Martial Arts: 10,000 times return, accept Xiaolongnu as apprentice at the beginning

These scenes were all engraved in Cheng Yaojia's heart.

It became the most precious memory of her life.

Although Cheng Yaojia herself knew that an ordinary woman like herself was destined to find it difficult to approach that god-like man.

But she couldn't help but secretly look at Su Liu, as if she wanted to engrave this figure deeply in her heart.

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On the left, Liu Sheng Piaoxu also said nothing, and a hint of confusion appeared in his cold eyes.

The bizarre things she experienced tonight.

No less than Cheng Yaojia.

I was captured for no apparent reason, became someone else's slave for no apparent reason, and gained a new master for no apparent reason...

But I am willing to do it.

There was no resistance to the man's orders.

Liu Sheng Piaoxu looked confused, bit her red lips lightly, and subconsciously looked at the man in front of her who was leaning against the ox head and closing his eyes to rest, and murmured silently in her heart:

"what's wrong with me?"

It seemed that he felt that the atmosphere at the moment was a little strange.

Huang Rong pursed her lips and spoke first:

"Brother Su, at tomorrow's Beggars' Clan meeting, how are you going to expose the Japanese man's conspiracy?"

Su Liu's eyes seemed half closed, and he chuckled as if in a dream:

"What else can I do? We have all the evidence, so just tell us directly."

"But what if he doesn't admit it?

Huang Rong frowned slightly and expressed her concerns.

"The Beggars' Heroes Conference is a grand gathering for all Beggars' Sects in the world. The number of people present is probably in the tens of thousands, including many of Nangong Ling's confidants."

"Once a mutiny breaks out, I'm afraid it will cause a huge mess!"

But Su Liu smiled slightly, raised his hand to play with Huang Rong's smooth hair, and said softly:

"Even if it's a huge army, it's nothing in my eyes, let alone a group of beggars?"

"A bunch of beggars, even if they get together, they are still a mob."

At this point, Su Liu's mouth curled up into a faint smile, and he leaned close to Huang Rong's ear, sniffing the girl's hair, and said with a smile:

"Good Rong'er, wait and see tomorrow, there might be something exciting to watch!"

Feeling the hot breath coming from her ears, Huang Rong's fair face flushed slightly. She raised her hand and slapped Su Liu's hand away, scolding him;

"No nonsense!"

Looking at how close the two of them are.

Cheng Yaojia bit her thin lips lightly, a trace of sadness flashing through her heart.

"Perhaps, only a fairy-like woman like Sister Rong'er can be worthy of a fairy-like figure like Taoist Priest Su."

Then she smiled with relief.

"To have had a relationship with a deity like Taoist Master Su is already a blessing earned through several lifetimes. Why would I expect more?"

Cheng Yaojia smiled sweetly and said silently in her heart:

"It's better to forget each other in the arena."

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A quarter of an hour later, Su Liu sent Cheng Yaojia back to the Cheng Mansion.

When the Cheng family members saw the Taoist priest in white riding on the five-colored divine bull, they were all shocked and thought that an immortal had descended to earth. Some even knelt down and kowtowed.

Not only do we worship immortals, we also worship the sacred cows.

Finally, after Cheng Yaojia's strenuous explanation, everyone believed that the Taoist priest in white was not an immortal god, but a chivalrous hero.

But even so, everyone present still revered him as a god.

At the strong pleading of Cheng Yaojia and the Cheng family.

Su Liu finally decided to stay at Cheng's house for one night and go to the Beggars' Clan's Heroes Conference early tomorrow morning! .

Chapter 230 The curtain opens on the competition for the position of the leader of the Beggars' Sect!

The next day, early morning.

The headquarters of the Jiangnan Beggars' Sect.

Because it is located in the south of the Yangtze River, this headquarters is also built on the waterside.

Not only does it cover a vast area, it is also built quite luxuriously.

If someone is not aware of the situation, they would never imagine in their dreams that this beautiful place with mountains and rivers would be a holy place in the minds of beggars all over the world.

Today, the Beggars' Sect headquarters is extremely lively.

Not only did tens of thousands of Beggars' Sect members gather here, but also people from various factions all over the world came to watch the ceremony.

Because today, the old gang leader Wang Jiantong stepped down and made way for someone more capable.

The Southern Beggars' Sect will elect a new leader!

This kind of grand event is not only extremely grand for the Beggars' Sect, but also has a profound impact on the entire martial arts world. Therefore, there are no less than thousands of people present today.

The huge headquarters was bustling with people and extremely lively.

But beneath this lively atmosphere, there is a hidden undercurrent.

In the center of the crowd, there was a martial arts arena paved with thick green.

On the martial arts field, two young men stood on each side.

On the left, a big man stood proudly.

This man is tall and strong, extremely muscular, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, majestic, handsome, with a pair of eyes that shoot cold stars, and when he looks around, he is extremely powerful.

This figure was naturally Qiao Feng.

At this moment, he stood still, his eyes like lightning, staring coldly at the person opposite him.

And opposite him.

A young man stood there with a smile on his face.

This man was quite handsome, wearing a blue shirt with only a few symbolic patches on it. He had a warm smile on his face, making people feel like they were in the spring breeze. He looked quite approachable.

This young man is one of the two successors of the Southern Beggars' Sect.

Nangong Ling, the adopted son of the old gang leader Wang Jiantong.

Qiao Feng's eyes were as sharp as lightning as he stared at Nangong Ling coldly, as if there was a flash of cold lightning in his eyes.

"This bastard is so hypocritical!"

Behind him, Hong Qigong's whispers could be heard quietly.

"Feng boy, control your anger!"

"The more critical the moment, the more you need to control your emotions!"

Qiao Feng took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and whispered:

"The Heroes Conference is about to begin, why hasn't Brother Su arrived yet?"

Hearing this, Hong Qigong also smiled bitterly and said helplessly:

"Isn't this kid so intoxicated by the gentleness of life that he forgot about the important things?"

Qiao Feng's eyes also became a little strange, but he still shook his head and said firmly:

"Brother Su has great righteousness in his heart and is definitely not a treacherous person..."

Hong Qigong sighed and said worriedly:

"The conference is about to begin. Among the ten elders of the Beggars' Sect, nine are from Nangong Ling's faction. Although I want to support you, I am from the Dirty Clothes faction after all..."

"If Su hadn't come, today would have been a bit tricky!"

"If we allow Nangong Ling, this Japanese bastard, to succeed in taking over, the consequences will be disastrous. Even if we have all the evidence, it will be extremely difficult to bring him down in the future..."

Qiao Feng looked solemn and whispered:

"Do your best and obey destiny."

"Qiao must defeat this bastard's plot even if it means he is torn to pieces!"

Now that things have come to this, there is only one solution.

That is to defeat Nangong Ling by force and turn the game around, so that you will have the confidence to compete with Nangong Ling!

Thinking of this, Qiao Feng's eyes turned cold, as if there was a flash of cold lightning in his eyes, his hands were clenched into fists, and his eyes became more and more fierce, like a sword.

"Nangong Ling, I will never let your trick succeed!"

At this moment, in the headquarters, countless people's eyes were focused on Qiao Feng and Nangong Ling.

Among those looking at Qiao Feng, most were middle and lower level disciples of the Beggars' Sect.

Most of these people have received favors from Qiao Feng, but they have no say in the selection of the gang leader.

On the contrary, most of those who support Nangong Ling are powerful figures in the Beggars' Sect, including the Elder who holds the stick and the Elder who holds the bowl.

In fact, according to common sense, whether in terms of character, martial arts, or contribution to the Beggars' Sect, Qiao Feng is superior to Nangong Ling.

But what can be done? Nangong Ling is too good at dealing with people and winning people's hearts. Most importantly, the conditions he offered are too generous.

Even a figure like the elder of the Beggars' Sect couldn't help but be tempted.

After all, it is a complete heavenly martial art!

For people in the martial arts world.

A heavenly martial art is probably more attractive than ten thousand taels of gold!

Nangong Ling's eyes swept across the stands, scanning the bodies of the ten elders one by one. Finally, a hint of sarcasm rose in the corner of his mouth, and he sneered:

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“Nine out of the ten elders are my people!

"Qiao Feng, what can you, a barbarian, do to fight me?"

At this time, a middle-aged man in the crowd slowly stood up, his eyes slowly swept over the people in the Beggars' Sect and the martial artists, and bowed and said:

"I am Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of the Beggars' Sect!"

"Thank you all the Beggars' Sect brothers and all the heroes for coming!"

"Today, Ma, under the order of old Gang Leader Wang, convenes a heroes' meeting here in order to select a person with the best character and martial arts skills to become the new leader of our Beggars' Gang!"

Ma Dayuan looked serious and said word by word:

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"The good news is that there are actually two such people in my Beggars' Sect!"

"The sad thing is, there is only one position of gang leader!"

"After much discussion, nine out of ten elders favored Nangong Ling, but Senior Hong, the leader of the Northern Beggars' Sect, who is of the same blood as us, recognized Qiao Feng!"

"Under this circumstance, we can only make a decision. We will choose the final candidate for the leader of the gang as warriors. The winner of this duel will be the winner!"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a thunderclap, causing everyone present to boil with excitement.

"For warriors like me, martial arts are always our priority. This kind of competition is fair!"

"Hiss, although Nangong Ling is extremely talented, he is still a few years younger than Qiao Feng, right? With his abilities, can he compete with Qiao Feng?"

"That's difficult! It seems that this time, the final winner might be Qiao Feng!"