Hero Cultivation System

"Who?" the man named Tu shouted angrily from the first row of the auditorium on the right.

Jingxu knew who it was as soon as he heard the signature lion's roar, and simply took back the words that had reached his throat.

Now that this troublemaker has appeared, let him use it well. Anyway, everyone has the same purpose, and the martial arts conference has been thrown into chaos by him, so let the Wulin League and Shaolin have a taste of his power.

Liu Taishan, Fu Kong Taoist and Liu Yunhan were all happy, saying that everyone was talking about the arrival of ghosts, and the shit-stirring stick arrived in time, and now there was a good show to watch.

Among the people in the audience, a few people who had heard the sound gathered together and whispered.

"Which hero can lend me your shoulder?" The voice buzzed, as if outside the crowd. Everyone was still looking around for the speaker. Unexpectedly, he didn't answer the question, but asked such a nonsensical question.

Come.

Why are you borrowing your shoulder? Everyone can't figure it out.

However, someone actually agreed: "Master Liang, my name is Jiao Gui, please use my shoulder." The man who spoke had a Bashu accent and was standing almost in the middle of the crowd, and he obviously knew the person coming.

Those who know expect someone to make a sensational appearance, while those who don’t know look at the friend who is speaking strangely. How can you borrow your shoulders?

"Brother Jiao, thank you!"

As soon as the words stopped, a figure shot up from the back of the crowd like an angry arrow, crossed the air for more than ten meters and landed on Jiao Gui's left shoulder. He got up again with a slight click, this time flying over nearly twenty meters before he stopped.

It landed lightly on the table, not a speck of dust sticking to it.

Everyone focused their attention on him from the moment he started to jump up, until he borrowed someone's shoulders to rise and fall, and finally lowered himself to stand firmly on the stage. They didn't dare to blink at all, for fear of missing out on seeing Qinggong for the first time in their lives.

opportunity.

"Okay!" The visitor landed safely, and everyone immediately cheered.

It turned out that the purpose of borrowing the shoulder was to support the feet, but the rise and fall covered a distance of nearly forty meters, and the martial arts people present had never heard of it.

The great monk Xingkong on the stage was frightened by the sudden appearance of the figure, and he quickly stepped back in front of the other five monks before he felt safer.

"Protect the abbot, fight!" The four Shaolin monks who were standing at the edge of the stage shook the Shaolin sticks in their hands and came directly to attack Liang Gong.

Ping Ping Pong, the stick hit Liang Gong's body but was directly shocked out, leaving four dumb chickens in the air, and the monk with numbness in his hands stood in place.

"Stop! You...who are you to break into the Shaolin Temple without permission?" A certain great monk behind Xing Kong stood up and asked.

"My name is Liang Gong. I wonder if the great monk has ever heard of me?" Liang Gong looked at the stern-faced monks with a half-smile but not a smile.

"Ah! He is Liang Gong!" the audience exclaimed.

"So it's him. I asked him why he is so good at Qinggong." Many people in the audience have heard of his reputation.

Looking at the total of six great monks in front of him with a smile, the first thing he did when he got to the platform was to ask Shuai Guo to scan the opponent's force value. However, he did not expect that Shuai Guo would give an answer that was all rubbish. He even gave detailed figures.

Too lazy to give.

Xingkong and the five leaders all shook their heads, saying that they had never heard of this name. Daxia Liang, who felt very good about himself, almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

Damn it! I originally thought that I would gain some fame in the world, but feelings are nothing in the eyes of Shaolin.

The audience who saw the reaction of the Shaolin monks almost stopped in their tracks. Everyone thought that these monks were probably after money. Why didn't they even know the name of Liang Gong, the double champion of the Wudang Martial Arts Conference?

"I wonder what little donor Liang has to say when he comes on stage?" I don't know whether Gui Gui knows or not. Monk Xingkong calmed down at this time and stepped forward to face this shocking Qinggong master. However, the five leaders behind him stayed away.

Far away, don't dare to get close.

"I don't want to take this advice seriously. I just want to ask why the Wulin Alliance allowed low-level gangs such as Paihuamen and Wutonghui to join and become the second and third leaders of your alliance." After speaking, he pointed at the two people on the right viewing platform.

An old man, and the disciples behind them.

"Nonsense, both of them are famous martial arts figures." Xingkong immediately retorted, but he seemed so feeble.

The audience immediately went crazy. Does anyone know what kind of gang the flower door and five-way members are?

These two gangs of human traffickers, which rely on violent kidnapping and confusing people's hearts to gain profits, have long been notorious all over the world and have always been shameless in the martial arts. When Liang Gong said that the second and third leaders of the martial arts alliance were Paihuamen

The leaders of the Wutong Association and many people in the audience who had been seduced by Xing Kong's persuasive tongue and wanted to join the Wulin Alliance shrank back at this time.

"Okay! Are you Liang Gong?" On the right side of the auditorium, the old man who was called "Brother Tu" by the head of Wu Zhang Jingxu heard that the young man claimed to be Liang Gong. He immediately jumped up and stood up, striding towards him.

He stopped in front of him.

"Exactly. Judging from your appearance, you must be Tu Tao Zun from Wutonghui!" Mr. Tu has half-white hair, a Chinese character face and a long gray beard. He looks as kind as the neighbor's grandfather.

"What is the Five-Tonghui or Sixth-Tonghui? I am not one of them!" The old man flatly denied it.

"Tu Daozun, I just picked your Zhonghai General Forum yesterday. You should not be so forgetful. Besides, if you are old and have a bad memory, Tu Qiang behind you will not be able to forget so quickly!" Liang Gong said to him.

Watching Tu Qiang, who was hiding on the viewing platform, wave his hand, Tu Qiang was so frightened that he lowered his head.

Lu Hui, on the other hand, was quite bachelor. He sat up straight behind another old man with a smile on his face and glared at him. It seemed that this old man was his master, the master of the Flower Clan.

Facing hundreds of questioning eyes on and off the stage, Tu Sheng knew that he was too reckless, so he quickly took a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart. This was not a good time to kill the opponent to vent his anger. Wudang Jingxu was opposite him.

The others are waiting to see their good show.

So he made eye contact with Shaolin Xingkong, then returned to his seat and closed his eyes.

Everyone in the audience saw that he was thundering loudly but not raining loudly, and did not refute Liang Gong's accusation. They didn't know what kind of gourd he was selling, so they all turned their attention to Xingkong.

"Amitabha! Donor Liang, all living beings are equal. The Wulin Alliance treats all fellow martial artists equally and will not refuse any fellow who wants to revitalize the martial arts to join."

"Oh! Even the Wutong Society, which stupefied hundreds of women with drugs, stole their money and then controlled them with poisons and hypnosis, can join? You know, the Zhonghai Public Security Bureau broke up a huge human trafficker group yesterday, and its target is directly

You mean to slaughter the old man at the great monk’s seat!”

Xingkong's face changed slightly, but he was secretly cursing Tu Sheng why he didn't let him know the news first and let him sit on the wax instead.

"Donor Liang, since the national law does not allow it, it is certainly impossible for the Martial Arts Alliance to accept such villains to join. The young benefactor may have some misunderstandings with Mr. Tu. How about we get married privately after the ceremony?"

Liang Gong smiled, and with his right hand straightened like a knife, he seemed to wave twice, and a red light suddenly appeared in the afterimage.

Someone on the right side of the auditorium immediately exclaimed:

"Burning wood sword technique!"