In the trick, there is a very old-fashioned, low-level trick.

It's 'borrowing'.

Pretend to misinterpret the remarks of celebrities, put them into their own understanding, and then use them to enhance the persuasiveness of their own topics. Or simply violent and direct, fabricating a relationship and associating yourself with a big person to achieve a shocking effect.

Among them, it is especially represented by composite photos and P pictures, and the signatures of forged celebrities are supplemented.

At this time, Feng Linwan said that he was the junior disciple of the Taoist Heavenly Master, which was the same thing.

Looking at the lower right corner, which had risen to the value of thirty-three, Feng Linwan took a step back slightly, facing the several people who rushed onto the roof, his face was not afraid, but his expression was indifferent, as if he was nothing.

Logically speaking, it is safe to do it is to follow the old Taoist rhetoric, follow the praise of the Taoist Heavenly Master, and then inadvertently throw out the news that he is a disciple of the Taoist Heavenly Master, and finally slowly obtain the heroes of all parties... Especially Yang Xiaoyun's trust.

It's a bit safer that way.

In the end, there will be more gains.

However, Feng Linwan's time was limited, and he had to obtain enough benefits within the remaining twenty minutes.

In this case, he must use some more drastic and risky means.

Therefore, he positioned himself as the junior disciple of the Dao Heavenly Master, and if his identity was 'real', then he was Yang Xiaoyun's senior uncle. He even threatened that the Heavenly Master was dead, which caused a fierce conflict effect, and in a short period of time, almost all of his attention and attention were shifted to him.

Even if only one of the hundred people believes in him, then he can quickly accumulate trust points and inherit Gu Shaoshang's ability.

Of course, Feng Lin Wan's skills are not limited to this.

In fact, the old man... Or what kind of idea Yang Xiaoyun behind him has, Feng Linwan has already seen it clearly.

Although Yang Xiaoyun is famous all over the world, he is only nearly thirty-five years old after all, even if the ancients have early aging, thirty-five years old can not be called a famous martial arts master, a predecessor in the rivers and lakes. As the leader of the martial arts alliance, it is inevitable that it will be pressed on the heads of many martial arts predecessors, and there will always be some people whose talents and martial arts contribute to the rivers and lakes and the world, which is basically equal to nothing, but they rely on their old age and like to point fingers and show their sense of existence.

Most of them are the core and main force that resists Yang Xiaoyun to become the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Of course, some people will feel that if they don't accept it, they will be killed, and above the rivers and lakes, it is reasonable to have a big fist...

Let's just say this, Feng Linwan has studied a lot of information on the martial arts plane, and the law summarized is that anyone who wants to directly use force to unify the rivers and lakes and become the leader of the martial arts alliance will eventually become the big devil, and then one day he will be suppressed by the juniors who came out of nowhere.

What's more, the people who are not convinced have all been killed, and there are two or three big cats and kittens left, what is the meaning of this martial arts alliance leader?

No matter what form of organization, it is people-oriented, not a false name.

To sum up, Feng Linwan can be sure that Yang Xiaoyun will not become the leader of the martial arts alliance, but the deputy leader of the alliance.

And the Dao Heavenly Master who does not show up will be pushed to the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance 'in accordance with the will of the people'.

It's a good strategy... If there is no closure of the forest to stir up the situation.

And in the same way, such an almost 'perfect' strategy also made many guys who also coveted the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance dissatisfied.

They can question Yang Xiaoyun and even challenge Yang Xiaoyun.

But he did not have the confidence and corresponding identity to question and challenge the Dao Heavenly Master.

At this time, Feng Linwan's appearance as 'Gu Shaoshang' was quite in line with their interests. Even if it is to sabotage Yang Xiaoyun's 'good deeds', they will spare no effort to help Feng Linwan, so as to win a lot of foolish people for Feng Linwan, who don't know what to do, and believe in his true identity.

Sure enough, those guys who pounced on him and tried to catch Feng Linwan and block his mouth hadn't completely attacked Feng Linwan.

A big monk wearing a blood-colored robe, who had already landed beside Feng Linwan with a ring knife in his hand, stared at the big eyes of the copper bell, and said viciously: "Gu Shaoxia! I haven't seen you for a few years, but it seems that she is more upright." The respected master Tianxiaozi has a great favor in the Sprinkle family, and now these rats dare to question your identity, and the Sprinkle family is the first to refuse. ”

Feng Lin knew in his heart that the 'Tianxiaozi' in the mouth of the great monk should be his fabricated master. Perhaps... That is, the guide of the Taoist Heavenly Master.

The old man who shouted at the crowd on the rockery and generously made a speech pointed to the blood-clothed monk and scolded: "Blood seal, you crazy monk, don't be a fool." The relics of Tianxiaozi's predecessors were left in Cangqiong Mountain as early as more than thirty years ago. How could there suddenly be an extra disciple in his early twenties?"

The Blood Seal Monk glared at the beads of his eyes and said, "How can a vulgar person like you understand the mystery and unpredictability of Tianxiaozi's predecessors? Living fairy-like figures, how can they be defiled. ”

Feng Linwan stood behind the Blood Seal Monk, and the five bodies of admiration fell to the ground.

This lie comes as soon as he opens his mouth, and his face does not change, and he is justified.

It's like it's really happening, as a monk, it's really a family history, and it's extraordinary.

As the controversy unfolded, and there was a 'blood seal monk' as evidence, those spectators in the courtyard, among the shallow and ignorant Jianghu people, there really began to be a large number of 'stunned youths', and began to believe in the authenticity of Gu Shaoshang's identity.

"Haha! It's still good in ancient times. These are almost all scams based on lies, and they can still blind so many people. Sure enough, it's my blessed land!" Feng Linwan looked at the constantly beating value in the lower right corner, and his heart was overjoyed.

It didn't take long for the value to hover around 268/300.

It is not far from receiving and obtaining the full ability of Gu Shaoshang.

However, no matter how many fools there are, the capacity of the Hero Village is limited.

The message has not yet spread, and there are no more than a thousand people in the manor.

The proportion of fools who are close to one-third or one-quarter is already outstanding.

If he wants to break through, Feng Linwan still needs to come up with some tangible proof.

In fact, here he also took the opportunity to change the concept.

did not let the character of Gu Shaoshang deal with it independently, but linked him with the 'big shots' in the rivers and lakes such as Daochuan Heavenly Master, Yang Xiaoyun, and Tianxiaozi, to put it simply, it is to bundle hype and borrow popularity. In this way, the character of 'Gu Shaoshang' is better promoted, without having to start accumulating from obscurity.

In the midst of the chaos, six elders of the Heavenly Crane Sect suddenly fell into the courtyard gate, they were all first-class experts in the rivers and lakes, but now they were connected together, and they were seriously injured and fell to the ground at the same time.

Therefore, in an instant, everyone's attention shifted again, and they all focused on the broken doorway again.

All I could hear was the sound of a trumpet outside the gate, followed by the intermittent sound of the crumbling of the rock.

Then came from outside the door, some stiff Chinese: "King Motian, the Dharma is coming, and the devils from all directions, bow down and knock down." ”

As soon as the words stopped, there were dozens of tall and short men standing tall and low in front of the hall, dressed as monks or Tatar warriors.