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Chapter 221 The Extra Story: Guo Jing and Taiwu’s Successor 3
The martial arts conference was held, and everyone jumped into it.

It's just that at the door, an old man dressed as a Taoist priest was stopped by Wudang disciples, which made other knights curious. Could it be that the real Taoist priest stopped the fake Taoist priest?

"Sir, there is a banquet for ordinary people here, so you can come and sit here." Facing the old man pretending to be Guo Jing, Wudang disciples could not be violent, so they could only choose to persuade them with kind words, but Guo Jing The purpose of his visit this time is not just for a meal, he wants to meet the successor of Taiwu.

"what happened?"

A somewhat immature voice came, and everyone looked, only to see an eight-year-old girl in a Taoist robe walking over.

Is this the old man who has become sexually obsessed?
This idea flashed in some people's minds, but the Wudang disciples immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said what is here again.

Taking a look at Guo Jing's disguised old man, Taiwu Yanran had a sly look in her eyes, pretending to be indifferent and said: "In that case, let this old gentleman sit next to me."

Now that Taiwu Yanran had spoken, Wudang disciples could only arrange it like this.

Soon, Guo Jing entered the inner ranks of the martial arts conference, and he found that his position was extremely high, and he became even more curious about Taiwu Yanran.

He had noticed before that there was a powerful skill in Taiwu Yanran's body, which was comparable to a fourth-tier grand master, and it was not at all something that a little girl could master. If he hadn't confirmed that the little girl was indeed eight years old, Guo Jing might have doubted whether it was that The old monster came out in disguise.

So to rule out all the impossibilities, there is only one possibility, this little girl was passed on by a great master before she died, and considering that this girl is wearing a Wudang Taoist robe, then everything becomes clear.

This girl must be the illegitimate daughter of a certain Wudang tycoon, and the tycoon was about to die, so she passed her skills on to her daughter.

And Wudang also knew the situation of this illegitimate daughter, but for the sake of her father, he still took her under his family.

Guo Jing made up his own mind, and above, the martial arts conference had been officially held, and someone had already stepped forward to speak, and it was the real Ao Juyue, the head of the Wudang sect.

"Xiangshu is a disaster for the world. People in the martial arts like us have the most clear love and hate, so naturally we are the most affected." Juyue Zhenren said this, and the corner of his eyes meaningfully swept across Taiwu's face.

"Hey, why did he take a look here? Could it be that he saw through my disguise?" Guo Jing stroked his stained beard, looked around, and looked for the successor of Taiwu.

According to his idea, this descendant of Taiwu should be the kind of young swordsman in fluttering white clothes and holding a divine sword. Often this kind of young man likes to hit the sword immediately and become famous all over the world, so he will definitely not miss this opportunity.

It's just that when he glanced over, there were many white-clothed swordsmen, but none of them made him feel good, and even their strength was not as good as the girl before.

Guo Jing glanced at Taiwu Yanran beside him.

Where did that descendant of Taiwu go?

"The phase pivot has not been eliminated. I believe that everyone here has no time to fight for the number one in the world. However, as the saying goes, a horse cannot run without a head, and a bird cannot fly without wings. Today, I want to elect a talent and martial arts at the Wudang martial arts conference. The martial arts lord who can convince everyone led us through the crisis!"

Everyone was in an uproar, but the next moment, there was a bit of fighting spirit in everyone's eyes.

Martial artists always act recklessly and pursue fame and fortune, but now that Wudang has offered to elect a martial arts leader, no matter whether the leader is a member of Wudang in the end, Wudang must obey the leader's orders for the sake of face.

In this era without an imperial court, the leader of the martial arts is the position above ten thousand people!

"Wulin leader?" Guo Jing's eyes lit up. If he became the leader of the martial arts, would he be able to find the successor of Taiwu?
"It's such a boring trick again." Taiwu Yanran who was on the side made a "cut" sound.

"Oh, could it be that this martial arts leader is a fake?" Guo Jing asked curiously.

"Although it is not fake, a martial arts conference will be held every 10 years. Each leader can only reign for ten years, and some leaders will not survive ten years."

Taiwu Yanran directly stated the essence of the martial arts leader, which is a shield that some sects do not want to charge forward.

"Then don't other people know?" Guo Jing pointed to the excited martial arts people around him.

"How could it be possible not to know, but there is great righteousness and interests, and everyone else thinks that they will be a special one." Taiwu Yanran said with some disdain.

In the past, after the Taiwu heirs cooperated with the martial arts leader a few times, they never dealt with each other again, because the so-called martial arts leader was too selfish, and even those who were dedicated to serving the public would be depressed because of the constraints of other sects .

While Guo Jing and the others were speaking, other arenas had already been set up, and some people couldn't wait to step forward and challenge.

The tiger of Taiyuan, the little overlord of Jiangdong, the great general of Liaodong... all the titles that make people feel unclear are revealed, and the martial arts crowd onlookers admire them for a while.

But when Guo Jing saw their competition, he found that it was a group of rookies pecking at each other, not even a Tier [-] Grandmaster.

"Is this a martial arts master?" Guo Jing asked suspiciously. If the so-called martial arts masters are such a thing, then the difficulty of this world is too low.

"However, a group of gangsters, at most, show their teeth and claws in the village. The real masters are still waiting and watching."

In the world of Taiwu, exercises below the seventh rank are widely circulated, most of which are handed down by the sect to select disciples, and the highest can reach the innate realm.

And the skills below the fourth rank can give people the opportunity to break through to the realm of the master. The third-rank grand master, the second-rank martial saint, and the first-rank gods are too difficult. Even though all schools have the first-rank gods, few people get started. Even at the beginning, it is difficult to cultivate to a high level.

"Isn't there food here?" Guo Jing sniffled and smelled a fragrance.

The food on the other side has already been served, but let alone the food on this side, there is not even a tea and water pourer.

Taiwu Yanran rolled her eyes, "There are all martial arts people here, and they are fighting. If you eat something, you will be taken as a provocation by others."

People in martial arts value face the most. If you dare to sit aside and watch a show while they are fighting, maybe they will stop fighting and beat you up.

It is precisely because of this that there is no consideration for food at all. As for the other side, there are rich and powerful merchants from all over the world. Some of them are ordinary people, so they prepared these.

"Forget it, you are pitiful, I still have something to eat here, so go and eat."

Looking at the bowl of steaming plain noodles that Taiwu Yanran took out, the corners of Guo Jing's mouth twitched.

Such a big bowl of noodles, where did Taiwu Yanran hide before?

(End of this chapter)