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　　"Hahaha, Jing'er, you are too polite, how can we be absent from the Quanzhen Sect with such a grand event?"

　　Qiu Chuji said with a smile.

　　"Yes, Jing'er, this martial arts conference is about the grand occasion of the entire Central Plains martial arts. It is everyone's wish to unite everyone and deal with the Mongolian Tartars together. You have done a good job."

　　Ma Yu also praised without hesitation.

　　Guo Jing and Huang Rong smiled and shook their heads.

　　"You Daoists are joking, Guo Jing is only doing his best, and compared to Master Su, he is still far behind!"

　　"Huh? Headmaster Su didn't come?"

　　Guo Jing looked behind the Quanzhen Seventh Son and found that Su Ming was not there, so he asked curiously.

　　Quanzhen Qizi glanced at each other, smiled faintly, and Ma Yu explained to Guo Jing: "Jing'er, don't worry, the headmaster has already said, he will definitely come."

　　"However, because of the invitation of the Valley Master of Heartless Valley, he went to Heartless Valley first, and he will definitely come over today."

　　"Although the headmaster hasn't arrived yet, our uncle is here."

　　Ma Yu smiled and said, "Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi?"

　　The next moment, Ma Yu was embarrassed.

　　"It seems that our uncle has gone somewhere to play by himself!"

　　Qiu Chuji and the others shook their heads and said helplessly.

　　Originally, a few of them should have arrived long ago, because Zhou Botong had to play a lap wherever he went, resulting in a much slower travel speed.

　　If the Quanzhen Seventh Son had not moved out of Su Ming, I'm afraid they would not have reached Xiangyang City yet!

　　"Ah! My elder brother Zhou is here too?"

　　Guo Jing was greatly surprised.

　　"The old urchin is here too? It seems that we don't have to wait for him. Maybe he will come out by himself."

　　"Masters, please come in."

　　Huang Rong shook her head, she knew Zhou Botong too well, and probably won't appear for a while.

　　Only when he has had enough fun will he appear automatically.

　　After all these years, this has not changed.

　　"Yes, let's go get some tea first, Daoist priests, please come inside!" Guo Jing warmly invited.

　　"Please!"

　　Quanzhen Qizi cupped his hands and walked towards the hall.

　　In the martial arts conference, only the sect masters who have received the highest-level invitation letter are qualified to enter the hall, and the rest can only be in the hall outside.

　　This is the rule of the rivers and lakes, and everyone follows it.

　　"Amitabha, Jinger, Ronger, haven't seen you for many years, are you safe?"

　　Just after Guo Jing and Huang Rong sent Quanzhen Seven Sons in, a Buddha's horn sounded from behind.

　　This Buddha's name is solemn and solemn, and there is a sense of righteousness in it.

　　The two of them were shocked, and their faces showed surprise.

　　"Master Yideng!"

　　"Master Yideng!"

　　Needless to say, Guo Jing and Huang Rong's surprises went up together.

　　Master Yideng, one of the four best in the world today, is known as the Southern Emperor!

　　This is a martial arts genius, one of the highest martial arts in the world, Master Nandi Yideng!

　　The four musts in the world are all peerless masters who have overwhelmed an era, and the major sects in the world cannot raise their heads and can only look up at them.

　　A master of the four masters, that is an existence that can change all the status of a sect.

　　Just like Wang Chongyang back then, the leader of the Five Absolutes!

　　His reputation alone made Quanzhen Sect the leader of Taoism, known as the largest religion in the world.

　　The appearance of Master Yideng surprised both Guo Jing and Huang Rong to the extreme.

　　"Jing'er meets Master Yideng!"

　　"Rong'er meets Master Yideng!"

　　The two of them held the worship of their disciples, and they were extremely respectful.

　　"Hahaha, okay, get up quickly."

　　Master Yideng is extremely peaceful, tall and thin, with white hair and beard, and a yellow monk robe. .

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　　Next to Master Yideng, there is also a monk!

　　I saw this monk wearing a dark gray robe, a bit short and stout, with a beard, his body was trembling constantly, his mouth was muttering, and a pair of turbid eyes occasionally flashed a trace of struggle.

　　He lowered his head so that no one could see his true face.

　　"Master, this master is..."

　　Guo Jing pointed to the monk next to Master Yideng and asked.

　　Huang Rong frowned slightly, as if she looked familiar, but the monk kept his head down, and she didn't dare to recognize it.

　　"Hahaha, Jing'er, this is Lao Na's disciple, the law name is kind!"

　　Master Yideng just said his Dharma name with a slight smile, nothing else.

　　"It turned out to be the master's disciple. Guo Jing has met Master Ci'en." Guo Jing bowed to him.

　　"Brother Jing, let's invite Master Yideng and Master Ci'en to come in and have tea. "Nine Zero Three"

　　At this time, Huang Rong suddenly said with a smile, a light flashed in her eyes, and she glanced at Master Ci En.

　　Master Yideng smiled slightly, but did not speak, announced a Buddha name, and walked inside with Master Ci En.

　　While Master Ci En was walking, the sound of 'crashing' sounded on the ground.

　　Guo Jing and Huang Rong took a look and saw that Master Ci'en had heavy chains on his hands and feet.

　　Wearing such a heavy chain, but able to walk freely without any feeling of difficulty, this person's skill is unfathomable.

　　"It seems that this master of kindness is not an easy-going person, and his skills are unfathomable. I don't know where Master Yideng got his disciples."

　　Guo Jing said with a smile, but he didn't think much about it.

　　Huang Rong shook her head and said with a smile, "Brother Jing, in fact, we all know this master of kindness."

　　"Oh? We also know each other? Who is this person? In my impression, there doesn't seem to be such a powerful monk."

　　Guo Jing was puzzled and frowned slightly.

　　"If I expected it right, Master Ci'en should be the leader of the Iron Palm Gang, Qiu Qianren, right?" Huang Rong said.

　　"Ah! It turned out to be Qiu Qianren. No wonder this person gave me a familiar feeling, but I didn't pay attention."

　　"Master Yideng is really a god and monk. Even Qiu Qianren can surrender. There is no one else in the world." Guo Jing said with emotion.

　　Huang Rong smiled lightly and was about to speak.

　　Just then, there was a commotion outside.

　　"Get out of the way, get out of the way, the Mongolian national division is coming, get out of the way for us!"

　　Outside the gate, a group of lamas lined up in two rows and drove the other warriors aside.

　　Behind, Prince Huodu and Darba walked in swaggeringly.

　　Behind Prince Hodu and Darba, King Jinlun came side by side with a monk in a lama suit.

　　When Guo Jing and Huang Rong saw Falun Dafa King Jinlun, their expressions suddenly changed, and they walked over to Falun Dafa King Jinlun.

　　"I don't know what is important for you to come to my Guo Mansion? It seems that Guo did not invite you!"

　　Guo Jing was a hero in the Central Plains, and was extremely disgusted by the practices of these Mongols.

　　Especially in the past few years, the continuous wars between the two countries have caused the Song Dynasty to lose a lot of territory, which made Guo Jing even more disliked by them.

　　Although Guo Jing received Mongolia's great kindness back then, in the face of national justice, he still chose to lose his personal feelings.

　　"Hey hey hey... Guo Daxia, you guys are holding a martial arts conference here today, both of whom are martial arts practitioners, why can't we participate?"

　　"Or, are you afraid that our Mongolian warriors will take your position as the leader of the Central Plains martial arts alliance?"

　　Huo Du opened the folding fan in his hand with a 'pop', and said yin and yang strangely.

　　"It's ridiculous, just relying on you Mongolians, you also want to seize the position of the leader of our Central Plains Martial Arts Alliance?"

　　"That is, what qualifications does the Mongolian Tartars have to participate in the martial arts conference of our Central Plains people!"

　　"It's better to go back to your Mongolia, the Central Plains is not what you said you can come here, so as not to be ugly here!"

　　"Hahaha, well said, let's go back to your prairie!"

　　All the martial artists in the arena burst into laughter.

　　For the Mongolians, they all hated them in their hearts, and they hated them so much that they naturally wouldn't save them any face.

　　These words made the faces of Falun Dafa King Jinlun and the others turn ugly.

　　A trace of anger flashed on Huo Du's face, and he was about to attack when he suddenly thought of something, which immediately suppressed the anger in his heart.

　　"Hahaha... It seems that all of you Central Plains warriors can only use their tongues. If you really want to talk about martial arts, who would dare to compete with my master?"

　　"I heard that you have four unique skills in the Central Plains, I don't know where they are?"

　　"My master is here this time to challenge you to the Four Greats of the Central Plains and see what you can do!"

　　Huo Du's words are sinister and vicious, and most importantly, his words are irrefutable!