Wu Xuanhui Kowloon Headquarters.

On a small island where the mountains and rivers of Kowloon meet, clusters of antique palace buildings and gardens loom in the background.

It's late at night!

A motorboat cut through the water, split the waves, and docked on the shore.

The Dharma Protector man on the shore who was holding a longbow and wearing a black suit scolded: "What kind of person, dare to break into the Wuxuan Society, I am impatient." ”

"It's me!"

Coming down from the boat was a middle-aged man in a black shirt with a solemn face, and he was followed closely by the manager of Xie Caishen's underground casino.

"Yo, it's Mr. Xiang, old man, they are holding an incense hall meeting, do you want to wait?"

The guards looked at each other and greeted politely.

"Hmph, do you have to wait when I see my father?"

"Dog thing, it's a big delay, I want your head, get out of the way!"

Xiang Shaohua slapped the guard and led the people to the island.

"You really asked for it, even Xiang Ye dared to block it, and I was impatient."

Several of the guards next to him laughed at the man who had been beaten.

"Damn, this isn't a death order from the president, and no one is allowed on the island."

"What a cow, a horse, sooner or later it will hit the street!"

The beaten guard spat out a mouthful of blood foam aggrievedly, and cursed a few words in his mouth.

Inside the incense hall of the Wuxuan Society.

The statue of Guan Erye is offered on the top, and the smoke of incense sticks curls.

On the Taishi chair at the head of the hall, an old man wearing a long gray horse coat, holding a smoking gun, and a broad-faced silver beard was smoking a pot with his brows tightly locked.

He is Xiang Ying, the president of the Wuxuan Society, the mid-stage grandmaster of Gang Lian, who is good at the method of fixing the acupoints with a golden gun in one hand, and stands alone in the world!

At the bottom, sitting on the left and right heads are also two grandmasters.

An old man on the left is tall and strong, with a red face, and a few incense scars can be faintly seen on his bright big bald head.

Although he is over eighty years old, he also breathes strongly, has a strong force, and his eyes are like eagles, and he is an aggressive and irritable person at first glance.

His name is Ma Laosan, his name is no longer known, he was originally a monk from the mainland, and during the turbulent years, he fled to Xiangdao for decades.

He is proficient in Shaolin 36 stunts and formations, and is a famous actual combat hawk of the Wuxuan Society.

On the right is a thin old man with a thin body, a wrinkled face, and a pair of gloomy pupils, occasionally blooming with two cold green rays.

The old man didn't talk much, and he kept coughing, but everyone knew that the status of this Elder Yin in the Wuxuan Society was above Ma Laosan, because he was a Heavenly Master.

The rest of the people here are also important figures of the Wuxuan Society, and the last time they have to be cultivators in the late stage of internal refining!

It can be said that the figure sitting in this incense hall is the strongest force in all the martial arts circles of Xiangdao.

"The war book is here, let's discuss it."

Xiang Ying pointed to a red letter on the table in the middle of the table, knocked his cigarette gun and asked.

"What are you talking about? The little miscellaneous hair from the mainland, just beat his mother, will our Wu Xuan be a vegetarian? ”

Ma Laosan slapped the table and shouted.

However, there were only a few voices in response, most of them with their heads bowed and silent.

"Brother Yin, what do you mean?"

Xiang Ying asked calmly.

"The Marquis of Qin crossed the river and came to declare that Hong Zhaoli, one of the four uniques, died tragically, and the Xuankong Master of Southern Shaolin, known as the first master under the divine refining, also died here!"

"Old man, this person still has some real skills, Brother Ma, how do you compare yourself to Xuankong?"

Elder Yin laughed dryly and said truthfully.

"This ......"

Ma Laosan was speechless for a moment.

He is a disciple of Beilin Temple, both north and south Shaolin are a family, although Xuankong is younger than him, but he has come to Xiangdao to do Buddhist exchanges, that momentum, that law, and the profundity of Buddhism, by no means can be compared with his horse and Laosan.

Even Xuankong is dead, so he naturally has nothing to say.

"He came here, in the final analysis, he just wanted to set up a mountain and vent his anger for the Shen family."

"According to the old man, let's reconcile with the Shen family, hold a welcome meeting, and treat each other with great courtesy, it's a big deal to let him have a piece of land!"

"Don't fight with him anymore!"

Xiang Ying has always been conservative, and immediately spoke.

"Having said that, it's Yu Gong who is being challenged by name, I'm afraid we won't be able to be the master, right?"

"President Xiang, Brother Yin, how do you know that Duke Yu is not fighting?"

"Now that the entire Xiangdao has spread all over the world, and even the whole world, if you do this, won't you slap yourself in the face and sweep away the prestige of others."

"Besides, I think it's not just the old man, everyone here, you're just afraid that you haven't voted for Yu Gong in private."

"If you don't say a word, I'm afraid that our Xiangdao will become the laughing stock of the whole world."

"In public and private, the old man suggested that you should consult Yu Gong before making a decision."

Ma Laosan moved out of Yu Gong, and everyone came back to their senses and said yes again and again.

Xiang Ying immediately fell into a dilemma.

It's not that he doesn't trust Yu Gong's supernatural powers, but he doesn't want to tie the fate of Wu Xuanhui to a certain person.

Once the battle is fought, the Marquis of Qin will kick the mountain gate, and then there will be a river of blood and countless corpses.

"Why didn't my father fight!"

"The Jiangdong erection is only eighteen years old, and he is alone and calls Ban Yu Gong and his colleagues in Xiangdao, if he doesn't fight today, it must be a shame for Xiangdao and a shame for my generation."

"In the next hundred years, when the Xiangdao martial arts world can't raise its head in the mainland and the world, my father will be a sinner for the ages."

The door was pushed open, and the sound of righteous words to the young man was like thunder rolling in the incense hall, scorching and moving.

"That's right, can you and I still be afraid of a grandchild's little miscellaneous hair?"

"Fight!"

Ma Laosan took advantage of the situation and shouted.

Xiang Ying was a little anxious in his heart, but he still sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and was not in a hurry to express his position.

"Everyone, let me reveal the latest news, just now Shen Jiayi, the eldest lady of the Shen family, secretly bought Yu Gong's 100 million bets."

"Miss Shen Family!"

What does this mean? The Shen family doesn't trust their savior at all! ”

"Let's take a look, those mainlanders are also re-voting for Yu Gong!"

"Because everyone knows that Duke Yu will win, father, don't you take advantage of the opportunity to win fame and fortune?"

"Once Duke Yu wins, your status in Xiangdao will be ...... Gee! ”

Xiang Shaohua is worthy of being a bigwig in the business community of Xiangdao, and when he speaks, he has a strong ability to agitate.

His own sons came to preach belligerence, and Xiang Ying had to let go.

Because he didn't have to think about it, he also knew that his son must have placed a heavy bet on Yu Gong and wanted to make a lot of money through Yu Gong.

In fact, Yu Gong's handicap of 3 billion, Xiang Shaohua alone accounted for half of it, and almost all his net worth was pressed.

If Yu Gong doesn't fight, who will he go to with this windfall?

"Please Yu Gong!"

"Please Yu Gong!"

Everyone here responded.

"Good!"

"Since you insist on fighting, Xiang went up the mountain overnight and asked Grandmaster Yu Gong to come out of the mountain and fight to the death with the Qin thief!"

"Of course, whether Yu Gong goes out of the mountain or not is all in the will of heaven!"

"Adjournment!"

Xiang Ying Chang took a breath, made up his mind, and shouted awe-inspiringly.

Everyone was also overjoyed, but Elder Yin, who was silent, let out a long sigh.

When everyone dispersed, Xiang Ying saw that he was left alone, and knew that he had something to say, so he asked, "Brother Yin, what's wrong?" ”

"I had a hexagram for Yu Gong in the early years, and I was destined to have a catastrophe in Qingbai!"

"This year is his 100th year, and I'm afraid he will be robbed."

"Moreover, Qin Hou is young, but he has repeatedly killed strongmen, and when he is getting the will of heaven, he will disappear and rise, I am afraid that Yu Gong will not be able to do it."

Elder Yin sighed.

"I don't want to fight either!"

"But this responsibility is really unbearable, without a fight, it will be stinking for 10,000 years. war, it is likely that Wu Xuanhui will be gone. ”

"Hey, it's hard to be a man."

"It's better for me to ask Yu Gong to make a decision again, it's his business to fight or not, and it's useless for me to think about it too much!"

Xiang Ying sighed.

Elder Yin opened his mouth and didn't say any more, he actually had a sentence hidden in his stomach, and this year was also their calamity!

This Qin Hou, the way of heaven is Zhengchang, he is not in me, who stands in the way and who dies!

PS: Today's update is complete, see you tomorrow night, good night, friends!

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