and ethnic sentiments of everyone in the stands, and wanted someone to stand up and suppress Shen Fengchu.

However, even if there are people in the audience who want to fight for the upper hand, they have to see if they have the strength.

Therefore, although there were many people in the audience who agreed with Lin Jiamu, they just talked about it, and no one really dared to stand up and challenge Shen Fengchu.

Seeing that no one showed up, Lin Jiamu turned to look at the two beside him, "Master Huaihai, are you really going to let it go?"

"Amitabha!" Master Huaihai clapped his hands and recited the Buddha's name, "The pavilion owner should know that my Shaolin Temple will never participate in the battle for the leader of the martial arts, not to mention that there is nothing wrong with what this young hero said, whether it is Northwesterners or Central Plains people, they are all Jianghu people, there is nothing wrong with the talented and capable being the leader of the martial arts!"

Lin Jiamu turned his eyes, and looked unwillingly at Wudang disciple Yan Zili, "What did Mr. Yan say?"

Yan Zili smiled faintly, "Come down to Xiaoshan, just to represent Wudang to participate in the martial arts conference!"

Even the immortal immortal on Wudang Mountain will not compete for the number one place in the world. Under the guidance of precepts and deeds, Wudang disciples are all self-cultivation and self-cultivation, and do not compete with the world. The position of ally?
Seeing the indifferent appearance of the two, Lin Jiamu was angry and helpless, and when he turned his eyes to see Ning Ziyu standing behind Mu Qingnian, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Ning Shaoxia, could it be that even you don't have the courage to challenge him?!"

Ning Ziyu stared at Shen Fengchu who was dressed in red with fluttering sleeves on the high platform, and smiled faintly.

He is indifferent by nature, and he has no interest in any martial arts leader, let alone that night, Shen Fengchu used a bank note to help him out of the siege, this favor has not been repaid, so how could he go to grab it with Shen Fengchu.

"Looks like!" Shen Fengchu looked around at the crowd, his eyes casually passed Yun Chu's face, "Is the position of the next martial arts leader settled?"

"Not always!"

Under the stands, a male voice suddenly sounded as dry and hoarse as the sound of rusty iron rubbing against the crowd of spectators.

(End of this chapter)