The place where everyone's eyes were focused was the corner that was originally unnoticed, the southwest of the martial arts arena.

Here, there are no seats arranged, it is a place where third-rate small sects stand, and no one will take a second look at it at all.

However, because of that sentence, everyone focused their eyes on the old man in green shirts in front of the crowd now.

The man looked to be about fifty or sixty years old, full of energy and chivalrous.

Perhaps, there are many people who are not familiar with this old man, but Liu Feng is no stranger.

In the previous life, not long after Liu Feng fled from Fengyun City with his little junior sister, he changed his identity and joined a third-rate small sect called Feiyun Castle, which is the sect led by the old man in green shirts who is now speaking.

Therefore, Liu Feng is no stranger to them. Or even say, very familiar.

The old man in the green shirt is named Wang Rouhai, now sixty and five, a top master in the early realm, good at hand-to-hand combat, a set of ancestral innate boxing, so that he is quite famous in the area of Dongting Lake.

Wang Rouhai has a hot temper, and his name is a little incompatible, so he gets the nickname of Gunpowder Sea.

Although Wang Rouhai explained that he knew that his cultivation was too weak, the chivalrous spirit in his heart made him unable to sit idly by.

When he heard Zhang Jiuxiao say that he wanted a Dongyi person to preside over the martial arts conference of the Middle Earth Kingdom, he immediately disagreed, and his anger skyrocketed, where did he care about what cultivation was not as good as others?

If one person is unhappy, there will be more unhappy people, especially this kind of behavior that insults the martial arts of Middle-earth.

Therefore, after Wang Rouhai stood up, many heads of small sects also said that the martial arts conference in Middle-earth could not be handed over to a Dongyi person to preside.

Zhang Jiuxiao and the others were naturally very angry, and even had murderous intent. But they didn't do it immediately, and it was impossible to exterminate all the small sects at once, causing unnecessary trouble.

What's more, there are many things that need someone to be cannon fodder for them.

However, they know better how to make a birdie. Killing one person and making everyone scared is also a good means.

Therefore, with a wave of Zhang Jiuxiao's one hand, the sea of qi opened, and the invisible coercion swept away in all directions, making it difficult for many weak people to bear, and they hurriedly resisted, shocked in their hearts, and did not dare to speak again.

Swish!

Zhang Jiuxiao's eyes swept towards Wang Rouhai, his face sank, and he said sharply: "Wang Rouhai! Such a major martial arts event, you have to open your mouth to talk nonsense! Martial arts conferences, as long as you are a martial arts person, you can participate! If you support people, you naturally have to choose a real strong person! It is difficult to choose a weak person like you!"

As he spoke, Zhang Jiuxiao's momentum rose again, swept in all directions, and said loudly: "Everyone! Whoever thinks that his cultivation is profound, he can recommend himself to be the host!"

Suddenly, the Quartet was dumbfounded, and no one dared to speak again.

Everyone understands that not only martial arts, but the whole world, is the capable who are kings, the weak, and will never have the right to speak, and even, life cannot be dominated by itself. Therefore, everyone chose to be silent and sweated for Wang Rouhai.

Step on!

Wang Rouhai took a step forward and said in a loud voice: "Although Wang Mou's qualifications and cultivation are insufficient, he will never agree to let a foreigner preside over my Middle-earth Kingdom martial arts conference!

"Good, good!" Fu Xiaolan didn't wait for the others to speak, she took the lead in taking over the topic, and arched her hand in all directions: "How can you be poor, don't take on this heavy responsibility." Like Zhang Zhenren, the poor nun elected Aoi Xiong as the deputy palace king. ”

After finishing speaking, Fu Xiaolan arched her hand again and sat back in her seat.

In this way, Wang Rouhai was very embarrassed, and at the same time understood that this was the result of their discussion, and no one could change it.

But Wang Rouhai still didn't give up, and became even more annoyed, and said in a loud voice: "Cultivating as a fellow martial artist! Do you want to watch like this, and let the Dongyi people decide the fate of our Middle-earth Martial Arts Alliance? In that case, my Middle-earth Martial Arts will fall into the hands of others......"

"Wang Rouhai!"

Zhang Jiuxiao shouted again, glared at Wang Rouhai angrily, and said coldly: "It seems that you think you have the ability to represent the martial arts." Well, for the sake of fairness, the old man can give you a chance. As long as you can win against me, let you preside. Even, I will recommend you to be the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance!"

"You ......" Wang Rouhai's beard was straight, pointing at Zhang Jiuxiao, and she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything.

Many martial arts people were angry in their hearts, feeling that Zhang Jiuxiao and others were complete traitors and real villains.

It's a pity that their cultivation is not high, and they can't compete with Zhang Jiuxiao and others, so they can only dare to be angry and dare not speak.

Everyone prayed, and there was a person who stood up and breathed his breath for the martial arts of Middle-earth, leading everyone to suppress Zhang Jiuxiao and his party.

But is such a person? No, at least, not now.

Seeing that everyone didn't dare to speak, Zhang Jiuxiao and the others smiled very proudly, everything developed according to their wishes, and others couldn't make any waves.

Aoi Xiong knew that he couldn't close his mouth, swept his eyes, stood up and said loudly: "This king doesn't want to be a host, but a few old friends are gracious, and it is difficult for him to be the host of this conference." ”

As he spoke, Aoi Xiong paused before he spoke: "Of course, this king has to say that you Middle-earth people are too weak......"

"Who gave you the guts to say this?"

A cold voice floated in, interrupting Aoi Xiong, straight to the bottom of everyone's hearts, and making everyone look for it.

Dressed in white, he slowly walked out of the crowd, heroic and extraordinary, which lifted everyone's spirits and automatically gave way.

Judging from the conversations and expressions of these people, Liu Feng knew that it was time for him to stand up.

Although most of the people were silent, in their hearts, they did not want Gentiles to be the presiding officers of the assembly. As long as someone stands up and shakes their arms with the pressure, they will echo.

Therefore, Liu Feng stood up at this moment, just not to let himself miss this opportunity, to win over a group of martial arts people, and to make future actions smoother.

Whew......

Once again, everyone's eyes were focused on the white shirt.

It's just that everyone doesn't know Liu Feng and doesn't know what sect this young man comes from. Of course, they all sweated for him.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Jiuxiao glared at Liu Feng angrily, and the coercion swept in, wanting to suppress this junior who didn't know whether he was alive or dead on the spot.

"Get out!"

Liu Feng let out a low snort, and the powerful majesty shook back.

Rumble!

With a muffled sound, Zhang Jiuxiao's majesty was shocked without a trace. At the same time, Liu Feng's coercion did not abate, and continued to press Zhang Jiuxiao.

Before Zhang Jiuxiao could react, he felt a terrifying force pressing towards him, making him irresistible and instantly knocked away.

Sou!

Aoi Xiong flew up, caught Zhang Jiuxiao in mid-air, glared at Liu Feng with both eyes, slowly raised one hand, pointed at Liu Feng, and said in a cold voice: "Tell this king who you are, you can avoid death." ”

The corners of Liu Feng's mouth were lightly raised, his toes were on tiptoe, and he slowly floated towards the high platform, and the clear voice resounded throughout the entire martial arts arena.

"My name is Liu Feng, and I am the nemesis of the Japanese Bandits!"