The Legend of the Condor Heroes: I became one of the Five Great Masters by drawing cards

Chapter 107 Am I a substitute?
Boss Hong?
He had a rectangular face, a slight beard under his chin, big hands and feet, and was wearing a clean patched beggar's suit. Behind him was a large vermilion lacquered wine gourd.

With this appearance and dress, who else could it be but Hong Qigong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect?
"It's Gang Leader Hong!"

"Boss Hong is not dead, we've been deceived!"

When the beggars saw him being supported by a young girl onto the platform, they immediately became noisy and bustling.

The presence of Hong Qigong himself was more convincing than Huang Rong's martial arts demonstration. As soon as he showed up, the beggars immediately came to their senses.

The three elders of the Clean Clothes Sect looked at each other, but Lu Youjiao of the Dirty Clothes Sect had already stepped forward to pay his respects.

"Lu Youjiao sees"

Before he could finish his words, a man suddenly jumped out from the crowd. It was the old poisonous man Ouyang Feng, whose voice he had only heard just now.

"This person is not the Seventh Brother!"

Elder Peng seemed to have been prepared and spoke at the right moment: "Could you be Mr. Ouyang, the Western Poison?"

"That's right! Brother Seven was severely injured by the Quanzhen Seventh Master and Huang Lao Xie that day. I saw it with my own eyes. How could it be false?"

This Western Poison is also a master who has been famous for decades. Ordinary people don’t know what kind of person he is, but what he says really carries some weight.

The two of them sang in unison, leaving the beggars, big and small, completely confused.

"If Old Gang Leader Hong was really killed, then who was this person?"

"Ah! I understand!"

Qiu Qianren, who was beside Yang Kang, suddenly shouted, attracting the attention of the beggars again.

These few people spoke in a few words, and the timing was perfect, as if they had rehearsed it several times beforehand.

Gu Ping'an and the others exchanged glances with each other, wanting to see what was going on. So they didn't say anything and just watched their performance quietly.

"Boss Qiu, what do you understand?"

Elder Liang couldn't stand being kept in suspense. At this moment, it was difficult to tell whether the old gang leader was real or fake, so he subconsciously urged him.

"Bring the person up!" Qiu Qianren nodded at him and waved the palm-leaf fan in his hand upwards.

The crowd parted to the left and right, and two Iron Palm Gang disciples carried an old man wearing the same yellow gauze short shirt and with a white beard out and onto the stage.

The man's figure and appearance were exactly the same as Qiu Qianren. He was Qiu Qianzhang, the big idiot who was swindling people in the martial arts world.

"Who are you? Tell me yourself!"

"I'm a humble man." Qiu Qianzhang said, his back hunched, his face full of sorrow. "My name is Liu Laosan, and I'm a hunter from Tanxi Town, below Iron Palm Peak."

Liu Laosan?

Gu Ping'an was stunned. This old guy was really bold. Just for such a show, he even disowned his ancestors.

"I once had the good fortune to see the true appearance of Boss Qiu at the foot of the mountain, and I found that he resembled me 95% of the time. Only then... Only then..."

"Just what? Tell me now!"

"Cai Cai, under the name 'Iron Palm Floating on the Water', went out to the underworld to cheat people out of food and drink."

"Humph!"

Qiu Qianren snorted coldly.

"I was in seclusion on the peak, practicing my palm technique. It wasn't until I came down that I learned someone was committing crimes under the banner of the Iron Palm Gang. It wasn't until I captured them that I realized there really are people in this world who look exactly like me!"

It was the first time for the beggars to hear such a strange thing. They were stunned and fell silent for a while.

Elder Peng must have been secretly communicating with Qiu Qianren and the others, and he saw the right opportunity to speak again.

"Forgive my ignorance, but may I ask, Boss Qiu, what is the relationship between this man and our old Boss Hong?"

"Don't you understand?" Ouyang Feng sneered, "This Hong Qigong in front of you is just a knockoff like that Liu Laosan!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was in an uproar.

"Could it be true, as the West Poison said, that this is a fake?" "I've personally seen Gang Leader Hong more than once, and his voice, actions, and mannerisms don't sound like a fake!"

"How could such a coincidence happen in this world? First there's the fake Qiu Gang Leader, and now there's someone who looks so similar to the old Gang Leader Hong."

Elder Jian was not bribed, and he was not stupid. He asked, "Mr. Ouyang claims that this man is not Gang Leader Hong. Do you have any solid evidence?"

"Real evidence?"

Ouyang Feng laughed heartily.

"If that green bamboo stick isn't enough, Seventh Brother's martial arts are unrivaled in the world, and his kung fu is the best proof!"

He turned around and looked at me with a sarcastic look on his face.

"Fake, do you dare to fight me and show me the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

When the beggars in the crowd, who didn't know the truth, heard this, they all nodded repeatedly.

Gang leader Hong has extraordinary skills. As long as he shows his skills, his identity will be proven.

"Yup!"

"The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is our old leader Hong's specialty, as well as the Dog Beating Stick Technique!"

"Exactly. I see that this Western Poison is speaking in a sarcastic tone. We Beggars' Sect cannot afford to be looked down upon!"

Oops, I'm a stand-in!

Hong Qigong listened to the voices below, his expression froze, and he thought to himself.

"Ouyang Feng, Qigong saved your life at sea that day, but you shamelessly attacked him with the power of the Viper and Toad Kung Fu. This is why he was seriously injured and lost all his power."

When Mu Nianci heard him insulting the Seventh Duke, she angrily rebuked him.

"Others don't know about this, do you still dare to deny it?"

Ouyang Feng's face was thicker than a city wall at this time. He turned a deaf ear to what she said and urged her again.

"Seventh Brother, if you don't take action yet, how can you prove your identity?"

He was proud for a moment, but his true identity was exposed. However, the situation was in chaos and no one noticed his slip of the tongue.

What Mu Nianci said was reasonable, and many people believed it. However, after all, Hong Qigong was unable to prove himself, and most of the disciples were still deceived.

Although Gu Ping'an could fight Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren alone, with the help of Jing Rong and the others, he was clearly in superior strength.

But so many people regarded Yang Kang as their leader. If a fight really broke out, even he would not be able to resist the Beggar Gang disciples who rushed forward.

No wonder Old Poison and the others are so confident, their calculations are really good.

"Eh? Girl! Fatty, you look familiar to me. May I ask if your last name is Mu?"

Suddenly, two more people stood up from the audience, one tall and fat, the other short and thin. One of them asked loudly.

These two men each carried eight bags on their backs, and were the highest-ranking members of the Beggars' Sect, second only to the Nine-Bag Elder.

When Mu Nianci first heard the voice, she felt it was familiar. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw the two figures, and immediately remembered.

When she was thirteen years old, it was because she bandaged the wounds of two people that Qi Gong praised her for her kindness and taught her martial arts for three days, passing on a set of Xiaoyaoyou Palm Technique.

"Uncles, it's me, Nianci!"

The two beggars showed joy on their faces and immediately believed what she had said before. They loudly talked about the events of several years ago, and soon many people became hesitant again.

Ouyang Feng secretly thought this was not good, and then pretended to be angry and said, "Great! Brother Seven was kind enough to teach you martial arts, but you turned your kindness against him by helping the fakes deceive his disciples. You are so vicious!"

"You!" Mu Nianci has never been good at arguing with words. She was so angry that her face turned red and her chest heaved.

Gu Ping'an glanced at her sideways, patted her shoulder lightly, and said in a light tone.

"Old Poison, this awful show has been going on for so long, isn't it time to have enough fun?"

(End of this chapter)